Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies-Chapter 178 - : Sea Survival: A Glorious Mission

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Sea Survival: A Glorious Mission

Kong Wu nodded, “Brother Song, I’ll go get it now.”

“I think I also have some useful things in my luggage,” said Jiang Yan as she followed Kong Wu towards the entrance of the cave.

Seeing this, Ye Qing lifted his leg and followed.

As soon as they reached the entrance, they were hit by a strong smell of blood mixed with the fishy odor.

Jiang Yan frowned and glanced at her inflatable raft.

The large fish that had been caught during the earthquake were all killed and cleaned by Sun Jingtao. Then, they were strung up with several thin ropes and laid out neatly under the mosquito net for preservation.

At this moment, the temperature was just one or two degrees, actually better than the refrigeration effect of a fridge.

Jiang Yan’s two large luggage bags had not been moved up earlier.

One contained clothes and daily necessities and was placed inside the cabin.

The other, filled with a pile of food, was stuffed into the storage cabin of the inflatable boat.

These two bags were just for show, and she did not treasure them so much.

Kong Wu hopped out of the inflatable boat and, seeing Jiang Yan following close behind, extended a hand: “Sister Yan, let me help you.”

The boat was some distance from the cave entrance and was swaying.

“Thanks, but I can manage on my own.”

Before Ye Qing could even get off the boat, Jiang Yan had already effortlessly jumped, stabilizing herself inside the cabin with one hand.

For her, that wasn’t a difficult feat.

Kong Wu awkwardly withdrew his hand and joked, “Sister Yan, you have some Qinggong skills there.”

“Sure do,” Jiang Yan replied with a smile, going along with his comment. “Going from feast to famine, I’ve become as light as a feather.”

Emotions are contagious.

Being with someone as optimistic as Kong Wu made the journey a lot more relaxed.

Jiang Yan always felt he didn’t seem like someone who had lived through the apocalypse.

Or maybe, he hadn’t yet been battered by the dark side of the apocalypse.

Seeing this, Ye Qing decided not to come down, “Jiang Yan, what do you need to get?”

“Insect repellent.”

“Ah, Sister Yan, you have that stuff?”

Kong Wu was startled, put back the oil storage bag he just picked up, and leaned in curiously with big strides.

It wasn’t known how effective the insect repellent was against mosquitoes, but for scorpions, it killed every one without fail.

But Jiang Yan slightly unzipped the bag, reached in, and pulled out a slightly heavy non-woven bag, handing it to him:

“Here’s a glorious mission for you, wash some of these for later; we’ll eat them.”

“Glorious mission?”

Kong Wu took the bag with a puzzled face, stretched open the bag’s mouth, and his eyes lit up with excitement:

“Sweet potatoes! Potatoes!! Onions!!! My gosh! Hit the jackpot!!”

Ye Qing on the shore was also somewhat surprised.

They were originally carnivores, so they were not especially interested in vegetables and fruits.

But now, seeing vegetables, although shriveled, was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Hearing his exclamation, the few people inside the cave came out with weapons in hand, their eyes full of vigilance.

“What happened?”

“What jackpot did you hit?”

Kong Wu chuckled, walked to the side of the boat, held open the non-woven bag, and showed it off in front of everyone.

A sweet potato, palm-sized, that had been set aside for a while even sprouted a few vibrant green shoots.

“Jiang Yan, can I have this sweet potato?” asked Su Dai excitedly.

The sprouted sweet potato, if well-cultivated, would become a plate of precious green vegetables later on.

They were also easy to preserve; just add some water and hydroponically grow them.

And now, water was what they least lacked.

Jiang Yan nodded.

“Kong Wu, be more composed in the future, don’t panic,” said Song Qian, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked at Kong Wu.

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In these times, every move had to be made with the utmost caution.

It was only today, in this remote wilderness with few people, but what about later?

It was easy to become a target when shouting and screaming like that.

In the apocalyptic environment, the supplies and food of their small group were relatively plentiful.

One careless move could make them the target of many arrows.

Kong Wu smiled sheepishly, straightened up immediately, and saluted solemnly, “Yes, sir!”

This contrast made everyone laugh.

“It’s getting dark,” Brother Song said with a frown, “grab your supplies and come in quickly; let’s start the fire first.” He turned and went back into the cave.

Su Dai and Sun Jingtao followed him as well.

Ye Qing stood by the cave entrance, waiting for Jiang Yan, his gaze unintentionally sweeping over the water’s surface.

The sky was not yet completely dark.

At first glance, the empty water surface was gray and hazy, as if enveloped in a thin mist.

But when looking closer, it wasn’t as noticeable.

Ye Qing’s forehead wrinkled slightly, a bad premonition stirring in his heart.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yan, under the cover of her luggage, took out two bottles of insect repellent and four or five bags of camphor balls from her Space.

These were effective tools against scorpions, even more so than gasoline.

She had heard the “rustling” sounds earlier.

She worried that the number of mutated scorpions might be far greater than what Song Qian and the others had imagined.

In fact, her Space contained many military flamethrowers that she had bought from the Beautiful Country, capable of projecting flames at least fifty meters.

Even if the mountain was filled with scorpions, she could turn them all into roasted scorpions and charred corpses.

However, the flamethrowers, equipped with large backpack-style gasoline tanks, obviously could not be taken out in public.

While she was thinking this, Kong Wu had already washed all the sweet potatoes and potatoes.

His eyes were moist, perhaps from the sting of peeling onions.

By the time the three of them entered the cave, the fire was already burning.

“Cough cough cough!”

Due to using dry grass and spoiled hemp rope as kindling, the smoke was thick, causing Su Dai to tear up from the irritation.

Her face was also smudged with soot, and wet hair, dry and sticky, clung to her forehead, making her look dirty.

The others were not in much better shape.

Fortunately, after a while when the wood and branches caught fire, crackling and sending out sparks, the smoke diminished considerably.

When the fire was sufficient, Sun Jingtao laid out half-strips of descaled fish, skins down, on the window screen.

The fish skins curled from the heat and soon “sizzled” as oil began to seep out.

Su Dai sprinkled them with salt and the last bit of thirteen spices she had at home, spreading it evenly.

The tempting aroma soon permeated the cave.

Jiang Yan, wearing a Padding jacket and wary of being burnt by the fire sparks, sat a little further away.

And just then, she casually turned her head to see a scorpion as long as her arm crawling out from between the large rocks lining the cave wall.

The scorpion, apparently unable to endure the light and strange smells of the fire, scorpion’s sting raised high, wanted to flee.

But it seemed unsure of where to go.

Before, Song Qian and Sun Jingtao had not only splashed some gasoline around the inner entrance of the cave, but also set up a circle using the grill as the center, layering water, gasoline, and camphor balls along the edge near the cave wall.

At a glance, it looked as if they had erected a Barrier.