The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 192 - 190: Southern Island Group

Chapter 192: Chapter 190: Southern Island Group

Lu Chen explained in a deep voice, "Southern Island is rich in resources, with snakes and insects everywhere on the island and many exotic plants, making it suitable for research."

Just hearing the words "snakes" and "insects" made Su Mo’s skin crawl. "Is the insect repellent prepared?"

"Don’t worry, sister. They are all new medicines, and I’ve brought them all," Jianxiong said as he patted his chest and glanced at Lu Chen, their treasures all stored in Lu Chen’s space.

Hearing this, Lu Chen directly flung out a few packages. "Carry them yourself."

The one prepared for Su Mo was smaller, and it contained various outdoor survival items, specifically added in case she got lost without supplies.

Everyone’s backpack contained such items.

Su Mo proactively took on a backpack, waiting for the boat to dock.

"Roar!"

A nameless roar emanated from the island, causing a flock of mutant birds to scatter and flee.

The people on the boat shivered, still on the sea, as if they could feel the overwhelming pressure hitting them.

"This is a huge creature," even Jianxiong rubbed his arms where goosebumps had formed.

Lu Chen turned around and asked the soldiers, "How are those infected soldiers doing?"

"Much better, Admiral Lu. We can continue with the mission," one of the soldiers, who had lost limbs but still stubbornly carried a bag, replied.

The virus had indeed stopped, and the healing was very good, causing Su Mo’s face to light up with joy.

"You stay on the boat with alertness, protect Yang Jianguo, and the supplies in your bags are enough to last a week," Lu Chen frowned, not planning to let them disembark.

The four soldiers looked at each other, understanding that their current condition really wasn’t suitable for missions anymore, and would only become a burden to their comrades.

With continuous persuasion from others, the four simultaneously saluted, "Admiral Lu, then we will stay here and wait for your triumphant return."

After anchoring the boat, the soldiers helped throw the anchor down, and everyone disembarked the sailboat in order. Yang Jianguo stood at the bow, filled with awe at the sight of the island and watched the departing figures of Su Mo and the others, fantasizing that he might be one of the survivors of this expedition to Southern Island.

He would reunite safely with his grandson, so that his wife and he would no longer be hungry.

Meanwhile, back in Tanghai City, their stationed area was facing an unprecedented gigantic tsunami, towering dozens of meters high.

Black seawater mixed with countless mutant creatures flooded the beaches, swallowing everything in its path.

As he was swept away by the water, the image of his grandparents’ weathered faces flashed through Yang Yichu’s young mind, finally settling on the warm smile of Su Mo.

"If possible, try hard to survive," the girl’s gentle voice echoed.

He would definitely go to find her, no matter what form he might take, he would stay alive.

Su Mo sneezed inexplicably as she walked on the soft sand. As soon as she landed on the island, her heart started to panic, but she suppressed her discomfort and followed Lu Chen with a calm demeanor.

Upon entering the island, everyone applied insecticide and wore boots that reached up to their knees, covering even their necks tightly.

After all, it was a tropical island where the temperature was frighteningly high.

But aside from sweating, they dared not expose any skin.

After confirming the route, Lu Chen put away the map and led them into the verdant, deadly jungle.

Shortly after they entered the forest, a large black sailboat appeared on the horizon and was slowly heading towards the island.

Li Chuan stood at the prow of the boat, somewhat disheveled and drenched, but it still didn’t affect his eerie smile. "It seems someone has beaten us to it," he said.

The air around Lu Jin distorted suddenly, and the binoculars in his hand were twisted into fragments.

It was eerily quiet around, only the rustling of leaves rubbing against people as they walked.

The rainforest was filled with wooden vines hanging from the large, leafy broadleaf trees.

Overhead were dense sky-high trees, where even the exceptionally large banana leaves almost completely blocked the scattered sunlight.

Here, the light was very dim, the air moist, and the ground covered with green moss and some unknown toxic fungi.

Su Mo pulled out the Tang Blade and slightly led ahead of Lu Chen, clearing the densely packed, unidentifiable foliage around them to carve out a path.

The ground beneath their feet was damp soil, and their noses were filled with the unique scent of plants and earth.

Su Mo focused on chopping the branches in front of her, hoping not to get cut by those sharp leaves.

It grew even quieter, and unwittingly, apart from the sound of her cutting grass, she could no longer hear the movement of her companions nearby.

"Lu Chen?" She stopped and turned around, her expression instantly wary.

The Lu Chen who had been closely following her was nowhere to be seen, not just him but everyone else seemed to have disappeared; it was as if she was alone in the entire rainforest.

"Lu Chen?!" Su Mo couldn’t help but raise her voice.

The only sound reverberating in the forest was her own voice, and Su Mo, gripping the blade, felt her alertness peak.

Something was off, she was definitely ensnared.

When had it happened?

She stood still, not daring to move, with only the occasional whisper of the breeze by her ears.

After an indeterminate amount of time, there was a rustle from the bushes ahead.

She held the blade across her chest, warily watching the front as the banana leaves clustered together shook even more violently. Just as Su Mo was about to throw her blade to clear the path, a pair of distinctly jointed large hands parted the banana leaves.

The familiar handsome face made Su Mo exclaim in surprise, "Lu Chen!"

She held her blade as she moved closer to him.

A few meters in front of her, the man stood straight, tenderly calling her, "Momo."

Su Mo hesitated, her smile freezing, "What did you call me?"

In Lu Chen’s gentle, watery eyes, his smile appeared as warm as a spring breeze. Su Mo was almost lost in his gaze when he stretched out his arms, "Come to me, Momo."

With each call, Su Mo took a few steps back, her tone cold, "Lu Chen has never called me Momo, what are you?"

She pointed the blade at the man.

Lu Chen’s face twisted slightly, his brilliant smile somewhat out of place on his features, "What are you talking about, my Momo? If you won’t come, then I will come to you."

He gracefully stepped forward, inching closer to her.

Su Mo glanced at the blade in her hand, continuously retreating until she hit the thick trunk behind her and stopped.

Several brown vines entwined around the branches were knocked loose by her impact, wrapping around the tree trunk and winding around Su Mo’s waist.

Her back hurt, but the scenery before her eyes seemed to tremble because of the pain, distorting Lu Chen’s appearance even further.

She seemed to have realized something.