Interstellar arranged marriage: The big guys rose after being deposed

Chapter 112: A soldier never tires of deceit

The hovercraft soon arrived at the outskirts of the dense fog forest. There were so many trees and grass inside that the car could not drive in.

Everyone put on protective clothing and gas masks before getting out of the car.

Sheng Shu didn't like this kind of environment, so she didn't follow and went into the pit in the tree stump house early.

Because the miasma is flammable, all the flames of the fire element are gathered in the bead in the middle, nestling above Yan Zhao's head.

Wu Yan put away the hover train and asked Yan Zhao to protect Qiu Ling, while he led his men in front and carefully explored the way.

For fear of disturbing the creatures inside, everyone did not turn on the lights, but wore night vision glasses. However, there was a thin mist in the forest, and visibility was originally low. It was also night, so everyone walked very slowly.

The woods were exceptionally quiet; the chirping of insects and croaking of frogs made the night even more terrifying; the sound of stepping on dry branches challenged everyone's nerves.

Qiu Ling closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to feel it, taking in all kinds of sounds, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the snoring of small animals sleeping, the rustling of reptiles moving...

Reptiles? She seemed to have thought of something, opened her eyes suddenly, and imitated the sound of a bird, "cuckoo", signaling everyone to stop.

Wu Yan quickly turned back and asked in a low voice: "Lingling, did you find anything?"

"Let's go over there," Qiu Ling pointed to a tree with lush branches drooping nearby.

Wu Yan nodded and stepped forward first. The guards immediately followed him, trampling a path in the grass and pushing aside the thick branches.

Everyone glanced at the tree trunk and their scalps went numb! It was crawling with insects, each as big as a baby's fist, with a pair of dark eyes on their round heads, a fat abdomen, and a pair of pincers that firmly grasped the tree and slowly climbed up...

Qiu Ling was quite pleased, "This is a cicada turtle that has been laid for more than ten or even twenty years. It has been absorbing the earth's energy and miasma spiritual energy for a long time. It is a spiritual medicine that can be eaten directly. It should be able to relieve mental stress.

See that cicada molt? It can dispel wind and heat, clear away heat, detoxify, calm nerves and stop epilepsy. Dried and ground, mixed with two herbs to make tea, guarantee that the mental strength will be immune to damage within ten minutes of drinking the tea! "

One nourishing and one immune!

Hearing this, everyone gasped. Could these bugs, covered in mud, with shiny shells and a strong smell of mud, stop further damage to their mental strength?

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and prepare the clay pot, fill it with water and add salt, then throw the bugs directly into the pot!

Be careful when picking cicada shells, don't crush them, and check if there are any dropped ones on the ground... The effect of cicada shells from other places is not as good as those that have been nurtured by miasma for ten years."

Wu Yan pursed his lips and nodded, whispering: "Just do as your sister-in-law says."

There were a lot of storage containers in everyone's storage rings, and they often barbecued outside, so they always brought a lot of condiments with them, so naturally they were not short of salt.

After mixing the salt water, they held the jar, their bodies covered with goose bumps, but they still picked cicada turtles from the tree without changing their expressions.

When they came across cicada shells, they carefully put them into storage rings and stacked them separately.

The tree was so thick that it took eight people to hug it. Cicadas and turtles kept crawling out from the ground and climbing up the trunk.

Qiu Ling found a tree for each of them to guard and set up formations around them.

Everyone picked the cicadas for the entire night. From the initial nausea and resistance to now numbly picking the cicadas that had climbed halfway up the tree into the pottery jar one by one with chopsticks, their hands were so sore!

It was daybreak, and sunlight shone through the gaps between branches and leaves. The light-fearing cicadas finally stopped breaking through the soil.

Qiu Ling looked at his harvest in the storage ring, thinking of the plates of crispy fried cicada turtles. He urged everyone to go home, maybe he could catch them in time for breakfast.

"Yan Zhao, how much have you collected?" Qiu Ling performed the Qingchen Jue on everyone, and he felt refreshed. He asked curiously.

Yan Zhao looked gloomy, gritted his teeth and said, "Sixteen thousand seven hundred and thirty!"

Qiu Ling's mouth twitched, and he climbed onto his shoulder and laughed, "You, you really counted?"

Yan Zhao glanced at her and said, "No, it's to divert attention."

Could it be that he was staring at these insects with no distractions?

Qiu Ling turned his head to look at Wu Yan. Wu Yan, who usually kept a straight face, turned slightly pale. "I collected five full buckets in total, with nearly three thousand in each bucket."

There were still a lot of cicada shells on the ground, and everyone bent down and picked them up for a long time.

At this moment, some cicadas have woken up and started to chirp. When one cicada chirps, the other cicadas will chirp sharply one after another.

This sound was somewhat torturous to everyone's mental strength, so they didn't continue, but walked out quickly.

After getting on the suspension train and taking off the heavy and stuffy protective suits and anti-fog masks, everyone exhaled heavily, "These things are too noisy, but they basically fly to the other side of the mountains."

Otherwise, judging from the huge number of their larvae, they would have been driven to collapse by the noise of these things without even having to go to the battlefield.

It's just like scratching your head with a metal saw!

After returning to the camp, Qiu Ling carried a bucket of cicada turtles soaked in salt water, got off the hovercraft and went to the cafeteria.

Wu Yan and Yan Zhao looked at each other helplessly, then gritted their teeth and kept following, constantly preparing themselves mentally for eating bugs!

Qiu Ling didn't waste time talking to the kitchen chefs. He directly occupied a stove, took out the cicada turtle, washed it and drained the water.

The best way to cook cicada turtle is to fry it in oil over a slow fire. When both sides are golden and crispy, sprinkle some salt and serve.

As soon as it was taken out of the pot, Qiu Ling chuckled without fear of the heat, and under everyone's gaze, he put the whole thing into his mouth and chewed it.

Because the miasma in the foggy forest locks up spiritual energy, the cicada turtle is crispy and a little chewy. After it goes into the stomach, the whole person feels warm and the spirit is refreshed.

"Try it," Qiu Ling handed the plate to Wu Yan and said with a chuckle.

Wu Yan frowned, watched her put another one in her mouth, took a deep breath, and felt that this task was more difficult than usual. At least his psychological preparation was quite stressful.

He pinched one expressionlessly, and while Yan Zhao was holding his breath with a hint of gloating in his eyes, he stuffed it directly into Yan Zhao's mouth with lightning speed!

Yan Zhao didn't react and took a bite subconsciously. When he realized what it was, he felt dizzy. Even though the bite was crispy and fragrant, he was eating a bug!

It's the kind of insect that chews the soil, has a hard shell all over its body, is ugly and smells fishy...

Qiu Ling bit her lips. No matter whether it was Wu Yan's sudden mischief or Yan Zhao's reaction, she felt like laughing out loud.

She suppressed her smile and said quickly, "Yan Zhao, don't you feel that you are less tired?"