The two worked in perfect harmony, freezing everything within a ten-meter radius around everyone into solid ice blocks in just a few seconds.
The sandworms churning behind him were also frozen into ice sculptures, suspended motionless in mid-air.
Once the quicksand beneath their feet froze solid, Lu Sheng and Xu Yi were the first to pull their legs out of the ice hole. Seeing this, the rest of them also endured the cold and shivered as they crawled out.
"Find Zhao Mujia first." After Lu Sheng finished speaking, he turned around and ran towards the area where the sandworms were most concentrated.
The swarm of insects and quicksand had arrived so suddenly that the group hadn't had time to react and could only flee on instinct. Now that they had regained their senses, they immediately and seamlessly began their search.
With the water gun and snowball launcher provided by the weapons workshop, Xiao Yu and Sun Tiantian worked together with exceptional ease. After searching for about ten meters, they found the barely alive Zhao Mujia.
The yellow sand filled Zhao Mujia's ears and nostrils completely, and it took Xu Yi a long time to finally let him breathe his first breath of air.
"Cough cough." Zhao Mujia's face turned purple from holding it in. "I've even thought about my funeral arrangements..."
Due to oxygen deprivation in his brain, he stood up groggily, staggered a few steps, and finally collapsed into Xu Yi's arms.
After being embraced by Xu Yi, Zhao Mujia blinked her eyes and said, "I suddenly understand those melodramatic TV dramas."
"I was about to die, and when I opened my eyes, all I saw was such an incredibly handsome face. Who wouldn't love that!"
“My family doesn’t understand. I had already planned how to bury his ashes. At the critical moment, Teacher Xu saved my life.”
Xu Yi's smooth jawline tightened slightly, but he released her hand the next second. "You can still talk so much, you should be fine."
Suddenly released, Zhao Mujia, like a wronged woman in her boudoir, leaned on Zhang Xiaojuan's shoulder with a pitiful expression, "Waaah, Teacher Xu is so cold."
"Don't do this worthless thing." Zhang Xiaojuan simply threw out four small clay figures and carried Zhao Mujia like a stretcher. "What are you doing?"
Fortunately, they escaped unharmed. After wiping their sweat, the group prepared to return to the safe zone.
They had only taken a few steps when they saw a group of people suspiciously staring in their direction. Seeing that Lu Sheng and the others were unharmed, the group rushed out excitedly after a while, heading straight for the sand worms frozen solid behind them.
"Damn it, these bastards! Nobody came when we were almost dead, but now that we're safe, they all come running out to steal our stuff!" Zhao Mujia cursed as he was being held up by the little mud figure.
"But are these insects really delicious? I've heard of sandworm jelly, which is supposedly quite delicious."
A group of people rushed over, each carrying shovels, chisels and other tools. They completely ignored Lu Sheng and the others, and went straight to the sandworm ice sculpture, swinging their tools and smashing it violently.
The pieces of worm meat that were chiseled off were stuffed directly into the backpack, and the person picked out the parts with the most meat.
Lu Sheng glanced coldly at the group of greedy ghosts and immediately released the vicious dog rocket, "Go, drive them all away."
After a long wait, the rocket was finally launched, its mouth wide open as it joyfully charged towards the crowd.
Upon seeing the enormous, high-level mutated beast, the group was terrified and scrambled to their feet. However, seeing that Rocket had only threatened them and hadn't actually bitten them, they were all tempted and reluctantly stared at the remaining sandworms.
"Little girl, can we have these bugs?"
A middle-aged man with a round face and triangular eyes asked in broken Mandarin.
"Little Xiba?" Zhao Mujia blurted out.
The middle-aged man's face darkened slightly, but since he needed a favor, he still forced a smile.
Lu Sheng didn't speak, but a young woman with a surgically enhanced face behind the man from the west spoke up coquettishly, "If you're not going to eat these, give them to us?"
"No." Lu Sheng refused without even thinking.
Whether she gives them any or not depends entirely on her mood; she's in a bad mood today. Why should these people eat the sandworms she worked so hard to hunt?
"You don't want any either... don't waste it..." The middle-aged man from Xiba paused for a moment, then smiled ingratiatingly.
Zhang Xiaojuan scoffed, "Who said it's useless? We'll feed it to the dogs."
"This...even a dog couldn't eat this much," the insect-grabbing army said weakly.
Lu Sheng suddenly smiled, "If you want sandworms, that's fine too. Then tell me, which country's Spring Festival is it?"
The West Eight group: "..."
Isn't this just asking a question you already know the answer to, deliberately trying to stir up trouble?
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