Chen Luo recognized this little black fellow.
Commonly known as a dung beetle, it fed on feces.
This was a good find, a beneficial insect that improved the environment.
What else could you call it but a beneficial insect?
Since the Apocalypse, the population had plummeted, Zombies rarely excreted, and there were far fewer animals.
That left it with nothing to eat. Although Chen Luo had yet to move everyone here, plenty of people were already around. With an earthen wall surrounding the place, it had burrowed underground to sneak in and steal some poop to eat.
It had endured countless hardships just for a mouthful of poop.
Do you think I have it easy?
And then it had gotten beaten up.
Xia Haoran turned to Chen Luo in confusion. Why keep a weird bug like this around when it even attacked people?
This half-meter-tall dung beetle looked like a monster. It had to be mutated, or it would never have grown so large.
How much poop did it have to eat every day?
It had even brought a gang of little followers along to steal some.
Chen Luo looked at Rice. Could she translate for this species?
The sight of the little black fellow left Rice disgusted and frightened. She shrank into Chen Luo's arms and said,
"I can only understand what dogs say."
"This humble consort cannot do it!"
Chen Luo's mouth twitched. If she didn't know what something meant, she shouldn't go around copying it. She was always blurting out things that gave people a fright.
She must have picked up that last line from some ridiculous TV series again.
Besides, what did she mean by only understanding what dogs said?
Can't you understand what I'm saying?
Rice couldn't understand it, but someone else could.
Hearing that