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

Chapter 201 Arrow Ants Pointing the Way
The fat man pulled out photos from his camera and carefully compared them one by one with the Arabian stone pile in front of him.

“Hey, this one, this one!” Panzi exclaimed.

The fat man zoomed in for a closer look and immediately cursed, "This is unbelievable! It's exactly the same!"

Pan Zi was somewhat annoyed. "What do we do now? The longer we linger here, the more dangerous it will be for Third Master and the others."

The young man suggested, "Let's change direction and go through it again."

"This is the only way. Let's mark it this time," Pan Zi said.

Half an hour later, they circled back to the same spot.

The fat man found a relatively flat rock and plopped down, fanning himself with his hand and sighing, "This damn place is really cursed. We've changed directions, but we still can't get out."

Panzi was not discouraged. He kept looking for direction with the compass, when suddenly he cursed, "Damn it, this place has a magnetic field. The compass is lying to us."

The young man and the fat man hurriedly took out their compasses to try, and sure enough, the compasses completely failed here.

Since the compass is useless, the only way to get out of here is to wait for the stars to come out at night.

The fat man waved his hand, gesturing for Panzi to sit down and rest for a while. He then placed his hand on the pile of Arabian stones. "Old Pan, stop swaying around. Sit down and rest for a bit. Save your energy so we can make our journey tonight... Ouch!"

The fat man suddenly cried out in pain, and when he looked down, he found a small, yellowish-brown ant crawling between his fingers. It had probably bitten him because the fat man was in its way.

Looking further to the side, even more small, earthy-yellow ants were lining up one after another from under the pile of Arabian stones, like an army marching into battle.

The fat man flicked the ants off his hand with one finger and asked in bewilderment, "Are the ants moving house? Is it going to rain? No way."

Panzi walked over, squatted down beside him, picked up a small stone, picked up an ant, and looked at it. He explained, "This kind of ant is very common in the desert. It's called a spiky ant. It's very heat-resistant. But I didn't see any spiky ant nests next to this pile of stones. Where did these little things crawl out from?"

"Who cares where it came from? Just tell me if this thing is poisonous or not. Why is my finger itchy?" The fat man shook his hand, puffed out his cheeks, and blew on the slightly red and swollen spot on his finger.

"There's no poison involved. It's similar to being bitten by a mosquito. Some people swell up and end up in the hospital, while others are perfectly fine. It depends on individual constitution." Panzi took out an anti-itch spray from his backpack and tossed it to Fatty, telling him to spray it on.

The young man walked over, reached out to shoo away a small clump of ants, touched a clump of sand at the edge of the pile of stones, and smelled it. "It's sweet."

After saying that, he took out a dagger and scraped away the clump of sand, revealing scratches underneath.

"Hey!" the fat man yelled. "Isn't this the mark of a wooden fish? How come it's been buried in the sand?"

Panzi picked up the stone, poured some water on it, wiped it clean, revealing the complete seal script character for fish, the carving marks were very fresh.

The fat man suddenly became excited, "The wooden fish left a mark. If we follow this, we can at least find one."

Panzi was also a little excited. "Muyu is smart. He might be able to understand this Arabian stone pile. If we follow the marks, we might be able to find him and Little Third Master."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry up and find them sooner so I can have peace of mind." The fat man jumped up and pulled the two men forward.

At the next fork in the road, I focused on finding ants, and as darkness fell, I finally followed the marks to the temporary camp.

“Here it is.” The fat man shone his flashlight and poked at the half-melted fruit candy on the mound of dirt with a stick. He chuckled, “I knew it. Why were the ants all out here when it wasn’t raining or windy? They were eating candy.”

Panzi looked at the sugar stick that Fatty was holding up, and then at the small mound of dirt that the ants had made along the edge. He chuckled, "The marks that Muyu leaves are so unique. Who the hell would have thought to use sugar to attract ants to guide them?"

The young man went into the tent to check, then came out and said to the two men, "They're not here."

Panzi nodded. "I guess Muyu found their temporary camp first, and then followed the trail to find the people. Let's hurry up and go."

The three men followed the signs and continued deeper into the Devil City.

﹉﹉﹉

On the other side, after discovering the ten-cash coins in the small pit on the rocky mountain, Zhang Wuxun found some small stones underneath and piled them up in the direction he was going to make arrows, marked them, and then put sugar on them, making triple insurance to ensure that Xiao Ge and his friends could find the location.

After walking about ten meters, they found a second copper coin, indicating that they were not far from where Wu Xiaoxie and the others were.

Finally, they found Wu Xiaoxie and his companion, who were dehydrated and unconscious, in a shallow pit.

"A-Ning's" head was still resting on Wu Xiaoxie's stomach when Zhang Wuxun stepped forward and reached out to push her aside.

Without even looking, he took off his backpack, took out his water pouch, popped a candy into it and shook it, then inserted a straw into the bottle and held it to Wu Xiaoxie's lips, lifting his head up. "Tianzhen, wake up, get up and drink some water."

In a daze, Wu Xiaoxie felt as if he was hallucinating; he thought he heard the sound of a wooden fish.

My dry mouth suddenly felt moist, and something cool and refreshing flowed into my mouth, seemingly with a hint of sweetness.

I instinctively wanted to lick my lips, and when I opened my mouth, more sweet liquid flowed in.

Ah! Wu Xiaoxie thought to himself, could this be the legendary Mango Dew that brings the dead back to life from the jade bottle of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the South China Sea?
His body reacted before his mind could process it. By the time Wu Xiaoxie came to his senses, he was already sucking on a straw, the cool, sweet water seeping into his heart and soul, flowing into every part of his body, leaving him with an unforgettable aftertaste.

The burning sensation in his throat and lungs subsided instantly, and he felt alive again.

His eyelids were too heavy, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift them. His consciousness gradually blurred, and finally, he fell into a deep sleep while biting on a straw.

Zhang Wuxun moved Wu Xiaoxie into a sleeping bag, moved her to a sheltered spot, lit a fire, set up a small iron basin, poured in water, and started cooking millet porridge. Only then did he have time to deal with "A-Ning".

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as A Ning's, Zhang Wuxun sneered inwardly. He reached out and pried open her jaw, stuffed the water bag with the straw inserted into her mouth, dragged her three meters away from Wu Xiaoxie, and left her there without paying her any more attention.

While stirring the rice porridge with a small spoon, sprinkle on the shredded dried meat and seaweed, and mix well.

After a while, a coughing sound came from "A Ning's" side, indicating that she had woken up, but then she fell silent again.

Zhang Wuxun glanced over there and thought to himself, "That little rascal is quite the actor."

Thank you Nie Mowangqing for the generous donation.



(End of this chapter)