After exhausting the hard work of Jing Shu from the past few days, all the orange energy was converted into crystals, forming a small fist-sized piece. Well, it's still two stages smaller than the one Old Zhou had.
Better than nothing, right?
But there's nothing else we can do.
The main force needs to hurry and leave; we've been trapped here for too long already, and till now, everyone still needs to eat seven or eight meals a day.
Even a landlord's family couldn't withstand such food consumption. Oh, I should say Zhang Lang's cockroaches are enough to go around, but they can't stand eating various cockroach meat every meal. If they couldn't smell the aroma from Jing Shu's ship, it might be fine, but sadly, they almost can't take it anymore.
But Jing Shu still doesn't want to leave...
"What? You want to use the official ship to transport all the rotten corpse insect bodies from under the sea here?"
"Captain Jing Shu, are you crazy?"
