Zheng Qing looked toward the sound.
The main hunter of the Absolution team was half squatting in front of the gas root infested with fireflies, resting on his knees, with a puzzled face.
"Do these insects seem unfit for this environment? Such as the atmospheric pressure, humidity, or temperature?" He picked up a bug with his fingertip, turned his head, and looked at Zheng Qing in surprise: "Why do they keep twinkling on and off!"
Indeed, the fireflies laying on the gas root sucking tree sap had lanterns on their bellies that flickered on and off, like unstable light bulbs.
Zheng Qing approached, reached out to lift a bug, and tore it off the gas root.
"Probably not." He frowned, looking closely at the sap remaining on the insect's mouth, and murmured: "According to the teaching assistant, this kind of simple structure of small insects can adapt to all known worlds... As for this brightness."
He reached into his grey cloth bag and took out an instruction manual.
