Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 439

Before arriving, Bai Hongting had already prepared various ointments to treat venomous insect bites.

A man immediately took out tweezers and began removing the venomous stinger from Tang Yanchi's wound.

Meanwhile, the others launched attacks on the scorpion.

Suddenly, Yun Xiaoxiao paused.

She sensed Little Cutie's urgent desire to come out.

Glancing at the small scorpion scurrying around outside, Yun Xiaoxiao seemed to understand something.

She promptly summoned Little Cutie from her spatial dimension.

The moment it emerged, Little Cutie stood proudly on the ground, its stinger raised high.

Though ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍it hadn’t grown in size, its aura was overwhelmingly powerful.

After emitting some unknown sound, the small scorpion that had been dodging attacks obediently scurried toward it.

Seeing this, everyone stopped their assault.

The two scorpions communicated face-to-face in a language incomprehensible to humans.

Before long, Little Cutie followed the small scorpion down the earthen platform, disappearing into the dark desert night.

Yun Xiaoxiao: "..."

Why did she feel like her daughter had been lured away by some wild boy?

Still, she wasn’t worried about Little Cutie’s safety.

Little Cutie had come out willingly, meaning it had sensed the presence of its own kind.

Moreover, she had absolute faith in Little Cutie’s strength.

She believed that within the entire scorpion world, her Little Cutie was among the elite.

No other scorpion could defeat it.

The others took charge of scouting the area for any hidden venomous creatures.

After a while, Yun Xiaoxiao shook her head.

Her spiritual perception detected no other living beings besides their group.

Only then did everyone relax.

They turned their attention to Tang Yanchi, whose face was pale with pain.

By now, the venomous stinger had been removed.

The man disinfected the wound, applied ointment to the affected area, and wrapped it tightly with bandages.

Once finished, they carried Tang Yanchi to a cooler tent.

The man then placed his hand over the wound, channeling his healing energy slowly into Tang Yanchi’s body.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully.

Xiao Feng and Nie Yizhou took over the watch during the latter half of the night while the others rested.

Little Cutie still hadn’t returned.

By the next morning, as everyone packed up to depart, there was still no sign of it.

"Hey kid, you think your scorpion really got lured away and won’t come back?" Ling Jing teased with a laugh.

Nie Yizhou disagreed, grinning.

"Not necessarily. Maybe it’ll pull a repeat of that big tiger and bring back a whole gang of followers."

Yun Xiaoxiao gave him a slow, meaningful look.

Nie Yizhou rubbed his nose. "What?"

"Congratulations, you guessed right," Yun Xiaoxiao said, lips curving upward.

Nie Yizhou: "!!!"

The next moment, a majestic figure emerged from behind a sand dune.

It was none other than Little Cutie.

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Behind it trailed a legion of scorpions—large and small, marching in orderly ranks.

It looked like a full-fledged scorpion army.

The sight was so imposing that any stranger would have fled in terror.

"Holy crap, I was actually right?!" Nie Yizhou gaped in disbelief.

Then, with a pout of envy, he grumbled,

"Kid, your luck is just unreal. Lose one big tiger, gain a whole pack of mutant animal followers.

Lose one black scorpion, and now you’ve got an entire mutant scorpion army.

When will I ever get this kind of luck?"

"You probably won’t, unless..." Xiao Feng shot Nie Yizhou a sidelong glance.

Nie Yizhou perked up eagerly. "Unless what?"

Xiao Feng: "You step in more dog crap and hope for a miracle. If you need help, I can round up some dogs for you to stomp on their droppings..."

"Xiao! Feng!"

Before he could finish, Nie Yizhou charged at him, fists raised in mock fury.

"I’m just stating facts. Why so mad?" Xiao Feng smirked, dodging effortlessly.

The two chased each other around the vehicles, bickering and roughhousing.

The others paid them no mind—these two were just a pair of clowns.

"Are all adults this childish?"

Shen Yan frowned, eyeing Xiao Feng and Nie Yizhou with disdain.

Long Zhe gave them a brief glance. "Apparently."

"When I grow up, I’m not gonna be like that—so immature," Tang Yanchi muttered, his condition slightly improved.

After exchanging glances, the three boys turned away, each refusing to acknowledge the others.

The atmosphere grew oddly tense.

Meanwhile, Yun Xiaoxiao watched as Little Cutie proudly presented itself before her.

She patted its head in praise.

Holding out her hand, Little Cutie obediently shrank in size, climbing onto her palm before settling on her shoulder.

With a wave, Yun Xiaoxiao stored the scorpion army in her spatial dimension.

Once everything was ready, the group boarded their vehicles and continued toward their destination.

The journey was mostly uneventful, save for Nie Yizhou’s car getting stuck in a sand pit midway.

It took considerable effort to free it, after which they proceeded with greater caution.

After another day and a half of travel, they finally reached the place Uncle Tu'er had mentioned.

The area was strewn with yellow sand and peculiar rock formations—a popular spot for tourists in the past.

Throughout the trip, Abudu stayed close to Uncle Tu'er, soothing his nerves and coaxing out directions.

Fortunately, though the old man grew agitated upon arrival, his emotional state led him to divulge more crucial details.

Without hesitation, the group pressed deeper into the desert.

"Look! There are so many watermelons over there!"

Qu Xiaobei, the group’s resident foodie, pointed excitedly to the right side of the vehicle.

Everyone turned to see clusters of green watermelons growing on the parched ground—an unusual sight in the barren desert.

After the apocalypse, even common fruits and vegetables had become rare luxuries.

The sight of fresh watermelons was undeniably tempting.

But they also remembered Abu’s warning before setting out:

In the desert, the more beautiful something appeared, the deadlier it likely was.

"Don’t even think about it. Those might be poisonous," Zheng Yuner said with a laugh.

Qu Xiaobei hesitated. "But they look so delicious..."

"You’ve all seen the watermelons, but don’t be fooled by appearances," Abu’s voice came through the walkie-talkie.

He explained patiently, "Those aren’t real watermelons. They’re a highly toxic plant called ‘bitter apples.’ Their flesh isn’t red but white, and contact with their sap can be fatal.

Many who mistakenly consume them end up poisoned.

They’re extremely dangerous—avoid touching them at all costs."