Banbu wasn't trying to dig up the corpses of his kind, but to create a small space under the rocks that he intended to live in as a new lair.

"Rest, rest, ......"

Banbu found that it was really difficult to communicate with the mother cockroach, and a message had to be passed over and over a dozen times before the other party would act according to the requirements.

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

"Not hungry."

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

Unhappily amused, Banbu hurried out of the nest, looking for a rotten leaf nearby, and hurried back with it in his mouth.

"Eat."

The zebra cloth passed the message, and regardless of whether the mother cockroach responded or not, immediately went out and continued to cut the leaves and carry them to the nest until the entire chamber was covered with a layer.

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

In a coma, all kinds of messy inheritance knowledge instills in the soul memory: you should hide carefully during the day, and you can't go out alone at night; You can't eat fresh leaves, you must eat soft rotten leaves; After you are full, you should exercise, and then continue to eat, you can grow faster; Search for the carcasses of other bugs, meat can help grow quickly; You can't eat rotten meat, it's poisonous; The sooner you complete the 18th Molt Growth, the better your chances of transforming into a Cockroach Warrior......

They are all jungle survival skills engraved in the genes of the race, and they appear repeatedly with each molt and growth.

Simple, original and functional.

……

"5 years old!"

Feeling that he was growing a little stronger, Zebu's heart was happy.

Continue to look around you.

The slumber of molting lasts for a whole day.

It's night.

The chamber was covered with a thick layer of rotten leaves, presumably carried in by the mother cockroach while it was sleeping.

The mother cockroach is nowhere to be found, and it not only has an ungrown son of Banbu, but also a daughter of nearly a hundred nymphs, who also needs to be taken care of.

"Alas......"

Banbu sighed weakly.

Weak cockroaches, with low intelligence, and a lack of pheromone "language" for information exchange, unable to explain the role of the Force Fruit.

Probably, even if it is explained clearly, the mother cockroach will not understand.

Zebra eats the small pieces of leaves, and then begins to chew on his own peeling carapace.

The nutrients in the carapace are stored in the body, recycled, and used for the next molt.

At the same time, I silently felt that, as I guessed, my own cell activity was significantly enhanced. The brain is not as drowsy as it used to be, and when thinking about complex problems, brain cells immediately die.

The reason for this is simple: the Force Fruit is rich in the Force that promotes genetic evolution, and these Force forces also come with special directional modification abilities. After observing the Red Cockroach Tribe warriors eating raspberry fruits, Banbu roughly deduced that this Force fruit has the ability to enhance cell activity, which can be regarded as "longevity" at the genetic level.

Ordinary cockroaches must not eat the Force fruit directly, and even a little bit will die because they cannot withstand the modification of the cells by the Force.

However, after the Force fruit is ripe, if there is no special way to preserve it, the Force contained in it will slowly spill over.

The force contained in a single raspberry fruit was dispersed into the carcasses of more than 20 adult cockroaches, which was considered an effective dilution.

Where the corpse is buried, the Force overflows, creating a very weak "radiation field" with the ability to modify genes mildly and gently, which is acceptable to ordinary cockroaches.

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

Unfortunately, the mother cockroach could not understand Madarabu's intentions, and instinctively drove her back to the mountain where her daughters lived.

"The effect should last for a day or so, should I get it back?"

Zebra eats the peeled shell and walks out of the chamber to watch the situation outside.

The Red Cockroach warrior was still lying on his stomach beside the raspberry bush, slicing the corpse of a serpentine creature that seemed to like to eat snakes, and the corpses of two decapitated serpentine creatures were placed next to him.

Nearby, thousands of adult cockroaches form an encirclement, waiting for each snake skin or bone stained with minced meat, immediately "chirping", swarming up, crazy to grab food.

The snake bones, which were stained with a large amount of minced meat, were gnawed into smooth white bones in just a few seconds after they landed.

Banbu could feel the desire of those young and strong adult cockroaches to continue to metamorphose, break through the shackles of genes, and evolve into warriors of the Red Cockroach tribe.

It can also be seen that the red cockroach tribal warriors who eat are very "rough" when they peel the skin, and there are a lot of snake meat on the snake skin thrown out, and the gnawing is even more "picky".

Apparently deliberately, it threw out more meat and fed it to the weaker people, hoping that there would be warriors like itself in the group.

Banbu looked at it carefully for a while, and completely broke off the idea of joining the prey army, in the fierce competition, adult cockroaches may lack arms and legs, and they are only 5th instar nymphs, so they have no chance at all.

Return to the chamber, silently gnaw on the dead leaves, get out of the nest after eating, climb along the rocks, then flapp your wings and glide to the ground, repeat the drill, consume physical energy, and then return to the chamber to eat, and the cycle repeats.

When the moon was in the sky, it was early in the morning, and Banbu was about to set off to look for it, and the mother cockroach ran back by herself.

"Get in, get in......"

"Eat, eat, eat......"

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

There was too little snake meat, and the mother cockroach knew that she couldn't grab the young adult cockroaches, so she didn't hesitate, went into the chamber, and ate some leaves according to Zebrabu's request, but then, restlessly, began to dig in the dirt.

It did not forget that there were more than twenty cockroach corpses buried in the ground, and still wanted to dig them up and eat them.

The language is scarce, communication is too difficult, and intelligence is low, and it is difficult to explain.

"Dangerous, dangerous ......"

The zebra stops the mother cockroach from its movements, repetitively releasing dangerous pheromones.

The mother cockroach shook her tentacles and sent out a puzzled message.

"Dangerous, dangerous ......"

Zebra is anxious.

The mother cockroach finally gave up digging and turned around and walked outside the bar.

"Rest, rest, ......"

Madara stopped and continued to deliver the message.

Mother Cockroach wondered again.

"Rest, rest, ......"

Madara continued to urge, blocking the exit of the chamber and not giving an inch.

After being anxious for a while, the mother cockroach finally stopped in the room to rest according to Banbu's request.

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

After the mother cockroach quieted down, she no longer tried to dig up the corpse or go out of the nest to grab food, and rested silently until dawn.

Madara breathed a sigh of relief, left the entrance of the cave, and stepped forward to check the broken leg of the mother cockroach.

The wound had long healed and fortunately there were no signs of infection.

Looking closely at the color of the cockroach mother's carapace, it is still dull and shows no signs of improvement.

The mood of Zebra is depressed, and the effect of raspberry fruit on strengthening cell activity is limited, and it cannot reverse aging, and it is powerless to return to the sky.