"Is your grandfather's name Wang Tianji?" Chen Ziwen asked.

The fat man was stunned, shook his head and said, "No, my grandfather's name is Wang Cong." ”

Wang Cong...

Chen Ziwen did not show doubts when he heard this, but nodded suddenly.

Wang Cong, Wang Hui, and a pair of children of Wang Tianji (Tianjizi). Unexpectedly, the fat man is not the grandson of the old man of Tianjizi, but the great-grandson.

Scold!

It's actually an old man again.

Chen Ziwen looked at the fat man with some amusement, he really didn't expect Tianjizi to be his grandfather, and the two really didn't look like each other at all.

Speaking of which, does Wang Fatzi also have a talent for arithmetic?

Chen Ziwen looked at Wang Fatzi.

Although Wang Tianji claims to be a Tianjizi, his talent for arithmetic can only be regarded as average, but his daughter, Wang Hui, the daughter-in-law of Zhuge Kongping, has a very high talent for arithmetic, which is far from being comparable to Wang Tianji.

Thinking of this, Chen Ziwen suddenly asked Wang Fatzi: "Is your aunt still alive?" ”

The fat man looked dazed: "My aunt? ”

Seeing his expression, Chen Ziwen basically knew the situation, and it seemed that he was either dead, or he had cut off contact and didn't know the situation a few years ago.

Speaking of which, if Wang Hui is still alive, I am afraid that she will be almost ninety years old, at such an age, unless she forms a golden pill or an alternative immortality, she may hang up halfway through a hexagram.

"Chen, Brother Chen, you can't really be from my grandfather's generation, right?"

The fat man looked at Chen Ziwen, his heart was jumping, and his sleepiness dissipated a lot.

He remembered Hu Bayi's words, remembered the situation when he first saw Chen Ziwen in the underground fortress of the Kwantung Army, and remembered that Chen Ziwen said that he had several relationships with Grandpa Shirley Yang...... Suddenly, a thought popped up: Could it be that this little brother Chen in front of him is actually a big zongzi?!

Chen Ziwen smiled and looked at Wang Fatzi: "Call grandpa!" ”

Wang Fatzi was so puzzled that his face wrinkled, and he couldn't tell the truth from Chen Ziwen's face, but there was definitely no way for him to recognize his grandfather, so he shook his head and said: "You look like you're in your twenties, don't try to take advantage of me." ”

Chen Ziwen smiled: "Let's just talk about it." I call you brother, and you call me master; What questions does the fat brother have? Grandpa helps you out! ”

The fat man's face darkened, and he immediately said to Chen Ziwen to go to your uncle.

Chen Ziwen shook his head.

This is not worthy of grandchildren...

Turning his head to see Shirley Yang Ru's mentally retarded expression on the side, Chen Ziwen smiled at her: "You are the same, if there are any problems, I can also help you solve your doubts - for example, I always have some strange dreams at night or something." ”

Shirley Yang was shocked when she heard this.

If someone else hears Chen Ziwen's words, most of them will only think of it as a liar, but Shirley Yang is different! Because she has been dreaming the same dream almost every night for the past six months, every time she dreams of a big black hole, and a large coffin hangs at the mouth of the hole, and the coffin is engraved with ghost cave inscriptions......

Since she started dreaming after her father's disappearance, Shirley Young has been speculating whether her father is asking her for a dream.

It's just that the dream is too bizarre, and Shirley Yang has never said it to anyone!

How would this person in front of him know?

Is it nonsense?

Shirley Yang's gaze at Chen Ziwen became half-shocked.

She wanted to test a thing or two, but suddenly saw the eyes of the giant pupil stone statue with a big head dug out in the corner of the wall illuminated by a gasoline lamp on the side, which seemed to move, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What is that?" ”

Chen Ziwen followed her gaze, and in the night vision, he quickly saw a black ant the size of a knuckle and a blood-red tail, lying on the eyes of the stone statue, and under the shaking of the light, it was like a human eye glowing.

"Desert marching ants."

Chen Ziwen walked over and pinched the big ant between his fingers.

The finger was attached to the bloody qi, and the ant couldn't hurt it, Chen Ziwen pinched it and observed it carefully, and found that except for the bigger, harder shell, and good bite force, this desert marching ant was nothing special.

Of course, this is only for the individual.

In the case of the colony of desert marching ants, I am afraid that the number is tens of millions, even if an elephant encounters it, it will be eaten every minute.

Shirley Yang is a photographer for the United States Geographic Magazine, and she is well-informed, and she recognized the ants in Chen Ziwen's hand, and her face suddenly changed greatly.

"Suffered!" "The place we're in is probably near a desert marching ant nest!" ”

The fat man disagreed: "Aren't they just big ants?" ”

Chen Ziwen pressed his hand to the ground, and the blood qi was stimulated, and he soon felt a large movement in the depths of the ground.

Looking at its scope, I am afraid that the ruins of this ancient city where everyone is located are surrounded by the nest of desert marching ants, and once they climb to the ground, it is estimated that a black sea will appear.

