I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 811 - 901: Hurry Up, Let’s Catch More Insects!

"What are you afraid of? There are so many of you, can’t you handle a bunch of insects? Grab your hammers and follow me!"

"What the hell is this thing? I hit it with a hammer and it didn’t react? Damn, damn, where’s my hammer? My hammer’s gone!"

"Aaaah! Run, quickly! Forget the hammer!"

The people who were organizing to take down the insects ran off with their tails between their legs.

And finally, Jing Shu made her way from Car No. 20 and ran into the train staff who had opened the carriage door to escape with a group of people. She didn’t blame them. There would naturally be accountability from the relevant departments afterward, but this also presented a moral dilemma.

If you were the train staff with the key to escape, would you choose to heroically die with a few and be honored as a martyr afterward; or would you use the key to open the door, bringing danger to more people, and afterward lose your job and face public scrutiny if you survive?

People in the safe carriage also face a moral dilemma: do they abandon everyone in the opposite carriage and watch them die or get injured, or do they open the door to let them in, risking their own lives?

Jing Shu finally saw the insects, which looked very much like Seven-Spotted Ladybirds, except as large as basketballs. Their bodies were dome-shaped with iron shells that spread into wing-like organs vibrating with a buzzing sound. But they were probably too heavy, so they could only hover a little before crawling and then hopping like grasshoppers.

They also crawl very fast, and scurry through the crowd, climbing walls like cockroaches. However, it seemed that they were startled by the screams of humans and started defensive attacks, accidentally killing people.

Besides, these insects and their wings are metallic, so when they buzz through the crowd, it’s like a running electric fan.

Imagine, hundreds of running and flying electric fans rampaging through people; isn’t it like a meat grinder? So to everyone, these things are just killing machines.

However, their mouths also spray a silvery-white liquid, splattering on people without causing any particular reaction, but it undeniably increased everyone’s fear.

Especially since this strange silver-white liquid corrodes metals like iron when encountered, the entire train is almost corroded away, and those who have gotten this liquid on themselves are scared to death on the spot.

Jing Shu quickly assessed the situation. Judging by the color and properties, if she wasn’t wrong, the liquid sprayed by the insects was metallic gallium.

This liquid reacts instantly with metals like iron, copper, and aluminum, ’consuming’ them, but doesn’t react with other materials. This explains why the train was running yesterday, but today the railway tracks have mysteriously disappeared.

Crucially, this liquid is incredibly expensive and valuable, extremely useful for dealing with an upcoming natural disaster she’s fighting against.

Encountering an insect on the road that can spit gallium, this is a fortune! Jing Shu looked at these round insects and suddenly found them unbearably cute.

What are you waiting for? These valuable insects are all mine! Before the special rescue team arrives, get as many as you can!

So Jing Shu had the rotten mermaids outside start intercepting and devouring these insects, reducing the number of insects entering the carriage. While Jing Shu was waiting, the rotten mermaid army rushing on the road finally caught up with her progress.

With this, there’s no need to fear the massive numbers of insects; the rotten mermaids can devour as many as come, and there’s no need to worry about their bellies being corroded by the insects; the liquid from these insects can’t harm the rotten mermaids, and the propeller-like wings’ damage is just gentle rain to them.

In any case, rotten mermaids are simply perfect storage units.

Jing Shu snapped her fingers in the carriage, and the Hulk decomposed into a puddle of slime. Jing Shu threw a puddle of the Hulk outward, hitting a large insect.

The insect’s sharp wings vibrated quickly, slicing through the Hulk, but the Hulk was just a puddle of liquid. It followed Jing Shu’s instructions, turning into a thin rope, first wrapping all six legs, then sealing the mouthparts, finally pressing the wings back and tying them up.

Without space to exert force, the insect struggled a bit and then settled down.

Crabs are pretty mighty, aren’t they? With eight legs to run fast and pincers that pinch painfully? But using a small rope to bind them, a waving crab can only glare.

This insect is no different.

Jing Shu nodded. Good, the method is feasible. So one Hulk transformed into many puddles of slime and began capturing insects.

The scene was still chaotic; several unlucky souls lay on the ground, some trampled to death, others with bodies incomplete from being cut by insect wings and then quietly dragged away. Some people were dragging half bodies around...

The people in the carriage wanted to escape to the back carriage, while the back carriage people were holding the carriage door tight, not opening it, resulting in a stalemate.

Taking advantage of this moment, Jing Shu pulled out a long bundle of hemp rope from another Hulk’s body and said to Wu Jiang, "You’re in charge of cutting the rope, make each one two meters long."

"Ah, oh, okay, okay, isn’t the Hulk already tied up? Do we have to tie them again?" Wu Jiang clung tightly to the Hulk in fear, although puzzled why President Jing brought so much rope while traveling, but that was not the focus now.

Anyway, it looked like lives were temporarily saved. Just as Wu Jiang thought this, an insect flew low, heading straight for him. Wu Jiang’s eyes widened, body stiffening as he thought things were over, expecting to die, when he saw Boss Jing reach out and grab it with bare hands!

Wu Jiang’s brain short-circuited instantly.

And then!

The high-frequency vibrating iron wings made an awful, ear-piercing metallic noise rubbing against Boss Jing’s black gloves, sparking gold. Boss Jing pressed gently, forcing the insect’s wings back. Then with three quick moves, it was tied up, even a bow showing, shaking her head, "Still too hard to tie, struggles too much, my hands hurt, the Hulk is faster."

Ah, how to respond to this? How can he elegantly compliment someone without it sounding like bootlicking? Wu Jiang was anxious!

And then Jing Shu turned her head, saying, "Oh, don’t be afraid, I will protect you. Even if I can’t react in time, the Hulk can protect you. Besides, there are so many insects, but only so many Hulks, so tying with rope is more efficient. Hurry, let’s catch more insects." Speaking late in her voice was a faint excitement and tremor.