Although she was the one who pulled Gu Qi over, she didn't even say a word to him when she disappeared.
He didn't know where Gu Qi had gone.
Just as all the instructors were scratching their heads, there was a sudden knock on the door of the war room.
Xu Chu opened the door and saw an old man in his sixties or seventies with a stubble on his face and a stooped back.
Xu Chu was slightly stunned and said.
"Uncle, who are you looking for? You villagers should go to Warehouse No. 1. Are you lost? Or can I have someone take you back?"
The uncle waved his hand, rubbed his slightly cloudy eyes, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Who is Xu Chu?"
Xu Chu was slightly startled.
"Uncle, I am."
The uncle looked at Xu Chu, nodded, and took out a small sack from behind.
He took out a few more pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them to Xu Chu.
"A little girl gave this to me and asked me to give it to a man named Xu Chu."
Xu Chu knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.
It must have been done by Gu Qi.
But why didn't this little girl show up herself and instead asked such an old man to deliver the things?
Also, what does this sack contain?
Xu Chu took the note and sack handed over by the uncle and said with a smile, "Thank you, uncle. I'll have someone take you back."
The uncle immediately waved his hand and said disgustedly, "My old man can still walk, no need! No need!"
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, hummed a little tune and disappeared around the corner.
Watching the uncle leave, Xu Chu closed the door and returned to the conference room.
Under everyone's doubtful eyes, he took out the contents of the sack.
When the instructors saw it, they subconsciously felt numb all over.
I saw a dozen small bottles in the sack.
Each small bottle was densely packed with countless black ants.
Strangely, these ants look just like ordinary ants.
It's just that there is an extra thin horn on their head, like an antenna.
"What is this Bai Ze doing? Even if the person doesn't show up, why are there so many ants here?"
At this moment, the alcoholic instructor, who was holding a bottle in one hand and looking at it carefully, suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed.
"This is... a nightmare ant!"
Some new instructors had never heard of this name and were confused.
"Nightmare ants? What's the mess? Aren't these just ordinary ants?" As he said this, he picked up a bottle and looked at it.
The alcoholic instructor spoke with a hint of fear.
"I only found out about this by accidentally chatting with the old man in the village."
"It is said that this kind of ant is only found in the deep mountains here, and the number is very small."
"At first glance, this kind of ant is no different from ordinary ants, so it usually doesn't attract attention."
"But pay attention to the horns on its head. Those are actually its poisonous stingers."
"They actively seek out prey that is resting or sleeping."
"After crawling onto the prey, it uses a poisonous needle to inject a toxin similar to an anesthetic into the prey."
"This toxin will cause the prey to fall into coma in a very short period of time and will not feel pain."
"But what's really scary about them is that if more than ten nightmare ants continue to inject toxins into the prey, the prey will remain unconscious until they eat the prey cleanly!"
"Because the prey they target usually dies in coma or sleep, that's why they are called nightmare ants!"