Deep in the cave, in the dark corners where light cannot reach, there is the sound of rapid arthropods running across the ground, like the sound of a bamboo broom sweeping across the sand. An ant head with long waving tentacles emerges from the darkness and rushes towards the protagonist!
It turns out that there is a tunnel leading to the outside in that dark area, the protagonist thought, and then quickly got out of the way of this brave little ant. This dodge is purely instinctive.
The little ant, yes, if it's fake, it's one size smaller than the protagonist. The total length of the little ant is about the same as any of the protagonist's limbs. If you look closely, you will see that this little ant has no wings, and its chest is not that developed (don’t get carried away here), making it appear to have a big head and a small body. He moves quickly and quickly, but his eyesight seems to be worrying.
After the protagonist got out of the way, the little ant turned a blind eye to the protagonist not far away, and ran towards the winged ant that was making the noise. The winged ant felt the arrival of the little ant, and the tentacles of the two touched slightly, and the little ant Then he turned around and began to carefully examine the pupa next to him with his forelimbs and tentacles. The winged ant follows the little ant step by step, like a follower.
At this time, a few small ants of average size ran in from the exit of the cave, and they were also roaring anxiously. However, the winged ants no longer rubbed and made sounds at this time, so the new ants were a little confused. Finally, they checked the remaining pupae together, and the two pupa skins were dragged away by them, and the winged ants followed them.
From beginning to end, the protagonist tried his best to avoid these little ants, and the little ants did not notice the protagonist. "It can be analyzed from this that these ants have poor eyesight. I saw them, but they couldn't see me. As long as their tentacles didn't touch them, they wouldn't be discovered." The protagonist thought to himself: "And they can't count. Two pupae. There was only one winged ant in the skin, and they didn't show any abnormality, but it would be strange if the ants could count!" Yes, ants can count, then this is science fiction.
In fact, the protagonist has been debating whether to go forward and meet the ants. After all, ants are social creatures. Although the protagonist is a time traveler, he is not arrogant enough to think that just by himself, a small ant, he can run rampant and kill people. Go to the city to find scientists, then successfully transform back into a human, accept interviews, publish books to make money, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of life.
The reason why he didn't come forward to recognize each other in the end (recognizing relatives, the protagonist finally gave in, the ants are his relatives in this life) is because although the protagonist is an otaku who has played with bugs since he was a child, he is not as interested in the strange shapes of bugs as the girls are. I had a strong sense of nausea and resistance, and I also tasted the delicious fried golden cicada. But the thought of communicating with a group of ants using their antennae and joints still gave me goosebumps (no, my bristles stood up).
Now that the little ants have left, and the winged ants have followed them, the protagonist no longer has to worry about the ethical bottom line issue of recognizing relatives for the time being, and can continue to calm down and think about future plans.
"Finding humans and scientists is the first step, and then how to communicate? You have to attract their attention first, but ants are so small, they will be trampled to death accidentally." The protagonist is very distressed: "Which movie have I seen before? In feudal novels, ants crawl together to form a word and help the protagonist. It seems that we still have to rely on the power of the ant colony!"
"And if it is really the queen ant, without the support of the worker ants and the protection of the soldier ants, I don't know how I will die." The protagonist shuddered: "So God made me travel through time and become the queen?"
"Can the queen ant be considered the leader of the ant colony?" The protagonist became distressed again: "No, even if it is the queen ant, it seems that she has to fly out to mate first... If I go, I have to mate with the ants..." The protagonist collapsed again And cursed God for being unfair.
"Hey, mating? Yes, there are male ants with wings, and they are not necessarily queen ants!" The protagonist looked down at his abdomen: "This abdomen doesn't seem to be big, so it's not the queen ant! Male ants, yes, male ants , at least I haven’t changed my gender after time traveling.” This is really the only happy thing since time traveling, although it has not been confirmed yet.
"But the male ants are even worse. They are not the leader of the ant colony, and they don't seem to have much ability..." The protagonist became anxious again: "It's all the ants' fault. Even turning into a mouse has a better start than an ant. This is really history. The worst start, even if you are an immortal, you are far worse than others!"
"Oh, cultivating an immortal, can you cultivate an immortal? If you can, you can cultivate the human form by yourself. The ant demon will be an ant demon, and the human form is enough." The protagonist's thinking diverged again...
Then the protagonist's divergent thinking was interrupted before entering the level of Daluo Jinxian. Another winged ant broke open the pupa shell. Judging from the size of the pupa shell, this hole is full of pupae of large winged ants.
This ant was obviously grumpy. Before it could completely leave the pupa shell, it used one of its extended hind limbs to rub its waist violently. The sound of a file scraping the glass came to mind again.
"Huh", the protagonist sighed in his heart, ready to risk his life to meet other ants. Just when the protagonist sighed subconsciously, he felt a gentle puff of air coming out of several small holes in his abdomen: "... Damn it, my nostrils are on my stomach now!"
Soon two more little ants ran in and ran towards the winged ant making the sound. One ran to the winged ant, helped him take off his pupa shell, and communicated with it using his antennae.
The other one was stopped by the protagonist who was facing a formidable enemy. Then, the protagonist's hanging tentacles were lightly touched by the tentacles of the little ant.
"King, follow me", a message was transmitted from the tentacles to the mind. This was not the image of any language in the previous life in the mind. There were no words or phrases, no grammar and pronunciation, just like a piece of text being copied from a USB flash drive. After copying it into the computer, the extremely meaningful meaning of this news was transmitted into the brain, directly through the antennae.
"Holy shit, shit, shit. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!", the protagonist shook off his tentacles: "This ant can talk and has become a spirit. Is this a fantasy world or a fairy world? Scientists are out of business. I have been cultivating the human form for thousands of years?"
At this time, the little ant that had delivered the message went to check the pupa again, but did not notice that this unique winged ant did not follow behind.
"What does king mean?" The protagonist is thinking again: "Am I the king of ants? How can anyone be the king of ants when they are born, so I am a prince? I didn't expect to be a prince, but the prince of ants...".
"Hey, Wang, it means male. Why can the language of ants reflect gender so accurately? This language is advanced, but you can't speak it with your mouth. But I don't have vocal cords in my mouth. I have to rely on my stomach and mouth to vent my breath. I can’t make any sound at all!”
By this time, the two little ants had finished their work and were leading the grumpy winged ant to leave. At this time, the little ant that had communicated with the protagonist before finally realized that the protagonist had not followed, and hurriedly turned back, preparing to communicate again with its tentacles.
The protagonist also immediately concentrated his energy and prepared himself.
"King, follow me" "Who am I, where am I?", the information from both parties was passed quickly without reservation, just like sending an email.
"King, follow me", but the little ant didn't respond. He turned around and took two steps to see if the protagonist didn't respond, and then touched it with his tentacles to convey the same message.
The protagonist was stunned and had to follow him first. "This little guy can't communicate. He only knows this one sentence?"
