I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 938 - 1027: The Terrifying Dila

Jing Shu said, "Taking this shortcut has another advantage; we can make a quick profit on the way, and it’s more thrilling. But taking the long route naturally means less income."

Yang Yang gave a thumbs up, "That’s what I’d expect from you, Jing Shu."

Jing Shu: "You’re too kind, so it’s clear which route to take, right?"

Mama Has swallowed hard and said, "No way, no way? At this point, with wolves ahead and tigers behind, you’re still thinking of taking this dangerous path? Will I even make it back to Masi alive?"

Jie patted Mama Has sympathetically, "Haven’t you understood them yet? They wouldn’t have come to such a dangerous place if they weren’t looking for excitement. Whether we survive... is secondary, but the food here is really something."

Speaking of food, Mama Has admitted, even though the Huaxia Team had a ton of flaws, ruthlessly plundering and leaving nothing behind them, the food they provided was truly remarkable. He couldn’t help but touch his belly; in the few days the Huaxia people hadn’t pretended, his belly had grown two sizes larger, with not just three meals a day, but even an extra snack.

And their main courses weren’t some messy mix of wild vegetables and unknown mosquito meat, rat meat, and mixed color sauces like green and yellow, but Huaxia’s gourmet dishes.

Truly, the people of the Huaxia Group had a great appetite; from the place where they exchanged wine, they got back quite a bit of food, originally thought to last a month, but it was gone in just ten days.

So what now?

It’s perfect to buy a batch from Jing Shu.

Besides, this trip to the Middle East yielded much more than expected, so the budget skyrocketed, and Old Zhou lavishly used Contribution to buy food.

It just so happened that Jing Shu needed to get rid of thousands of bags of flour and rice stockpiled before the apocalypse, and wasn’t this a match made in heaven?

Food stored from before the apocalypse stayed mostly in space; Jing Shu found them less fragrant compared to the rice grown in space. Space-grown products are always premium; though it’s a bit troublesome, you have to grind it yourself. But since tasting the space’s produce, Jing Shu’s picky palate lost interest in the stockpile that could last decades.

Over the years, even giving them away didn’t finish the supply, but now it’s perfect to sell to Old Zhou. Once these big eaters finish it, nobody would investigate deeply.

Indeed, after enjoying this incredibly tasty rice and noodles, team members might have initially wondered why Captain Jing Shu brought so much stuff when sourcing supplies.

But now, haha, if Captain Jing Shu hadn’t brought these things, they’d find it unusual and puzzling since Captain Jing Shu is known for transporting tons of water!

As the food quality increased, the team became more united and motivated.

Jie shut his mouth, Mama Has too. As prisoners now, each day of eating fragrant rice means surviving another day.

Thus, the route to Saudi Arabia was finalized.

The massive fleet sailed through the strait like the wind.

Truly, where the Heavenly Group passed, not a blade of grass remained.

Any ship that detected them from afar quickly turned away, avoiding this massive fleet of hundreds of ships.

An entire day passed, encountering several fleets along the way, but before the Heavenly Group’s fleet could find trouble, they turned and fled.

As Jing Shu pondered whether they’d chosen the wrong route, initially thinking they could snag something on the way, but everyone seemed uncooperative.

At night, the Huaxia Bodyguard Team convened another meeting.

The topic was: when things are unusual, there’s a reason. Why weren’t they being pursued when they should be, despite almost reaching their destination?

They hadn’t even concealed their movements this time, yet everything was serenely quiet.

Finally, someone in the meeting room asked uncertainly, "Do you think they’re holding back, waiting to hit us with a big missile once we stop and kill us all?"

"Impossible. You have to know our fleet this time includes a hundred ships of weapons and ammunition, seized from a military base. These resources are precious, so they’ll definitely try to reclaim them, making it impossible to use large-scale weapons."

These weapons and ammunition are both protective talismans and valuable assets. The enemy won’t bomb them with large-scale weapons but certainly won’t let them go.

So, what’s really happening?

Jing Shu toyed with the pieces of leather in front of her, muttering, "Did you leak our location?"

Meanwhile, in another luxurious palace, light glowed brilliantly, and crystal chandeliers reflected dazzling light, as elegant noble music played.

This was a banquet hall, where gentlemen and noble ladies danced to beautiful melodies played by pianos and violins.

Some held glasses of red wine; others sat in corners enjoying the music.

If you looked only at the lower halves, you’d see that half of the bodies had human legs, while the other half did not.

If you looked only at the upper halves, half were human torsos, but half were not.

Though the music and setting were normal, the people didn’t seem human, as if it were a gathering of monsters and demons.

The normal dancers wore smiles, but they were unnaturally stiff. Upon closer inspection, you could see them slightly trembling, with unidentifiable liquids pooling at their feet.

A sudden "snap" was heard.

A red wine glass shattered on the ground, spilling precious wine everywhere.

A pair of crimson, elongated tongues quickly licked it clean, including the glass shards.

The music stopped; everyone halted, looking towards the woman on the throne in the banquet hall.

The woman wore an elegant red noble dress and red high heels, lounging lazily on the throne, with lips coated in bright red liquid—whether wine or blood was unclear.

"Sorry to startle you; continue dancing. Why are you looking at me?"

The music resumed, and just as everyone was about to start dancing again, a strange sound echoed, like something lodged in a throat or the stomach growling in extreme hunger.

Some people finally broke down, kneeling and weeping while cursing something.

Then, those crimson tongues wrapped around a man crying on the ground, and in a blink, he vanished.

The music continued, lyrical and light, elegantly playing in minor chords, but the intermittent chewing sounds in the banquet hall were sharply discordant.

The crunching sounds were like a meat grinder on high speed, crushing even bones.

Some people resumed dancing, some started drinking, and the banquet seemingly went on.