YM778.TV Chapter 110 - 107: What do you mean impossible?
The fatty rubbed his face, and his fingernail accidentally burst a blister on his forehead, causing a searing pain once again.
Clear, whitish fluid flowed down, directly mixing with the sweat and seeping into his eyes.
The fatty quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe it off, but the car suddenly veered to one side, startling everyone.
Fortunately, the fatty quickly steered the wheel back, steadying the jeep once again.
“Maybe I should drive?” the tall guy looked a bit panicked and nudged the fatty’s shoulder.
“Let’s switch after we get to the area up ahead; it’s easy to get stuck if we stop here,” Du Chuan also began to worry.
“Alright, we’ll look for a flat area to switch,” the fatty nodded repeatedly.
The sand in the Qaidam Desert was too loose, creating a lot of resistance against the vehicle’s tires.
Stopping carelessly could likely cause the vehicle to sink, leading to undesirable outcomes such as the engine stalling.
The fatty, who had been driving in the desert for most of the day, had also gathered some experience.
It felt as if the steering wheel had become much heavier, difficult to turn, like an old machine that had run out of lubricating oil.
Perhaps it was because he was too tired and had no strength left.
That’s what the fatty thought with a heavy head.
What nobody noticed was that, accompanying the gradual drop in temperature, a teeth-gritting metallic deformation sound was quietly occurring in an unknown place.
Faint black smoke was drifting out from around the radiator, and the fresh green drops that seeped out didn’t even get a chance to fall before quickly evaporating into the air.
An hour later, Bi Fang slowly approached the darker seas of sand.
The increasingly sinking sun cast all the colors in a gloomy shade, and nobody could tefl the difference between this part of the desert and the previous one, not even Bi Fang himself.
But Bi Fang was not panicked at all; as he slowed down his pace, he finally started to talk.
Since he had been silent before, there were now only about eighty thousand people in the livestream, with many having temporarily left the stream.
And just when everyone thought Bi Fang was about to share some more survival tips, to everyone’s surprise, the content he elaborated on this time was very similar to what he had started with.
And his tone lacked any fluctuations, calm as if he was an outstanding student reciting a text.
The Qaidam Desert, officially called the Qaidam Basin Desert, ranks fifth among the eight major deserts in China and covers an area of 34,900 square kilometers. The Qaidam Desert is located in the hinterlands of the vast inland Qaidam Basin in the northeastern part of the Tibetan Plateau. Standing at an elevation of 2,500 to 3,000 meters, it is the highest desert in China.”
[Looks like Master Fang is getting confused; hasn’t he already talked about this before?]
[Is Old Fang running out of stories? Before, while traveling, he used to talk so much more—almost like a chatty host. ]
[Probably too tired to talk, look, the others aren’t jumping around anymore. ] [A piece of trivia: The energy expended when a person speaks is very minimal, such that even if you talked continuously without stopping for a year, you wouldn’t release enough energy to boil a cup of water. ]
[This is the desert, have you not considered the moisture lost from speaking? ] [The energy expenditure from talking is already small, nitpicker (pus-filled soybean). ]
[Damn it! I’m talking about the loss of water, who’s arguing energy with you? ] The quarrel among the Shuiyou did not affect Bi Fang, who crossed a sand dune and continued.
“The Qaidam Desert, with its interlacing sand dunes, Gobi, salt lakes, and saline plains, has a desert and wind-eroded surface area of 35,000 square kilometers, where moving sands account for approximately 70%, mainly composed of crescent-shaped dune chains. However, the moving sands here are not the same as the moving sands I am about to talk about.”
“What I am going to discuss is nature’s most ingeniously designed mechanism, which could be hidden on riverbanks, coastal regions, or even in a neighbor’s ’ backyard, and could turn a large area of soil into a semi-fluid state due to the arrival of an earthquake.”
In 1692, Port Royal in Jamaica experienced soil liquefaction caused by an earthquake that turned the ground into quicksand, resulting in the disappearance of one-third of the city and the deaths of two thousand people.” Hearing about one-third of a city disappearing made everyone’s eyelids twitch.
That sounded too exaggerated—one-third of a city?
How could that be possible?
Following closely behind Bi Fang, Du Chuan heard, and a buzzing rose in his head, suddenly filled with an ominous premonition that “something bad is about to happen.”
He glanced at the pale-faced fatty, whose ghastly white face no longer resembled that of a living person, and, startled, suddenly shouted,
“Stop right now!”
The fatty, jolted by the shout, felt his heart contract violently, and the intense pressure made it impossible for him to hold back anymore…
“Ugh!”
The vomit, reeking of a foul stench, came hurtling towards Pan Wei, who instinctively closed his eyes, only to taste bitterness in his mouth. Realizing what was happening, he immediately felt his stomach convulse.
The strong sensation of nausea surged up, and Pan Wei, already feeling unwell, began to vomit as well.
The entire cabin was instantly filled with the stench of vomit, the tall man’s lips turning pale, feeling equally nauseated.
The online friends in the live broadcast were all stunned, having never witnessed such a gross live stream before.
Witnessing this scene, Du Chuan suddenly felt a fear arise, his temples throbbing madly, as if centipedes were crawling across his forehead.
The sudden sense of crisis exploded like a fiery phoenix in Du Chuan’s mind, violently colliding as if to burst his skull open!
Once again, he thought of that eye contact.
A spear-like vicious aura rushed at him, the unsecured gun once again pressed against his forehead.
A massive fear, as deep as an abyss, struck him.
The next moment, Du Chuan lunged forward, pressing down on the vomiting fatty, trying to turn the steering wheel.
It was too late!
The Jeep, with the accelerator floored by the fatty, sped up, crossing over the sand dune!
“This is a black hole hell, swallowing up all life that steps onto this land.”
Bi Fang turned around; the quicksand made his body slowly sink as he watched the Jeep surge over the sand dune, his tone still as unhurried as ever.
“Welcome, to hell.”
Boom!
The towering sand dune collapsed in an instant, thousands of tons of sand poured down, lifting the Jeep like a tsunami, carrying it into the basin surrounded by sand dunes.
All the viewers were shocked by this sudden turn of events, and for a moment, the live stream was devoid of any comments!
Du Chuan and the tall man were the first to open the car doors in an attempt to escape but fell into the sand with one step.
Pan Wei and the fatty also opened their doors, trying to struggle and flee, but they sank like stones in mud, utterly ineffective.
Quicksand!
The immense fear seized the hearts of Du Chuan and his companions, their faces drained of blood, frantically trying to escape but invariably sinking deeper. Soon, the sand had risen above their waists!
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” the tall man slapped the fatty, only to find no response.
The fatty had actually fainted!
As the weather cooled down, it was precisely the time for the sand to release heat, scorching everyone like grains of fire, causing the already nearly exhausted fatty to lose consciousness instantly!
How could this be?
Du Chuan couldn’t understand why Bi Fang would lead them to quicksand, was he not afraid of dying-
just as Du Chuan felt that Bi Fang wanted to drag them to their deaths and turned to scold him furiously, his pupils shrank to the size of needle points the moment he saw Bi Fang.
“How is this possible!”
Anger surged in Du Chuan’s chest, almost bursting from his throat.
Bi Fang braced himself with his hands, shakily stood up, and leisurely patted himself off.. With a puzzled expression, he said, “Hm? What did you say? Impossible?”