Archdruid Farming Online

"Yes yes yes, you have gone to heaven, you are awesome!" Su Che stretched out his hand to pat the apple tree, and a ray of natural force flowed into the branches and leaves of the young sapling between his fingers.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet, Prince?"

The apple tree is greedy for flying, and doesn't really want to catch tree thieves in its dreams.

It squeezed the gold and rubbish on the seat, and said: "It's still early, let the forehead fly for a while!"

Su Che: "..."

Meanwhile, the cabin is directly below.

The cargo compartment of the plane is low and crowded, and because the heating and pressurizing equipment is only partially turned on, when the plane leaves the runway and flies at low altitude, the temperature inside the cabin is very high, almost over 50 degrees.

In a dark warehouse, there are two figures squatting on the innermost side at this moment.

"Fuck!" One person glanced at the timer on his wrist, turned up his sweat-soaked shirt, and tightly covered his nose: "What the hell does it smell like?!"

The strong smell of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium filled the entire warehouse, and there was nowhere to escape, which was heart-stopping.

In fact, the smell of Jinkela was not so irritating at first, but the space was narrow, the high temperature promoted the volatilization of fertilizers, coupled with the good airtightness of the engine room, it became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

"I feel like my nose is being raped!" The stout stranger, wearing the uniform of the airline's uniformed cargo delivery staff, spit out, "Unlucky!"

"Don't say a few words." The other person was dressed in the same clothes as him, but taller and thinner. He frowned, covered his nose like his companions, and said coldly: "I have lived in the abalone place for a long time without smelling the smell. Just bear it for a while."

"What book bag did you lose? Everyone is reduced to this job, so don't show off your knowledge." The short, big and strong man reached out and patted the thin and tall man's shoulder.

The tall and thin man's movements froze, thinking that the bag of smelly gas in front of him was carried into the warehouse by himself, so he moved away from the tall and thin man calmly.

A moment of silence.

after awhile--

Short and strong: "Didn't you say that you can't smell the smell when you've been with abalone for a long time?"

The thin and tall man: "..."

He wanted to correct that "living in the place of abalone for a long time does not smell its stink", but he didn't want to speak at all.

It stinks.

Ammonia gas continuously evaporated from the woven bag in front of it, permeating every corner of the cargo warehouse. Because the engine room was completely sealed, as time went by, the stench not only did not dissipate at all, but became more intense.

The breath is full of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium, and the sweat is full of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium. Even the shirt used to cover the nose and mouth gradually turns into the smell of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium.

In the air full of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium, the tall and thin man felt that he and the short, big and strong man next to him had turned into two stinky salted fish that had been thoroughly pickled.

Terrible.

The luminous dial on his wrist flickered, illuminating the large and bold advertising words on the woven bag——

"Jingkela, a special product of Qingshan, is rich in five times nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium. One bag is more sprinkled with two bags, and it will not be lost or evaporated."

"..."

The thin and tall one thought: What a ghost.

No loss, no evaporation.

Won't your conscience ache for such indiscriminate false advertising?

……

in the cabin above.

The plane lifted off for a while, and finally entered the cruise at an altitude of 9000 meters.

Cotton candy-like white clouds were thrown below and turned into a sea of ​​clouds. The warm sunlight entered the cabin through the porthole and shone on the leaves of the apple tree without any obstruction.

The small apple tree stretched its branches and leaves, and there was a burst of photosynthesis on the spot.

The ammonia emitted by Jinkela is firmly absorbed into the body, and the fresh oxygen is released without hesitation, making people in the cabin feel like they are in a quiet forest, breathing fresh air and the fragrance of plants.

Inside and outside the cargo hold, there is only one floor separating them, but there are two worlds of ice and fire.

……

"No, I can't help it!"

Short and strong, he stood up with a "huh" and took a stride in the one-meter-high warehouse.

He glanced at his watch: "If you keep on fucking it, I'm going to become an abalone!"

"What are you going to do?" The tall and thin man raised his eyes and looked at his companion warily.

"What?"

"Hey..." With a smirk on the corner of his mouth, Shu Da Zhuang took out a palm-length knife from the pocket of his overalls, "Do what you need to do!"

"The plan is to start after an hour and a half," the tall and thin man frowned. "The plane will land at the Luochuan County Airport by then, so it will be more convenient for us to take advantage of the chaos and escape."

"Tsk," he was pushed aside by Shu Dazhuang before he finished speaking, "If you want to wait for yourself, isn't it just hijacking a plane? What's wrong with you?"

After all, he pressed the button on the handle of the knife.

With a "buzz", the knife vibrated imperceptibly, and a dazzling white light shone on the sharp blade.

"The latest laser cutting knife, with ultrasonic cutting function, cuts the steel plate like tofu."

The short, big and strong man waved the murder weapon in his hand at the thin and tall man showing off, and then, with a force of his arm, he inserted the blade into the bulkhead above his head.

"..."

The tall and thin man reached into his pocket, wanted to say something, but stopped again.

He looked at Jin Kela who was still emitting ammonia gas in front of him, and hesitated for a while.

—Forget it, that's fine.

—Wait for another hour and a half, he wasn't sure if the cargo hold would become a highly powerful condensed version of the stink bomb.

