"Do you know the Emerald Ant?"

Huang Zigao said suddenly.

Han Dongwen and Tilda shook their heads, Wang Zigao smiled, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, flipped his wrist and opened his hand again, and there were already three black ants lying in his palm.

"This is the Emerald Ant."

His tone was like that of a child playing with ants under a tree.

"Emerald ant, why is it black?"

Tilda asked.

Wang Zigao shrugged his shoulders as if he laughed, his wrist shook slightly, and the first ant lying in his palm floated out of thin air, crawling helplessly in the air with a few feet, struggling as if calling for help.

The remaining two ants seemed to want to look at their own kind, and they even tried their best to make a probe movement.

"People are like these ants." Huang Zigao said.

He put his hand down again and snapped his fingers, and above the tiny ant in mid-air, there was suddenly a gray-black lump of mud, about the size of a fist, that was spinning slowly.

"This is the food of the emerald ant, you say, how do you feed this food to this ant?"

Han Dongwen and Tilda didn't say anything, and the ants in the air struggled harder in the silence.

How to feed?

That gray mud mass was hundreds of times larger than this ant, how could it be fed into it?

"You can't feed it, can you? That's why you need this thing. ”

A burst of white light lit up in Gao's hand, and then something very strange appeared—it looked like a flower made of glass, with a blooming opening at the top, and a very thin needle-like tip at the bottom.

"Funnels."

Thinking of Wang Zigao's previous words, Han Dongwen understood what this was.

It is a funnel with a very thin lower end, thin enough to pierce an ant's mouthparts.

Huang Zigao nodded, and then, the gray-white mud in mid-air poured into the funnel from the opening above.

With such a special funnel, the flow rate should have been extremely slow, but Huang Zigao just snapped his fingers, and the viscous mud flowed rapidly.

The ant under the funnel visibly began to bulge to the naked eye, growing to more than twice its original size, and then—

The ants burst open from the inside out, and the carapace turned into fragments of light before it hit the ground.

The prince shook his head and said in a flat tone:

"Now, this is an ordinary person."

Han Dongwen and Tilda looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Isn't it natural for such a big lump of mud and such a small ant to blow up?

Gao's wrist flipped again, and the second ant was suspended in the air.

The needle-like funnel pierced the ant's mouthparts again, and the mud began to flow.

But this time something strange happened.

The body of the second ant began to swell as well, but this time, it did not explode after it swelled.

Its body is getting bigger and bigger, and it's getting bigger and bigger.

The original black carapace swelled like a balloon, and from black, it was stretched open and weakened.

Until all the mud in the funnel poured into the ant's stomach like magic, and the ant's whole body became as big as a fist, as if a snake swallowed an elephant, and the mud was all in the belly.

Its black carapace was now extremely pale and bright green, and its whole body was like an emerald, slowly rotating in the air.

"What is this?" Wang Zigao turned his head slightly to ask.

Han Dongwen swallowed his saliva and replied in a heavy voice:

"This is the carrier?"

His answer was clearly right.

Huang Zigao's tone was still twelve points relaxed, and he pointed to the "jade" and said:

"How many ants are there? How many ants can do this? ”

Carriers are rare.

Tilda took a deep breath, wrapped her arms carved from ice crystals, hesitated for a moment and asked:

"So, this ant who can eat so many things can become a god?"

Huang Zigao immediately stretched out a finger and shook it.

"No, no, no, it's not it."

His other palm opened, and the third ant from earlier was hovering peacefully in his palm.

"The smartest of all is this ant, and it knows that it will be risky to eat so much, so it has a way to eat those of its kind that can eat a big meal."

Huang Zigao's wrist rose slightly, and the third ant floated up gently, landing on the "jade" that had become dozens of times larger in size.

The body swelled into such a way that the legs of the ant, which remained their original size, were barely visible under the second ant.

It floated helplessly in mid-air, sitting still, allowing a third ant to crawl back and forth on its body.

"I'll zoom in on it for you." Huang Zigao said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two ants suddenly became huge and terrifying, and the third ant was a man tall, which seemed real and disgusting.

And the jade ant under it became as big as a house, and it stood in front of Han Dongwen and Tilda.

The movements of the ants continue.

On the way to crawl, the mouthparts of the third ant continued to secrete a crystal pale green liquid, and the second ant's carapace, which had turned into an emerald color, was rapidly corroded and melted by this saliva, turning into a puddle of bubbling pus, which was soon licked and eaten by the third ant.

"After eating the second ant, it becomes the god of ants."

Although it was an interrogative sentence, Tilda's tone could almost explain what was happening in front of her.

Han Dongwen held back the nausea in his heart and asked, "However, if the third ant can't eat that mud ball, how can it eat the second ant?" ”

The prince laughed: "The second ant eats precisely to extract the essence of the material, compressing those helpful parts again and again, and this third ant——"

He raised his hand and pointed to the third ant, which was feasting, its body also swelling under the tireless feeding, but its expansion was more even, and its amplitude was not so exaggerated, and its limbs and body were equally enlarged, and it did not affect its movement and eating.

Such a body placed among ants can almost certainly be the god of ants.

Han Dongwen understood what Huang Zigao meant.

To be the premise of the third ant, you also need to be able to eat so much food like the second ant, otherwise, even if it has been digested, it is enough to hold it to death.

"I'll think about it."

Han Dongwen pondered for a moment, tracing his thoughts in his mind, and Wang Zigao also patiently looked at him slightly sideways, as if he was looking forward to his thoughts.

"What do you mean."

After a while, Han Dongwen finally spoke cautiously:

"What you mean is that special people can become carriers, and falling objects can be used as funnels to deliver the food they need to special people who become carriers."

"And the one who devours this kind of carrier that has been eaten, another person who can be a carrier will be able to ascend to God."

Huang Zigao did not speak, and acquiesced to Han Dongwen's guess.

"So, what is this food, is it really just about eating?"

Han Dongwen's tone was actually a little hesitant, as if he didn't know whether to ask such a question.

"Smack."

Huang Zigao snapped his fingers, and a huge lump of mud the size of a palace appeared above the three of them.

Han Dongwen and Tilda looked up together, but they didn't lower their heads for a long time.

That's not a mud ball.

It was a mass of ants, the juice of minced flesh mixed with the cracked carapace, mixed with the tentacles and feet of ants, slowly and indifferently spinning in the realm of the Seven Consciousness Heart King.

(End of chapter)