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Chapter 81 Three Meters Wide, Nine Meters Long (April 20, Seeking First Subscription)

That night.

Wang Yan, who was sleeping in the tent, vaguely heard the sound of wind, but did not hear Farusan's voice. So, Wang Yan turned over and continued to sleep.

The next morning.

Wang Yan's biological clock, which he had developed at the Academy of Education, was reactivated, waking him up.

As I crawled out of the tent, I looked up and saw seven or eight mutated venomous scorpions, glowing with a purple light, lying haphazardly about twenty meters from the camp, already completely dead.

Normally, waking up to such a scene would inevitably make one feel uneasy.

Perhaps Wang Yan had already adapted to this world, and seeing this scene, he felt no emotion whatsoever.

"Stop looking, go get some water, wash up, and then get something to eat. We'll be going into the ruins soon."

Farusan's voice came from the other tent.

Wang Yan turned his head and saw that his mentor was fully equipped with tools such as a magnifying glass, a small hammer, a small shovel, and a small brush, looking like an archaeologist.

"What are you looking at? You have one too." Farusan glared at her disciple, then took out an identical set of tools from somewhere and placed it outside Wang Yan's tent.

Wang Yan chuckled and said, "Haha, then I'll go wash up and make breakfast."

Taking out his toiletries from the tent, Wang Yan yawned as he walked towards the clear pool of water. He scooped up a handful of cool water and splashed it on his face, instantly sobering him up considerably.

After a quick wash, Wang Yan took out the portable stove he had used the night before, fetched some water from the pond, and placed it on the simple stove to boil.

After the water boiled, I took out two packets of macaroni, thought for a moment, and then added another packet. I skillfully opened the packaging and poured the coiled dry macaroni into the portable pot.

Before his transmigration, Wang Yan was quite unhappy with Fu Ningna's habit of eating macaroni every day, but now he himself feels that it is really convenient.

In the days before instant noodles, this macaroni was good, strong, and amazing!

After the water boils, the macaroni gradually expands and softens in the pot, releasing a faint aroma of wheat.

Wang Yan tore open the accompanying sauce packet and poured in the orange-red tomato cheese powder, which melted into a thick sauce upon heating, coating every strand of macaroni. Finally, he sprinkled on some dried herb flakes for garnish, and a steaming, tempting pot of macaroni breakfast, just like the one served to the Water God, was ready.

"Mentor, breakfast is ready!"

Wang Yan served himself a portion and called out.

"They're here."

Farusan put down her notebook, walked over to Wang Yan, and took the macaroni.

Wang Yan served himself another serving.

"I just checked, and those scorpions came out of the ruins last night. My previous guess should be correct. A demon has taken over the ruins and is controlling these scorpions."

"I'm eating," said Fiona.

She woke up a little earlier than Wang Yan, which was completely different from her previous habit of staying up late and sleeping in at home all night.

After Farusan got up, she naturally saw the dead scorpion. She did a simple investigation and confirmed the scorpion's origin.

"Did the mentor have any guesses about what it might be?" Wang Yan asked, slurping up a mouthful of macaroni.

Farusian: "It's most likely the Sacred Relic Scorpion."

"Hmm? But when I looked at the 'Illustrated Guide to Desert Creatures,' it said that the Sacred Skeleton Beasts are all solitary creatures, right?" Wang Yan asked, somewhat puzzled.

Like the "Illustrated Guide to Desert Creatures" that Amir had given him before, "Illustrated Guide to Rainforest Creatures" is a popular science book published by the Cult of God.

As you can tell from their names, one is about rainforests and the other is about deserts.

The most mysterious and powerful monster in the desert is the Sacred Beast.

As I have mentioned several times in the book, the Holy Beast is a solitary monster. Often, a single Holy Beast needs to occupy a large area of ​​territory in order to obtain enough prey.

"The book records the general situation, but there are exceptions," Farusan instructed. "Books are treasures for the transmission of knowledge, but you must also remember that it is better to have no books than to believe everything in them."

"The knowledge recorded in books is not necessarily all correct, and what is not recorded in books is not necessarily wrong."

After speaking, Farusan explained to Wang Yan, "Generally speaking, the Holy Beasts do indeed live alone. This often happens to Holy Beasts in their youth and prime, when they are at their most ferocious."

"After reaching adulthood, the physical strength of the Sacred Beast gradually declines, but its mastery of elemental power becomes stronger. At this time, the Sacred Beast will change from ferocious to cunning."

"It is also during this stage that lower-ranking monsters of the same kind often gather around the Holy Beast."

"The Sacred Relic Scorpion will summon scorpions, the Sacred Relic Crimson Vulture will summon a flock of crimson vultures—and so on."

Wang Yan listened and nodded slightly: "So, the mentor believes that the ruins are occupied by an elderly sacred scorpion?"

"Let's just guess. There could be other reasons. We can't draw conclusions without seeing it for ourselves." Farusan finished the last sip of soup, stood up, and said, "Let's tidy up and go inside the ruins."

Wang Yan nodded, quickly tidied up the dishes and pots, and then hung the tools that Farusan had given him on his body.

"I'm ready, mentor."

"Let's go then."

Farusan led the way, heading towards the pit on the other side of the pool.

Wang Yan quickly followed.

As one approaches the crater, the messy grooves and tiny footprints left by venomous scorpions on the sand become more and more numerous.

It seems that this site has become a complete nest for scorpions.

"Wang Yan, check the traces around here," Farusan stopped and ordered.

Wang Yan nodded, squatted down to examine it briefly, and quickly identified several obvious, wide, and deep drag marks.

These are definitely not the marks left by an ordinary scorpion.

The claw marks were rough and widely spaced, winding their way towards the dark cave entrance, undoubtedly belonging to the massive Sacred Remains Scorpion.

"So, what did you find?" Farusan asked.

"Yes, mentor. I found the tracks of a giant creature. Judging from the situation, it should be a Sacred Remains Poisonous Scorpion. The distance between the footprints is at least three meters wide. Based on the size proportions of a scorpion, this guy may be nine meters long."

Many people may not have a good grasp of what nine meters means; simply put, it's about the height of a three-story building.

This sacred scorpion is so powerful that calling it a bio-tank wouldn't be an exaggeration.

"Hmm—three meters wide and nine meters long, which matches the data of the elderly Holy Remains Scorpion." Farusan nodded slightly.

She did not question Wang Yan's conclusion. Along the way, she had taught Wang Yan a lot of things, including deducing traces in the wild. Her instructions just now were also a test.

"Did I bring the sensory elemental protection device I gave you?" Farusan asked again.

Wang Yan pulled down his shirt, revealing a disc: "I always carry it with me."

He has kept this thing with him ever since Farusan gave it to him.

Having life-saving items and not carrying them but hiding them away, only to find they're useless when danger strikes, is incredibly foolish.

"Okay, let's keep going, but be careful."

Farusan nodded and continued walking towards the entrance of the ruins cave.