Thinking of the consequences, the tall and thin man couldn't help but trembled.

The friction sound of the blade cutting the metal sounded in the confined space, which was a little harsh, but because the steel plate separating the cargo compartment and the passenger compartment was thick enough, these cutting sounds were covered under the noise of the flight when they entered the cabin, making it difficult to detect .

Inside the cabin—

Su Che chatted with Little Apple Tree casually.

"Back to Luochuan, I treat you to something delicious."

"What to eat? Apples?"

"Eh, it's not time to bear fruit yet." The apple tree shook its leaves shyly, and Anli said, "Other apples in Luochuan are also delicious, so it's stinging!"

Su Che: "..."

"Okay, okay." Seeing the enthusiasm of the apple tree, he sent a few wisps of natural force to it: "Then you have to grow well, next time I pass Luochuan, maybe I can eat the apples you have grown .”

"Wow wow wow."

The apple tree seems to be looking forward to this near future. Although it is still on the plane and there is no soil for rooting, its roots can't help but stretch a little bit, crossing the golden clumps tightly hugged under it, and touching the metal structure. bottom of the cabin.

Then--

"what?"

"what happened?"

The root of a plant is the most sensitive part of the whole body. Almost the moment the root tip touched the floor, the apple tree sensed the unusual tremor under the steel plate.

Apple Tree: "Erdi Niang!"

Su Che: "..."

He lowered his head, looked at the apple tree that suddenly shrank all its roots, and rolled himself into a ball, wishing to stuff the leaves and branches into his arms, and reminded: "You were planted by Professor Song, and he was the only one who planted it." Father, no mother."

The apple tree ignored him at all, it shook its leaves tremblingly, and entered the state of "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen".

At an altitude of [-] meters, at the bottom of the cabin, there is a mysterious knocking sound...

What else can these factors add up to?

"The thief..." A string of words that would be blocked by Lu Jinjiang floated out of the apple tree's consciousness, and two slender branches twisted into a figure "8" and hugged Su Che's arm tightly.

Su Che let go of his mental strength, and heard the heart-piercing cry of the apple tree: "There is a ghost!!!"

Su Che: "..."

As a plant, your imagination is not too rich.

I don't know what the Luochuan County Academy of Agricultural Sciences usually shows its prince. Could it be a horror movie like "Ghost Flight"?

……

"almost."

In the cargo hold, Shorty Zhuang supported the upper alloy plate with one hand and the laser knife with the other. His lower body trembled a little due to the continuous work for more than ten minutes.

"Come and help me."

The tall, lanky man moved silently to his side, reaching out to support the boxy, cut-marked deck above his head.

"It's now," Shorty Dazhuang licked his lips, and said seriously, "I'll count one, two, three, and work hard together."

"..."

"Wait, you know what happened next, right?"

The tall, thin man nodded.

"Snatch the apple tree, plant the bomb, threaten the crew, run with the apple tree, the tree is alive, the tree is dead." To deepen the impression, Xiao Dazhuang repeated it to him, and then said——

"one."

Above the head, Su Che finally calmed down the apple tree, telling it that there are no ghosts in the world, and the reason why there is a knocking sound under its feet is because someone is playing tricks.

He brought Gu Zheng, the apple tree and the crows to the source of the vibration.

"is it here?"

"Swirling." The apple tree grabbed Su Che's arm and shook the leaves.

"two."

"I remember that this is where the cargo hold is located," Su Che said.

He squatted down and looked carefully at the floor, and found several smooth cracks appearing on it.

"three."

A sense of crisis welled up in his heart, Su Che was pulled back abruptly by Gu Zheng.

The moment he backed away, he gave an order to the crows.

"Boom-"

The obstacles blocking their heads were finally overturned, and the short, strong and thin ones lightened their hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

They straightened up, trying to rush out of the dark and narrow cargo hold to meet the bright sunshine.

however……

"Why is it still dark?!" Shorty Dazhuang couldn't believe it.

"Quack quack quack!!!"

The rough birdsong, accompanied by the sound of countless flapping wings, rang in his ears layer by layer, as clear as the waves of the sea.

Shorty and strong couldn't understand what the crows were calling, but Su Che knew it all.

Crow: With our group of birds serving the people, your sky will never be bright!

Smiling, Su Che sat and watched the crow beating the two thieves hiding in the cargo hold. By the way, he gently reminded: "It's fine if you get bald. Don't step on your face. If you lose your appearance, the police won't be able to track down the clues."

"Gah-"

Order!

As expected, the crows lightened their efforts and gently squeezed the short, strong and thin ones into two barren bald heads.

The black hair was scattered in the air, and after a burst of pain, they became short, bald and tall and thin.

The two were shocked by what happened suddenly, and waved their arms in a panic, trying to drive away a large group of crows that were densely packed above their heads.

However, this group of crows wandered around the rivers and lakes, plucked their hair, trampled their faces, robbed their homes, and did all kinds of evil. They may have played hooligans more often than the two of them took planes.

So, after a burst of unreasonable "quack quack".

The robbers touched their bald heads in despair.

It is said that hair is three thousand threads of trouble, and now their mood...is really calm.

Like a pool of stagnant water, without waves.