Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 193 Sand Sea Mad Scorpion
Within the limited area illuminated by the firelight, only the deserted sandy ground remained.

The entire camp fell into a despairing silence.

It was as if something had appeared out of thin air and silently dragged those people away.

The young man gestured to Zhang Wuxun and Hei Xiazi, indicating that he would go to the camp to wake up the survivors.

Zhang Wuxun stopped him, took out a pair of octagonal silver darts from his pocket and handed them to Wu Xiaoxie, instructing him: "We're going to find someone. You and Hei Xiazi stay here and guard. If there's any movement in the sand that's getting closer to you, just shoot. When you run out of bullets, blow it up. Do you remember how to activate the mechanism?"

Wu Xiaoxie nodded and said seriously, "Be careful."

"rest assured."

Zhang Wuxun waved his hand and said to the young man, "Let's go."

The young man nodded, and the two of them picked up their guns, carefully controlling the sound of their feet rubbing against the sand and gravel as they cautiously entered the camp.

The young man had very keen senses, and Zhang Wuxun was no less so. With their combined sense of danger, the two successfully entered the area.

As Zhang Wuxun passed by the campfire, he noticed some shallow crawling marks on the surface of the sand, as if something had just passed by and then disappeared under the sand. The wind on the Gobi Desert blew those marks away as well.

The deliveryman patted Zhang Wuxun lightly and pointed to the left, indicating that Zhang Wuxun should go there.

Zhang Wuxun frowned slightly, because he could clearly sense that there were more uninvited guests under the sand where the young man was going. Perhaps it was because that was where sheep had been slaughtered that evening, and the local villagers hadn't had time to collect the sheep blood from the basins, which had all seeped into the sand.

"Be careful." Zhang Wuxun spoke silently, knowing he couldn't persuade them otherwise, so he might as well save some time.

The young man nodded and took the lead in walking in that direction.

The young man had almost abnormal control over his body, moving as nimbly as a cat, shifting and dodging as if it were empty, narrowly and perfectly avoiding several traps set by underground creatures.

Zhang Wuxun withdrew his gaze and moved closer to his target; there were the fewest things underground near A Ning's tent.

The moment the curtain was lifted, a gleaming dagger came straight at him, the move swift and ruthless.

Zhang Wuxun leaned back to avoid it, grabbed A Ning's wrist and twisted it, saying silently, "It's me."

The struggling motion in his hand stopped abruptly as a small, glowing green watch was brought close to his face.

Having confirmed who it was, Ah Ning felt relieved, sheathed her dagger, and asked softly, "Where are the others?"

Zhang Wuxun calmly said, "Tianzhen and Heixiazi are outside the camp. Xiao Ge went to find the rest of the people."

Ah Ning cursed under her breath, her pretty face turning slightly cold as she said in a deep voice, "Life and death are predestined; we'll save whoever we can."

Zhang Wuxun didn't say anything; after all, they weren't one of their own.

"Let's go," Zhang Wuxun said.

Ah Ning said "Wait a moment" and went back to pick up her backpack. She looked at Zhang Wuxun and said, "The plate is in the backpack. If, I mean if, I really die, you have to find the Western Queen Mother's Kingdom and find out what it really is."

Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and chuckled, "Then you might as well take him to the grave. I have no obligation to do anything for you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

Ah Ning gritted her teeth, somewhat unwilling, but she couldn't do anything to Zhang Wuxun, nor did she have the right to ask him for help.

She decided to calm down and wait until this hurdle was overcome before making any further moves. If all else failed, she could only try to grasp the point that Zhang Wuxun cared about most, but she didn't want to see that happen.

The two woke up more than a dozen people. The survival rate of the people from Aning's company was relatively good, but the locals they had hired suffered heavy losses. Looking around the tents, all that remained were tattered sleeping bags and the pervasive smell of blood, indicating that something terrible had happened there. The group the young man had brought was even smaller, and they were all still in shock, clearly quite frightened.

As the survivors gathered, underground activity became more frequent. As if sensing the commotion above, mounds of earth rose up from under the sand, densely packed as far as the eye could see, and continued to advance towards the group.

Zhang Wuxun made a quick decision and said in a deep voice, "Brother, you take Aning and the others and go first. I'll cover the rear."

The young man nodded, said "Be careful," and then led everyone to quickly drive towards the Land Rover vehicles surrounding the camp.

At this point, no one cared about being exposed; everyone was running as fast as they could, desperately trying to escape.

Someone had just stepped onto the ground when they suddenly cried out in pain, fell to the ground, clutched their leg and screamed in agony, waving and hitting as they desperately tried to drive something away.

Upon closer inspection, a grayish-black, clawed, arthropod, about the size of a basketball, was hanging from his foot. Its ferocious claws clamped tightly around the man's foot, and its tail, thicker than a human arm and curved in segments, plunged forward and pierced into his flesh. In no time, the man who had been screaming in agony was lying on the ground, his face turning blue and purple, convulsing and foaming at the mouth, and was dead beyond any doubt.

Meanwhile, the screams of agony spread, and people began to fall one after another.

Bang bang bang, several shots were fired, and blood splattered everywhere. Several gray-black creatures were knocked down and fell onto the sand. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that these things were actually unusually large, highly venomous pincers scorpions.

"Run!"

The young man shot and killed a scorpion that emerged from the sand and blocked their path, then led the group to sprint out of the scorpion swarm's attack area.

People kept getting attacked and falling behind, the poison spreading throughout their bodies in an instant, and there was no way to save them.

Finally arriving at the convoy, Hei Xiazi and his companion started the car before the gunshots rang out. The remaining people scrambled into the vehicle, and with a roar, the car ran over the pursuing Scorpion and sped away.

Zhang Wuxun covered the rear, emptying his gun of bullets before pulling out an octagonal silver dart and activating the mechanism to unleash a barrage of attacks, blasting away all the scorpions buried in the sand in front and behind him, carving a path through the enemy lines.

Amid the deafening roar of the explosion, he sped across the crater, took a few quick steps, and leaped onto the roof of the Land Rover that was hurtling towards him, cutting through the cold wind.

The car window opened a crack, and Hei Xiazi's roguish voice drifted into Zhang Wuxun's ears, "Hold on tight, I'm about to accelerate!"

Gan!
Zhang Wuxun quickly grabbed the edge of the roof box, bent down, and closed his eyes tightly.

In an instant, a fierce wind blew in his ears, and sandstorm raged and battered him. Zhang Wuxun's face was almost blown out of shape. Everything around him was submerged in the rising yellow sand, and the world seemed to have fallen into apocalypse.

Zhang Wuxun's mind was filled with countless curses, wishing he could tear Hei Xiazi into eight pieces and use them to curse his ancestors for eighteen generations!

Finally, about two kilometers away from the camp, the car slowed down and rejoined the other cars that had driven off earlier.

"Wooden fish!"

Wu Xiaoxie anxiously approached and patted Zhang Wuxun, whose hair was disheveled, unkempt, and covered in sand.

Zhang Wuxun let out a long breath, spat out the sand in his mouth, jumped off the roof of the car, grabbed the gun from Wu Xiaoxie's hand, and fired two shots at Hei Xiazi, who had opened the car door and stepped out with one leg.

"Clap"

The trigger was pulled twice; it was a blank.

"Where are the bullets?" Zhang Wuxun asked in a harsh voice.

Wu Xiaoxie chuckled, "It's over."

In fact, Zhang Wuxun knew the moment he got his hands on it that it was an empty gun, but that didn't stop him from using it to scare Hei Xiazi and vent his anger.

(End of this chapter)