In the desert, water is equivalent to the existence of life, whether it is for animals, plants or people.
Although the supplies are sufficient, they are also divided into two parts to carry, but on the fourth day of walking, we have consumed nearly half of the reserves along the way, and now except for a little bit in our own skin bags, the rest are all fixed on this wooden frame Among the two wooden barrels on the table, that is something that must not be lost!
In the dusty space that obscured the sun, I stared closely at a smear of paint in the distance, no matter how dry my eyes were, I didn't dare to blink, for fear that in the blink of an eye, that little trace would completely disappear in the chaos, and the massive wind engulfed Sand and rocks are raging everywhere, and the wind is still astonishing. The load of tens of kilograms is too insignificant in front of it, but seeing this luggage being pushed and rolled away non-stop, it almost got caught by it several times because of the dust. Out of sight, let alone catch up and hold on!
After driving a certain distance, I became more and more anxious. Although I didn't pay attention to the direction carefully, I didn't have to think about it. I must be farther and farther away from the camel caravan. I don't know the east, west, north, and south, and once I get lost in the desert alone, I can't protect myself, not to mention that the people in the camel team may not be able to survive, then this chasing has become an act of ignorance.
I can't stop, I can't delay, the only way left is I swayed my heart, I jumped up with luck, and tried my best to use my lightness kung fu in this strong sandstorm, walking against the wind, but I hope Can quickly and quickly solve the problem!
It's not that I didn't think of using this trick before, it's just that it's too risky, it's equivalent to turning myself into a light leaf in a strong wind, not to mention that light body exercise requires steady breathing, which is simply unacceptable in the yellow sand all over the sky. possible tasks.
Therefore, every time I fly to catch up for a certain distance, I will definitely be thrown to the ground by the wind because of losing control, but I can¡¯t control that much at the moment. When I fall down, I just stand up and continue chasing, no matter what the throat hurts and the eyes are sore Covered in sand, when a person is pushed to the limit, he has already automatically blocked these small discomfort signals.
After repeated several times, I gradually mastered some tricks, and the time to raise my breath became longer and longer, and I almost succeeded several times. At this time, God seemed to have finally figured it out, and the paint in the sand mist rolled Rolling and rolling, it suddenly stopped, as if stuck in a certain bunker.
Although my eyes hurt, I still saw this scene clearly, and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. I picked it up again with a breath that was about to fail, and hurried away to the front of the luggage, before my feet landed on the sand. When you step on it firmly, you have to lean over to lift it.
After stepping on it and mentioning it, I realized that God didn't figure it out, but made a bigger joke.
The fine sand under my feet is soft and soft, strangely soft, as if I stepped on a pile of sand, but something like a semi-liquid state, my feet sank directly into my calf, I was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to pull my legs out , when he lifted his right foot, instead of pulling it up, his left foot was directly submerged into his knee!
Close to the limbs is a soft and strange adsorption force, and a word flashes across my heart, quicksand!
Regarding this legendary word, I vaguely remember an old bird once said that there are swamps that trap people in this world but no quicksand that traps people. It is a rare way to die, and you can die without regret.
But now I undoubtedly won this prize, or the probability of winning is different in different times. When I feel that my legs are being swallowed up a little bit, it is strange that I still have the time to think about it, and then I concluded in my heart. , How could it be possible to die without regret?
There are too many regrets brought about by sudden death.
I tried my best to search in my mind how to deal with it at this time. I still vaguely remember the little knowledge of surviving in swamps and ice caves. No, the self-weight plus the falling force at the moment of landing makes people fall into a deep place suddenly, and in a blink of an eye, they are below the knees and missed the best self-rescue period.
And the subsidence is still going on, slowly, but at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the body can clearly feel the engulfing inch by inch. Even if you open your arms to expand the surface area, it is useless. All the small things you can think of during this time Attempts have failed, and the devouring is still going on slowly and steadily, almost in a gentle and methodical way.
Close your eyes, strangely not afraid, just a little nausea, because the submerged body is wrapped by a huge clamping force, the strong sense of oppression makes people feel like being swallowed by a boa constrictor.
Without accelerating the subsidence, this process is very long, but there is no way to do it, and it is the most exhausting.
When the soft yellow sand is waist-deep, this kind of subsidence seems to stop slowly, and the oppressive feeling in all directions is so strong that it replaces the suction.?? was trapped in a plaster made of sand, and now the plaster is slowly solidifying, so the body is suspended and shaped, bound tightly, and even blood circulation seems to be difficult.
Even so, it should have brought a glimmer of life to people. After all, as long as they don't continue to sink, they won't be submerged in yellow sand.
It's a pity that the presence of the sandstorm in the sky is highlighted again at this time.
The sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun has never stopped for a moment. If it was said to be fueling the development of the situation just now, then it is undoubtedly adding insult to injury, or more precisely, adding sand to the sand.
The strong wind swept up a large amount of sand and dust on the ground, and the immobile body was a natural windshield. After a while, the sand gradually piled up around him like snow. No matter how careful you are, it will cause your body to sink a little more, but you have to do it.
After repeating this process several times, only the chest above the chest is exposed. If this goes on for a long time, he will either be swallowed by quicksand or buried by wind and sand, which is worthy of the name.
?I figured this out, but my heartbeat didn't speed up. Maybe it's because the situation is always developing at a very slow pace, so my heartbeat can't be fast. The only thing I'm struggling with now is the problem of water.
Looking back, it was right at hand. Because it weighed less than the human body, it didn't sink. It's just that most of it has been buried by the wind and sand. If you want to die because of it, you don't want to die in vain. I have been insisting on cleaning it to make it show the outline, but now I can't make up my mind for a while. I don't know if I should continue to insist, so that they can find a way to survive in the future? It's better to let it be covered up, so as to prevent Lian'er from accidentally falling into this deadly trap
Lian'erwe must not let her fall into this deadly trapbut if she can't find water, so what should she do
But thinking about it again, she should be able to get out of this sea of ??sand, right? Because she is different from others, she is practicing Nishang, she is Jade Rakshasa, fate will hurt her, but it will also protect her, if you think about it this way, you should be lucky to have fate
And if she can't find me in the end, will she be sad
Thinking too much and too complicated, my head started to hurt gradually. This may be due to the wind and sand, or it may be due to lack of oxygen. With every breath, the fine sand fills the gaps around the body, and the pressure in the chest cavity is getting bigger and bigger. , I could only vent my breath in small mouthfuls, which made me feel like a small fish that was pulled out of the water and struggled weakly.
So there is another possibility of the same goal by different routes? Thinking about this in a daze, then the thinking stopped completely.
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