I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 947 - 1035: This Desert Is a Bit Strange

Jing Shu nodded and said, "Everyone, don’t worry. We have enough food. As long as there’s no external danger, it’s fine. Now, since everyone feels anxious sitting around, why don’t we split into small teams to explore a kilometer around us? There’s strength in numbers, and who knows, we might find something?"

"Yeah, yeah, finding something to do will make us less anxious."

Jing Shu thought there’s strength in numbers, three dullards can make a Zhuge Liang. Anyway, sitting idle is pointless, better to look around and maybe make new discoveries.

Since food is enough, there’s no fear of consumption, so let’s get busy.

Fortunately, the team came out to rob—no, to collect goods—was reasonably set up, and even included a logistics department.

The logistics department is busy managing everyone’s eating, drinking, and other needs. They didn’t bring tents, or even pots, pans, or seasonings, but no problem, Jing Shu has them.

Don’t mind why Captain Jing Shu brought so much stuff within an hour, for now the logistics department is busy cooking.

The reconnaissance department is exploring from a distance, and the bodyguard team members are using their ability, like Big Yellow Teeth directing Situ Xiaoye to start digging sand.

Big Yellow Teeth’s thinking is very simple: "There’s got to be an end to this sand, right? If nothing else, shall we dig our way out?"

Jing Shu gave a thumbs up, but it’s a pity she didn’t bring many insects, some are rotten mermaids, some are Hulks. Xiao Wei’s digging insects didn’t come because they already dug holes, waiting at the destination.

This is where the problem lies.

Clearly, there are many other insects around Jing Shu, but maybe because they didn’t come in at the same time, Jing Shu feels they are nearby but can’t see or touch them.

This suggests the entrance is very small or perhaps the space is very small.

Jing Shu called Yang Yang over and shared her thoughts, "Take out the map. Based on our disappearance time and the insects’ location, I can roughly deduce from where we disappeared."

Yang Yang’s hand-drawn map is as precise as a ruler, drawn quickly and accurately, almost like a Gaode map.

Jing Shu circled a route shortly after departure, "Insects came in starting from this side, indicating this area to that area is where we disappeared, others could begin from this area to search."

Yang Yang nodded and pondered, "If people outside can come in, it’s easier. It means the entrance is there, we just need to find the exit at the entrance, what’s worrisome is—"

"Worried about what?" asked Jing Shu.

Yang Yang sighed, "Worried if we can’t find the entrance, then the exit would rely solely on ourselves, and we didn’t bring equipment—nothing—"

Jing Shu nodded, "I’ll let the insects start searching thoroughly outside. If they can come in, it’ll be easier."

The two discussed briefly, the heat becoming unbearable, Jing Shu decided to have Old Zhou rest inside her Hulk’s train carriage.

"Old Zhou is too old to bear such high temperatures, let the young ones do the remaining work."

Old Zhou, touched to tears, silently added points in favor of Jing Shu.

"Old Zhou, let me show you my little train."

This time, Jing Shu didn’t bring many Hulks, so at least on the surface the supplies shouldn’t be too exposed.

Prepared for Old Zhou is a Hulk carriage, equipped not only with comfortable ice cubes but also a soft bed, elderly sofa, tea table, besides a small toilet, and complete living goods, with a little stove on the tea table, constantly boiling bubble milk tea.

During meetings, the Hulk transforms into a large, thin Mongolian tent, accommodating dozens inside, although crowded without seats, the temperature is low and comfortable, everyone sits on the ground, and enjoys a cup of chilled beer, forgetting they’re trapped in a desperate situation.

Everyone waited for hours as day shifted from dark to pitch-black night, desert nights were much colder, temperatures plummeting to around zero degrees.

Even the sand began to freeze; speaking produced visible breath.

Fortunately, there was this large Hulk Mongolian tent, everyone sitting on the ground, enjoying beer-braised cockroach, warm soup providing comfort.

Jing Shu’s team hid in the corner, keeping low profile, as the nearby teammates intensely discussed issues, focusing solely on eating.

No alternative, other teams ate braised cockroach, Cockroach Meatballs soup, while Jing Shu’s team enjoyed shredded eggs with rice.

Especially Zhang Lang, feeling guilty, tearfully ate three bowls saying he needed nutrition to produce more food for others.

As for Jing Shu, even more discreetly, holding a bowl, eating heartily, even her teammates didn’t know what.

Yang Yang said, "Captain Code Seven has gone outside with the team to search around, confirming our disappearance range. Unfortunately, tried hundreds of locations, even passed that point, no entrance to our location found.

Meaning we can’t locate our entrance, detail made, we’re exactly where today’s road departed, but we don’t exist in the marked position."

With these words, everyone felt a chill through their hearts, even the beer-braised cockroach became harder to swallow.

Yang Yang continued, "The top has resorted to expert group video consultation for solutions, we must also rescue ourselves, share today’s discoveries, anyone?"

Big Yellow Teeth spoke first, "None; dug two plus meters of sand—hard as rock deeper down. But we will continue to see what we find."

Macau Gambler: "Golden Teeth pointed not toward life direction, circled in place, first time so—though hunting treasure, pointed several directions. Plan to treasure hunt, perhaps different yields."

Patrol Team No.3: "Searched needing tens of liters of fuel, seemingly several hundred kilometers drove but couldn’t escape; all desert surrounds, oddly seemed unchanged."

"Funny, desert surroundings unchanged? Aren’t they all the same?"