"This is supposed to be a pathfinder ant soldier, the rest are deep underground, and a black storm is blowing right now, and they won't mess around until the sandstorm gets smaller." Chen Ziwen casually pinched the ants between his fingers and said to the two, "As long as you don't make some bloody smell to attract ants, don't worry too much." ”

"I'm here to watch, and it's going to be fine. Go to sleep, recuperate, and wait for the sandstorm to get smaller, so that you can escape. ”

Chen Ziwen wanted to study the desert marching ants, so he waved his hand to the two people.

When the fat man heard this, he suppressed the doubts in his heart, looked at Chen Ziwen, and then looked at the ants in Chen Ziwen's hand, and finally was conquered by the trapped spirit and went to the side to sleep.

Shirley Yang didn't have the big heart of a fat man, and when she noticed that she was near the nest of desert marching ants, her face turned white with worry.

But now there is a black storm blowing outside, and I will die faster when I go out, and I don't know what to do for a while.

Chen Ziwen didn't care how Shirley Yang was frightened, he only pinched the ant in his hand and tried to refine it into a Gu worm.

After sleeping for decades, the Gu worms in his hands died completely.

During this time, while Chen Ziwen was looking for the Exquisite Ancient City, he was also looking for insects suitable for refining into Gu.

But except for finding some insects that were refining "tracking Gu", Chen Ziwen, the other Gu worms, was not very eye-catching.

Although the individual strength of the desert marching ant is not amazing, its sheer number is a very attractive place.

If you can "subdue" the queen ant and control the entire colony, at least ...... It's very stylish.

Chen Ziwen was inexplicably sad.

With the improvement of strength, the vision is also improving, once if there was a chance to get desert marching ants, Chen Ziwen would definitely try his best to catch them all, but now he is a little unsightly.

However, Gu Descending is not separated.

If you can subdue the desert marching ants, improve the cultivation of the descending technique, and refine the "flying ant descending", you will not be at a loss to deal with a large number of things in the future.

So pinching the desert marching ant, Chen Ziwen put the pathfinder ant into a porcelain bottle, used it as an experimental material, and began to drip various self-prepared potions into it......

Spent the night in the study.

Next.

Nine a.m.

The black storm that had been blowing all night finally showed a tendency to decrease.

Hu Bayi was woken up from his sleep, looked at it, and found that it was Shirley Yang.

"Has the sandstorm stopped?" Hu Bayi asked.

Shirley Yang shook his head: "Not yet, but An Liman said soon, you are ready to prepare, as soon as the storm stops, we will leave here immediately." ”

Shirley Yang had a pair of dark circles under her eyes, and she didn't look like she had slept well.

Hu Bayi saw her nervous face, and couldn't help but look at the fat man, and then learned about the desert marching ants from the fat man's mouth.

"Desert marching ants..."

Hu Bayi didn't know much about this kind of ant, and when he heard that Chen Ziwen had caught one, he stepped forward to take a look, and then saw the black ant that had been tossed by Chen Ziwen all night and half dead.

"That's not small!"

Hu Bayi's heart tightened slightly.

Although he had never seen the power of the desert marching ants, Hu Bayi could imagine how terrible it would be for thousands of desert marching ants to gather together, so he agreed with Shirley Yang and decided to leave as soon as the storm stopped.

Professor Chen and the others were a little reluctant to leave.

One is because the giant pupil stone statue found last night has not had time to study it carefully; The two are because they are in a hurry during the day, which consumes too much.

Especially the fat man, he also plans to hunt a yellow sheep here to eat.

"Isn't it just an ant? When they come out, we can't run away. ”

The fat man was muttering, but was interrupted by Chen Ziwen's voice-

"I can't wait for this storm to stop, the desert marching ants are about to come out, if you want to leave, hurry up, otherwise you won't be able to leave for a while." Chen Ziwen felt the underground fluctuations and said to everyone.

Hu Bayi heard another meaning in Chen Ziwen's words, and hurriedly asked, "What about you?" Won't you come with us? ”

Chen Ziwen nodded.

Hu Bayi and the others had been planted with a tracking Gu aura, and Chen Ziwen was not interested in accompanying them to slowly travel in the desert.

Moreover, after some contact yesterday, the memory in the depths of his mind gradually became clear, and Chen Ziwen remembered that this place was not the real West Night Ancient City, but could only be regarded as the outer town of the West Night Ancient City.

The real West Night City is about a day's journey away.

In the original work, Hu Bayi and others would rest in the ruins of the ancient city of Xiye for three or four days, and then walk for more than ten days before they could see the sacred mountain of Zagrama.

During this time, Chen Ziwen didn't want to waste it, and wanted to try it to see if he could subdue the queen of the desert marching ants.

Even if you can't, it doesn't matter.

Under the well altar in the ancient city of the West Night, there is also a prince's tomb, Hu Bayi and Wang Fatzi are limited by Professor Chen and others, and they are embarrassed to open the coffin and pour the bucket, but Chen Ziwen has no restrictions in this regard, and just opened it alone.

See if there's any treasure in there!