In the middle of the night, the mother cockroach turned back and went back and forth three times overnight, dragging away the corpses of three cockroaches.

Banbu also fed desperately for a day and a night, eating a whole adult cockroach, but unfortunately, the remaining traces of force in the corpse were dissipated, and there was no effect on strengthening cell activity.

The good news is that the corpse has no wounds, and the autumn is cool and dry, so it can be stored for a relatively long time, and there is no need to worry about meat for the time being.

It went smoothly, and after five days, the 5th molt was completed.

6th instar nymphs, males, slender in size, with more developed wings than female cockroaches of the same age. Probably due to the recent good food, coupled with the weak genetic modification, the body length has reached 4, which is equivalent to the 7th instar female cockroach.

The problem is that there is only one cockroach corpse left in the stockpile, and the others are dragged away by the mother cockroach.

In the absence of meat, the growth time required for each instar will be doubled, about 10 days. That means it will take about 40 days to reach the age of 10 sub-adults.

It's late autumn now, is it too late to just eat vegetarian and take in growth nutrients?

Banbu was unsure and unwilling to take any chances.

Ordinary cockroaches have zero combat effectiveness, do not have the ability to hunt, and can't grab those adult cockroaches for food, what should I do?

Banbu thought of two ways:

The first method is to take advantage of the fact that the warriors of the Red Cockroach tribe are out hunting, climb up the raspberry bush, steal a raspberry fruit, attract adult cockroaches that gather nearby, and poison them.

The power of a whole raspberry fruit, under the chain reaction, should be enough to kill tens of thousands of adult cockroaches.

The second option is to change the valley and wander the mountains to pick up the corpses of insects that have frozen to death because they can't withstand the cold of autumn nights.

The first method is safe and efficient, and can further improve cell activity through the Force, but large-scale poisoning of the same kind is too vicious and moral.

The second option carries a certain risk, wandering around at night, you may be preyed on by snakes or rodents, and taking the risk is not necessarily rewarding.

After struggling for most of the day, Banbu finally chose the first method: they are all creatures with low intelligence, super reproductive ability, and the entire mountain range is inhabited by millions. Poisoning 10,000 handfuls is just a drop in the ocean, and cockroaches living nearby will make up for it overnight.

Before the operation, you need to be prepared, dig into the earth, dig deep into the ground, and open a storage cellar in the chamber.

Late at night, the mother cockroach ran over, walked around the room, found that the cockroach carcasses were eaten up last time, and saw that Banbu was digging the soil, only underground, and was enthusiastic to help carry the soil outside the wall.

With one more adult cockroach as a helper, of course Banbu will not stop it, and dig more desperately, striving to dig the cellar as big as possible.

Until dawn, the mother cockroach saw that the corpse of a cockroach had not been dug up, and conveyed her doubts to Banbu.

Madara sent comforting emotions and continued to prepare.

I went out at noon, collected the dried dead leaves, laid them in the cellar, and kept busy until the evening.

Wait silently.

As the sun sets, the Red Cockroach warriors flap their wings as usual, and rise into the air to burrow into the jungle to hunt for food.

Zebrabu immediately set off and ran to the raspberry bush.

In a few days, the raspberry fruit ripened one after another, and the Red Cockroach tribal warriors did not know how to effectively use the Force fruit to improve their strength, and could only digest at most two raspberries a day.

Without any storage equipment, you can only leave what you can't eat in the tree and let it be.

Banbu had already locked on to a fully ripe raspberry fruit, quickly climbed up the tree, climbed on the branch, turned his body upside down, hugged the branch with his forelimbs and middle legs, and pushed the raspberry fruit with his hind legs.

Ripe fruits, on the verge of natural shedding, are easily kicked off and fall to the ground.

Zebra flapped his wings, hovered to the ground, and violently punctured a gap with the tips of the toes of his forelimbs.

There was a premeditated action, and it was done in one go, and it left quickly after the incident.

The unique scent of the Force Fruit immediately spreads, and this smell has a fatal temptation for almost all living beings.

Several adult cockroaches gathered around the raspberry bush waiting to be preserved, were attracted and rushed up to eat frantically.

The peel was bitten to pieces, and the special fruity smell that permeated the air became even stronger, and a large number of adult cockroaches were attracted and pounced.

The first few cockroaches to gnaw were killed instantly, and their carcasses were eaten by other cockroaches.

The scene was a mess.

Soon, the fruit was eaten, leaving behind large corpses.

More unknown cockroaches swarmed forward and began to eat the corpses.

One to ten, ten to hundred, the "poison" simply spread.

"Dangerous, dangerous ......"

Banbu desperately stopped the mother cockroach who wanted to join the predator army, and kept transmitting danger signals, and it took a lot of effort to calm it down.

At this time, with the raspberry bush as the center, the corpses are in patches.

"Move, move, move......"

Banbu continued to relay the message to the mother cockroach and began to move, carrying the corpse, dragging it into the chamber and storing it in the cellar.

The mother cockroach finally opened her mind and understood the intention of Banbu, shook her tentacles excitedly, and carried it together.

When the warriors of the Red Cockroach tribe returned from hunting, they looked at the corpses everywhere and were stunned for a while.

At this time, Zebra and Mother Cockroach are just stocking up on the cellar.

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

The mother cockroach waves her tentacles and urges Madara to eat.

Banbu took a sip cautiously, and the pulse wings subconsciously instigated, waving his tentacles vigorously to send a danger signal.

The Force contained in the corpse is slightly strong and extremely dangerous, and must be left overnight until it slowly spills before it can be consumed.

Zebra moves the dry leaves, covers the hole in the cellar, and lies on it, shaking its tentacles, sending a message to the mother cockroach.

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

The mother cockroach was puzzled for a while, then quieted down, and cautiously lay down at the entrance of the cave and looked out.

Just as Banbu had predicted, the Red Cockroach warriors saw the corpses of their fellow tribe everywhere, no suspicion, no anger, only deep remorse. It thought that the ripe raspberry fruit fell off naturally, attracting ignorant and ignorant people to eat it, and then caused the tragedy in front of it.

Hurriedly dug a large pit under the raspberry bushes, collected and buried the body, and then brought stones to suppress it.

Fearing that the fruit would fall off naturally, causing a larger-scale tragedy, he plucked all the ripe raspberry fruits in one go and buried them under the tree.

Once the Force Fruit is picked and stored improperly, the Force contained in it will slowly overflow and lose its effect.

"Tyrannical Creatures!"

Banbu muttered, looking distressed.

At the same time, he is full of hope for the future: this planet seems to be prone to giving birth to Force plants, and after becoming a Force creature himself, there should be no shortage of resources.

Lying on the dead branches, silently enjoying the transformation of the body by the faint force of the corpse overflowing below.

The next night, the body was exhumed and food was started.

Molting and growth, combined with continuous enhancement of cell activity, allow today's brains to support continuous thinking of several complex questions.

The only regret is that the mother cockroach's condition has not improved in the slightest.