He was held in Yan Jiu's arms, who was glaring at him angrily.

I watched quietly as the cycling team leader got on his bike.

Huo Qian'er shook her head: "He still wants to sneak over?"

Everyone has a rebellious streak.

Even if Yan Jiu doesn't appear, the cycling team leader will still complete the last ride of his life.

Yan Jiu's futile reminder was merely an act of respecting his teacher's instructions and upholding humanitarian principles.

Northwest China in December.

The temperature, however, was minus four degrees Celsius.

Layer upon layer of sand waves create the undulating desert, and a whirlwind can whip up the yellow sand. Every creature here is free and unrestrained.

But freedom also implies danger.

A strong wind blew by.

The mountain bike tires kicked up specks of yellow sand as the cycling team leader rode in the opposite direction from the group, gradually moving further away and venturing into a forbidden zone that humans rarely venture into.

A whistle, signaling prohibition, sounded.

"We can't go there!"

"Hey—stop!"

"No passage ahead!"

The cycling team leader ignored the guards at the blockade line.

He evaded warnings and attempts to stop him.

After crossing the blockade, he turned back triumphantly to look at Yan Jiu and the others next to the gas station.

Yan Jiu was wearing a gray-blue windbreaker.

She stood quietly in front of the crowd.

It resembles a majestic, towering mountain.

The sun is setting.

The gas station lights came on.

The white light fell on Yan Jiu, bringing her brightness while also casting a shadow over half of her body.

This made her seem very different from what one might expect, radiating a cold indifference and apathy as she witnessed the insects dying.

But this is different.

The cycling team leader, who was getting further away, could no longer be seen.

Just as the cycling team leader was getting carried away with his success, his live stream chat room, which he had been keeping running, exploded with excitement.

[One word: Awesome!]

Wow, that's exciting!

I have a bad feeling.

Please, don't be reckless! Do you even know who just warned you?!

That's Kugami!!!

【You're going to die!】

The cycling team leader, engrossed in the thrill of breaking the rules, failed to notice his phone on the front of his bike and missed the warning in the comments, thus once again missing his chance to survive.

He opened his arms.

Pursuing freedom.

They gradually ventured deeper into the desert.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The sky darkened.

He didn't think much of it, assuming it was just dark.

When the sandstorm hit.

It was too late for him to care.

Thick sand and dust filled the sky, and strong winds whipped up sand and gravel, including the cycling streamer.

The cycling livestreamer was thrown to the ground.

He pressed down hard on the magic scarf, covering his mouth and nose.

In a place out of his sight, the package on the mountain bike was swept away by the wind.

After the sandstorm subsides.

I've lost track of time.

The cycling team leader lay prone on the ground.

He was buried up to half his body by sand.

He was not happy to have survived; the sand rushed into his respiratory tract, making his throat burn.

Thirsty and desperate, he remembered the half-empty bottle of water he had thrown away, and he regretted it…

·

Inside a tent next to the gas station.

Huo Qian'er grabbed Yan Jiu's clothes and pressed, "Will that person really get into trouble?"

Yan Jiu managed to free the hem of her clothes.

I lay peacefully in my sleeping bag.

As Hosie rambled on.

Yan Jiu crossed her arms behind her head and said, "Just watch his live stream and you'll see."

Huo Qian'er clutched her phone: "I don't dare to look."

She had found the cycling streamer's ID a long time ago.

She was too timid to look, fearing that if she opened it, she would see a tragic scene of the other person being attacked by wild animals.

Huo Qian'er blinked.

She opened Yan Jiu's ID.

It wasn't until an hour ago that she learned Yan Jiu wasn't a "proper" broadcaster at all.

It's a funeral broadcaster!

Huo Qian'er scrolled through the comments under Yan Jiu's account.

Even Satan would call you "brother"!

[It's Jiu Ye! It's Jiu Ye who left a comment on the cycling livestream!]

[Is someone else going to ask for a ride?]

[Yes, the deceased appeared to be in good condition at the grave, with no internal injuries.]

[The soul of a cycling livestreamer: OK, I'm fine!]

[What should I do? After seeing the arrogant and infuriating behavior of this cycling streamer, I feel not only no pain as he's about to break down, but actually a sense of satisfaction. Am I inhuman?]

It's only human nature to remain calm in the face of someone like a cycling streamer; only a saint could do that.

[Master Jiu truly has a detached view of life and death!]

Alas, how perilous and lofty is the God of Nine!

Huo Qian'er: "..."

She looked at Yan Jiu's number of fans.

3085W.

She thought she was seeing things and refreshed the page.

The numbers have indeed changed.

3086W.

Huo Xier's pupils dilated.

How could Yan Jiu be completely unknown?

It's common knowledge!

Keep in mind that Douyin only has 800 million users.

Exclude users who don't want to follow you.

Yan Jiu alone has 1/26.

Huo Qian'er: "..." It's understandable that Chu Sisi is jealous.

Sudden.

A strong wind was blowing.

A roar echoed across the sky.

Huo Xier pulled back the tent flap: "A sandstorm!?"

Yan Jiu closed her eyes: "I can't get here."

Huo Qian'er, who had been filled with fear, was no longer afraid. She now completely believed Yan Jiu's words.

Hosie pulled her head back into the tent.

I just lay down in my sleeping bag.

Huo Qian sat up straight in shock: "Then, then the cycling streamer is really going to die?"

She hurriedly opened the live stream of the cycling streamer, and sure enough, it was completely dark.

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