Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!

Chapter 601 - 182: Hope of Escape_2

Ji Heng’s eight-person squad has finished charging.Preparing to descend to the negative first floor.

They opened the map, looked at the diving paths—there are a total of five channels leading underground.

Two of them are escape routes, designed for humans to flee during a fire, and one is a ventilation duct, where people need to stoop to walk.

Three routes were directly passed over.

One is an ejection path, but it collapsed. It’s being cleared, and it’s quite far from their destination.

The last one leads down the corridor to the end, entering the shaft, and jumping directly to the negative first floor.

The mecha can also go down there.

If you can pilot a mecha, of course, you should use it.

The eight departed quickly, having only rested for a bit. There’s a possibility their score could be surpassed—they can’t just sit and watch their lead disappear.

The shaft door has already been pried open, showing how hard the previous people tried to escape. Inside, the elevator is platform-style, not enclosed. This aids in transporting large items underground.

The elevator was destroyed, shattered into pieces, with half the platform missing, as if something had directly smashed and shattered it.

Looking down, the shaft is very deep. To reach the negative first floor, you must descend fifty meters. The negative second floor is even deeper. The Mechanical Planet uses every usable part except the Earth’s core.

Inside the shaft, the fluorescent lights are dim, their pale green hue adding to the eerie atmosphere.

An Insect Man suddenly crawled up, and Ji Heng stomped it flat, tearing it apart with dual blades.

The Insect Man screamed, the sound echoing through the air-filled underground, and it was exceedingly creepy.

Big Demon clasped his hands together, "Brother Ji looks so dashing one can’t help but chase him."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I prefer being described as amazing. Saying ’dashing and amazing’ works too." Ji Heng wasn’t as dramatically reactive as Wu Feiyang, but he was also a straight man, hard to accept Big Demon’s aesthetic, nor did he welcome teasing.

Everyone: "..." Seriously, you’re getting even more extravagant!

Big Demon: Loving it even more!

"Let’s go!" Ji Heng said, leading the way down the shaft, wanting to finish the task sooner.

While Ji Heng was descending, changes were occurring on Wu Qingqing’s end.

The three trapped in the ice layer temporarily escaped danger, with the other two sincerely thanking Wu Qingqing for not forgetting to lend a hand, "Thanks, girl."

Wu Qingqing replied, "Try not to move, the ice layer isn’t thick."

Mecha Master A: "Understood."

Mecha Master B: "What do we do next, wait for rescue?"

"It’s better not to pin hopes on others. We’re unsure about the substance outside, what if..."

Mecha Master A feared unlucky talk: "No ’what ifs’."

"We need to discuss a plan; there are three of us, all smart minds, surely we can save ourselves," Wu Qingqing said.

Well...not necessarily.

"How to save ourselves, when we can’t even move now. We don’t know how to deal with the stuff outside."

"Use your brains," Wu Qingqing instructed. "Imagine, not getting out—your wife becomes someone else’s, your kids call another man dad. Can you accept that?"

Silence filled the space.

Wu Qingqing apologized, "Okay, maybe you guys don’t even have girlfriends."

Life is tough enough, don’t rub salt in the wound!

Mecha Master B: "Do you have any ideas? I’ve watched your matches—your Vegetable Farmers are cunning, surely you won’t sit back and wait."

Wu Qingqing: "Calling an honest person like me cunning isn’t accurate. Mind your wording. We’re all in the same boat now; I’ll sink if the boat capsizes too. Don’t say I have a plan without including you. My mind isn’t as sharp as Miaomiao’s, nor do I have Sasha’s breadth of knowledge—just now was my brain’s fastest pace."

Three mechas squeezed together; if not looking at the screen’s numbers, they wouldn’t feel time passing or notice any spatial movement.

Wu Qingqing really wanted to move a bit, to see how mysterious the substance outside was.

Suppressing the urge, she rubbed her temples, hoping to come up with a good idea.

She thought for a while, maybe several minutes, but didn’t find a decent plan. Is waiting for rescue the only choice? She didn’t want to end the competition so frustratingly.

Is there only a regrettable conclusion?

"What to do?" Three ordinary folks couldn’t outwit Zhuge Liang, so only Zhuge Liang could appear.

Xiao Wu spoke; it could capture weak signals to calculate cosmic dimensions, preventing getting lost in deep space, "You’re approaching a mutated Acid-spitting Worm. Please take note—the Worm is consuming the substance surrounding you."

Wu Qingqing asked, "About how long until it reaches us?"

"Twenty seconds."

Wu Qingqing: "..." Great, the time left for her to think is practically nonexistent.

No time to waste.

Urgently, Wu Qingqing addressed her two "shipmates": "I’ll count to three-two-one, then fire your most powerful weapon to my right."