Banbu was not trying to excavate similar corpses, but just opened a small space under the stones to serve as a new nest, where he planned to live forever.

"Rest, rest..."

Banbu found that it was really difficult to communicate with the cockroach mother. A message must be repeatedly passed on ten times before the other party will act as required.

Seeing that the cockroach mother was finally willing to stop and rest, Banbu asked again: "Are you hungry?"

“Not hungry.”

The cockroach mother immediately answered, it was very happy, as if it was very happy to stay with her son.

Banbu was not happy at all, so he hurried out of the nest, searched for a piece of corrupt leaf nearby, and hurried back with it in his mouth.

"eat."

Banbu conveys information, regardless of whether the cockroach mother responds or not, she goes out immediately, continues to cut leaves and transports them to the nest until a layer is covered in the entire chamber.

Last night, I ate enough meat and was on the verge of molting and growing. I endured my sleepiness and ate many leaves. I repeatedly warned the cockroach mother not to dig out the corpse below and received a positive answer, so I fell asleep peacefully.

In a sleepy state, various messy inherited knowledge are instilled into the soul memory: you should be careful to hide during the day and not go out alone at night; you cannot eat fresh leaves, you must eat soft and rotten leaves; you should exercise after eating, and then continue to eat, which can grow faster; search for the corpses of other insects, meat can help grow quickly; you cannot eat rotten meat, which is poisonous; the earlier you complete the 18-fold growth, the greater the chance of transforming into a Red Balloon tribe warrior...

They are all jungle survival techniques engraved in racial genes, and appear repeatedly with each molting growth.

Simple, original, practical.

...

"5th age!"

Feeling that you are a little stronger when you grow up, Banbu feels happy.

Continue to look at the surrounding environment.

The sleeping molted for a whole day.

Time is until night.

The room was covered with thick layer of rotten leaves, which should have been transported by the cockroach mother when it was sleeping.

The cockroach mother is missing. It not only has a son who has not grown up, but also a daughter from nearly nymph stage, and also needs to be taken care of.

"well……"

Banbu sighed in his heart with powerlessness.

The weak cockroach has low intelligence and lacks "language" for information exchange, so it cannot explain the role of the Force fruit.

Probably, even if the explanation is clear, the cockroach mother cannot understand it.

Banana ate the small pieces of leaves and then began to chew the faded carapace.

The nutrients in the carapace are accumulated in the body and recycled to provide the next growth of the sheath.

At the same time, I felt silently, as I guessed, my own cell activity was significantly enhanced. The brain was not as before, and when I thought about complex problems, I immediately experienced brain cells and became drowsy and uncomfortable.

The reason is very simple: the Force fruit is rich in Force forces that can promote gene evolution, and these Force forces also come with special directional transformation capabilities. Previously, when the Red Cocktail warriors eat raspberry fruits, Banbu roughly inferred that this Force fruit has the ability to strengthen cell activity, which can be regarded as "longevity" at the genetic level.

Ordinary cockroaches must not eat Force fruit directly. Even if it is a slightest, they will die because they cannot withstand the transformation of Force on cells.

However, after the Force fruit matures, if it is not preserved in a special way, the Force contained will slowly overflow.

The force contained in a raspberry fruit is dispersed into the corpses of more than twenty adult cockroaches, which is considered an effective dilution.

Where the corpse is buried, the Force overflows, forming a very weak "radiation field" with a slight and gentle ability to transform genes, which is acceptable to ordinary cockroaches.

Banbu decisively built a nest under the stones that suppressed the corpse. On the one hand, he took this opportunity to improve his genes. On the other hand, he also hoped to help the cockroach mother to slightly reverse the aging condition of its body and survive this year's cold winter.

Unfortunately, the cockroach mother could not understand Banbu's intention, and driven by instinct, she returned to the peak where her daughters lived.

"The effect should last about a day. Should I get it back?"

The cloth ate the faded shell and walked out of the room to watch the situation outside.

The Red Cockish tribe warriors were still lying beside the raspberry bush, leisurely cutting a corpse of a snake-shaped creature. It seemed to like eating snakes very much, and there were two beheaded serpentine corpses next to it.

Nearby, thousands of adult cockroaches formed a circle of encirclement, waiting for them. Whenever snakeskins or bones stained with minced meat were thrown out, they immediately "chickled", swarmed up, and flew to grab food frantically.

The snake bones covered with a lot of minced meat were gnawed into bare white bones in just a few seconds after landing.

Banbu can feel that those young and strong adult cockroaches are eager to continue to transform, break through the shackles of genes, and evolve into the warriors of the Red Cockroach tribe.

You can also see that the Red Cocktail tribe soldiers who were eating were very "rough" when peeling the skin. The snake skin that was thrown out was covered with a lot of snake meat, and they were even more "picky" to eat. Every time they cut a piece of snake meat, they just took two bites and threw it away.

It was obviously intentional to throw out more meat and feed it to the weak tribe, hoping that warriors like themselves could appear in the tribe.

Banbu looked carefully for a while and completely cut off the idea of ​​joining the army of food grabbing. In the fierce competition, adult cockroaches may be missing their arms and legs. They are only 5th-year-old nymphs and have no chance at all.

Return to the storm room, silence the dead leaves, eat out of the nest after eating, climb along the stones, then flap your wings and glide to the ground, practice repeatedly, consume physical energy, and then return to the storm room to eat, repeating.

It was already early in the morning when Banbu was about to set off to find it, but the cockroach mother ran back by herself.

"Get in, go in..."

"Eat, eat, eat..."

Banbu urged the cockroach mother to eat and rest in the room.

The snake meat was too little, and the cockroach mother knew that she could not rob the young adult cockroaches. Without hesitation, she entered the scrubbing room and ate some leaves according to the requirements of the banner cloth, but then she began to dig the soil restlessly.

It did not forget that there were more than 20 corpses of cockroaches buried underground, but still wanted to dig them out and eat them.

There is a lack of language, communication is too difficult, and low wisdom is difficult to explain.

"Dangerous, dangerous..."

Banbu prevents the cockroach mother from moving and repetitively releases dangerous pheromones.

The cockroach mother shook her tentacles and sent out confusing information.

"Dangerous, dangerous..."

Banbu is anxious.

The cockroach mother finally gave up digging and turned around and walked out to the wind.

"Rest, rest..."

Banbu stopped him and continued to convey information.

The cockroach mother was puzzled again.

"Rest, rest..."

Banbu continued to urge him to block the exit of the ward room and refused to give in.

After a little anxious, the cockroach mother finally stopped in the room to rest as required by Banbu.

Banbu was afraid that it would run out to grab the snake meat, and if it was injured again, it would be completely helpless, so he simply blocked the entrance of the ward room.

The body is aging and traveling for a long distance, and it is indeed exhausted. After the cockroach mother calms down, she no longer tries to dig out the corpse or leave the nest to grab food. She rests silently until dawn.

Banbu breathed a little relieved, left the hole, walked forward, and checked the cockroach's mother's broken leg.

The wound has healed long ago and is very lucky, and there is no sign of infection.

After careful observation of the color of the cockroach mother's carp, it was still dull and there was no sign of improvement.
Chapter completed!