They continued walking.
Sun Wuji suddenly jumped up and shouted:
"Something's inside my pants leg!! Help!"
Everyone was startled.
Basha quickly came over and skillfully patted the hem of his trousers.
A thin, yellowish-brown snake darted away.
"It's alright, it's alright."
Basha smiled and reassured him, "It's a sand snake, it's not poisonous, it's more afraid than you are."
Sun Wuji, still shaken, patted his chest:
"I was so scared! I thought the 50 million I was about to get was going to slip away!"
After walking for quite a while, Basha finally announced a break.
Everyone pitched in and started setting up makeshift tents for shade.
Everyone had just taken out their food and hadn't even taken a couple of bites.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in, and yellow sand lashed at us!
"oops!"
"My sandwich!"
"Ptooey! Ptooey! My mouth is full of sand!"
In chaos.
Yan Ning's backpack, which she had placed aside, was caught in the wind and rolled toward the other side of the sand dune.
"My bag!" She got up and chased after it.
The sand and dust stung her eyes, and she staggered after them for a long way before finally managing to grab her backpack.
She stood up, holding her bag, and brushed the sand off her head.
When he looked around, his smile froze instantly.
All I could see was behind me.
Only rows of almost identical sand dunes stretch to the horizon.
The wind howled, and the noise and laughter from before vanished without a trace.
She hurriedly pulled out her phone—
The top left corner of the screen prominently displays "No Service".
The sun was scorching, and every grain of sand reflected the burning light.
She stood alone in the middle of the boundless sea of sand.
My throat felt dry, and I started to panic.
Is anyone there?
She tried to shout, but her voice was quickly carried away by the wind.
She gritted her teeth and struggled to climb a high sand dune, hoping to catch a glimpse of the team.
However, there was nothing there.
Exhaustion, sun exposure, and dehydration made her dizzy and unsteady on her feet.
She collapsed helplessly onto the scorching sand.
Consciousness began to fade...
Could it be...?
Just as her eyelids were about to close.
A frantic voice, piercing the howling wind, came through clearly:
"Yan Ning—!"
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