Chapter 475 Blood Mist Swamp
Ning Qingyun looked at the place where the dead blood tree took root. There was a soft mud with bubbles coming out of it. He took out a thick rope from the gem space, put it around the tree, and pulled it upward with force, but the tree did not move at all.
Ning Qingyun was born with supernatural strength. Before he practiced cultivation, he could easily pull up trees. After practicing, his strength became even greater. How could he not be able to pull up a tree growing in the wetland?
Perhaps it was because he was suspended in the air at the moment and could not use all his strength. Thinking of this, Ning Qingyun pulled the rope and slowly landed on the ground not far away.
After standing firmly on the ground, he pulled hard again. This time, the dead blood tree was quickly pulled towards Ning Qingyun. Seeing this, Ning Qingyun continued to pull hard. With a "bang", the rope around the dead blood tree broke. Ning Qingyun was in no hurry to stop pulling and fell backwards.
Just as he was trying to stand up by supporting himself with his hands on the ground, something hit his transparent helmet with a "bang", fell to the ground along the helmet, and disappeared into the ground.
The thing appeared suddenly and disappeared quickly. Fortunately, the cultivator had keen five senses, and Ning Qingyun could clearly see that it was a light red insect with a slender and hard body covered with flaky scales. It had a pair of tiny transparent wings on its back and a ferocious mouthpart on its head.
Ning Qingyun concentrated and observed carefully, and found that there were many of these light red insects in the sticky wetland, moving in and out of the mud. Ning Qingyun was sure that he had not noticed these insects before. These insects seemed to have appeared after he pulled out the trees.
"Pah, pah," he was hit by insects on his body and head, but they were all blocked by his clothes and helmet. The bodies of these insects seemed to be able to blend into the environment here. They flew fast and silently. Although Ning Qingyun had sensitive senses, he still could not detect the flight trajectory of the insects. This dead blood tree was only slightly tilted, and so many insects popped out. If he really wanted to uproot it, would he have to face a sea of insects?
Although the robe, boots and helmet he wore had protective functions, they were probably no match for the attack of the swarm of insects.
There was no way that there was only this one dead blood tree in this large forest of dead trees. Ning Qingyun looked at the sun setting and decided to keep walking forward to investigate the situation.
The further we go, the sparser the trees become, and the thicker the blood mist becomes. There is less and less solid land, and more and more bubbling blood mist swamps. There are some dead trees lying in the swamp, and it seems that they will soon be swallowed by the swamp and become part of it. Maybe this is why the trees are so sparse!
Ning Qingyun used a flying backpack and a rope to travel through the blood mist swamp. Along the way, he saw at least ten dead blood trees, some with three branches, and some with four or five branches. There was a large swamp between each dead blood tree. Every time he passed a dead blood tree, he cut off a branch, put it into the gem space, and then left quickly.
When the flying backpack warned for the third time that the fuel was low, Ning Qingyun finally found a piece of solid ground. He landed and prepared to fill the fuel tank of the flying backpack. At this time, he found that the color of the backpack was different. He took off his gloves and touched the surface of the flying backpack. He retracted his hand the moment he was burned.
The flying backpack was overloaded due to continuous use and was terribly hot. However, he did not notice it because of the heat-insulating function of the robe.
There were quite a few of these flying backpacks in the batch of arms he hid before the end of the world. They were all obtained from abroad. Unfortunately, they are not available now. The flying backpack he is using now was exchanged at a trading center at a high price. He only has this one. If it breaks, it will be really troublesome in an environment like the dead forest.
The flying backpack cannot be used for the time being. Ning Qingyun cut down many dead trees, tied them together with ropes, made a raft, and walked in the blood mist swamp.
The swamp was muddy, and Ning Qingyun's speed of paddling the raft immediately slowed down. However, judging from the change in color of the sky, they were not far from the end of the dead forest.
As Ning Qingyun was moving forward in the blood mist swamp, he was attacked by many insects. Ning Qingyun fought back with steel needles attached with annihilation spiritual energy and killed many insects.
The dead trees around were gradually becoming denser, and the area of the swamp was gradually shrinking. It seemed that we had reached the edge of the dead forest.
Ning Qingyun threw away the raft and walked forward. After a few steps, he found some abandoned vehicles in front of him. Half of these vehicles were stuck in the swamp, and the other half were on solid ground. These vehicles included off-road vehicles, off-road motorcycles, and several single-person micro armored vehicles used by the army.
These should be the vehicles used by the expedition team sent by the army. The vehicles are thrown here, loaded with a large number of bombs and weapons, and even a few camouflage backpacks. Where are the expedition members?
Ning Qingyun searched around and found a torn protective suit and a relatively intact mountain camouflage uniform in a swamp not far away. There were also a few dry bones in the clothes.
It seems that the expedition members are in great danger.
Judging from the situation at the scene, there were no signs of fighting at all, and the weapons on the vehicle had not even been used. Even if the vehicle could not pass due to the dense swamps ahead, it was impossible for the expedition members to abandon the vehicle and walk without even taking their weapon backpacks, right?
Judging from the size of the vehicle, this expedition team has at least twenty members. Logically speaking, even if the members who get off the vehicle to explore encounter danger, it will not result in the annihilation of the entire team.
Although Ning Qingyun was confused, his hands were not idle. These vehicles and the weapons loaded on them were still intact and could not be wasted. When Ning Qingyun was collecting things, he found a diary in the single-person armored vehicle. The date on the last page was more than a month ago. The handwriting on it was sloppy, and it roughly described their experience. This team was the second expedition team sent by the military and was well-equipped. However, not far from the dead forest, they were attacked by red nematodes without knowing it. The protective clothing could not withstand the bites of the red nematodes. The red nematodes drilled into the body, causing his companions to hallucinate. They walked into the bloody swamp around the dead blood tree unconsciously and were swallowed by the swamp. The person who wrote the diary had also been attacked by the red nematodes and had hallucinations. He forced himself to write this diary with his last consciousness.
Ning Qingyun felt heavy-hearted after seeing this. When he was traveling in the blood mist swamp on a raft, he had already consumed a lot of spiritual energy in order to deal with the red nematodes. If he wanted to complete the task of taking a dead blood tree with roots, he would inevitably attract an attack from a sea of insects. Should he pull up the tree?
(End of this chapter)
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