The Lost Tomb : Sea Of Sands

Chapter 87: Screwed

Yang Hao and Li Cu lifted their guns up and pointed them straight at the white snake's face. It was pointless to flare its neck to make a threatening gesture when facing humans, but it sure made a convenient target.

But no one expected a face to be revealed after the huge snake's neck flared open.

The face was formed by discolored scales, with a few protrusions forming the frontal bone, nose, and other shapes.

What devastated Li Cu the most was that this face actually looked very familiar. But because of the dim light and tense atmosphere, he couldn't immediately remember whose face it was, although he was sure that he had seen it before.

The white snake hung down from the ceiling and didn't immediately attack even though it maintained its threatening stance. The two sides remained in a deadlock, but while Li Cu was a bit distracted, the white snake's throat quivered, and it began to make noises.

The sound was very unpleasant. First, it made a continuous call similar to that of a chicken, but the frequency was a bit wrong. Li Cu listened with a pale face and realized that the snake was actually imitating the gunfire it had just heard.

After the white snake made a few more of those sounds, its throat once again gave a strange quiver, and it let out a sound that shocked everyone.

It said a sentence.

"If we dig any further, we won't have a chance to go back."

Li Cu was stunned and thought, Lady, it's a little late for you to regret it now.

Then the white snake added, "Why do all of us see something different?"

Li Cu grinned and saw that the face on the white snake's neck began to change into another face that was a bit like Wu Xie's, but was obviously much older. Then, the white snake turned into a woman's face.

Li Cu looked into the white snake's eyes and suddenly realized that it was testing and observing them. These snakes could mimic human faces, as well as speech.

Sure enough, the white snake's neck slowly formed a fuzzy face, which became clearer and clearer, and finally became Li Cu.

Li Cu immediately covered his face with his hand. He didn't know what the snake's intention was, but he was very reluctant to be imitated by it.

The white snake's neck slowly furled, it no longer held an attacking stance, and then it slowly retracted back into the ceiling, disappearing into the darkness.

As Li Cu stood on soft legs, he looked at Yang Hao and found that he had his eyes closed.

There was no change in the surrounding vines, and Li Cu's mind was blank, the fatigue and high tension nearly making him faint. But he gritted his teeth and held on, knowing that this was definitely not the place to rest.

He adjusted his breathing and slowly calmed his racing heart, allowing the blood that had just rushed to his head to slowly pump back to the rest of his body. When he opened his eyes again, he felt much better.

He picked up the napkin that was soaked in sweat, and was just about to continue when, "didididididi" Su Wan's watch rang out.

Li Cu immediately stopped, turned around, and scolded: "Su Wan, are you fucking kidding me?!"

A claw instantly grabbed Li Cu by the ankle and dragged him into the circle of vines. Then, countless vines coiled around him, wrapped him up firmly, and dragged him into the sand, instantly pulling him underneath.

Li Cu held his breath, powerless to fight back as he experienced that familiar feeling of sinking into the sand. He thought he would never have to experience it again in his lifetime, but it had already happened again less than half a year later. But this time he had experience.

The trick was to hold your breath hard and press your head down, making it difficult for the sand to enter your nostrils.

The weight of the sand was pressing down on him, and he felt that he still had breath in his chest and could hold on for a while. But the pressure was getting stronger and stronger, and he could no longer hold his breath. He ended up letting it out.

It wasn't so easy to drag prey down into the sand. The claws dragged him down for three or four meters and then stopped, but those three or four meters were deep enough to hold Li Cu. Most of the vines let him go and then quickly hid in the sand.

Li Cu desperately slid his arms, trying to climb up and out of the sand as soon as possible, but he found himself trapped and unable to move. He realized that the vine didn't grow a sudden conscience and let him go, but wanted him to suffocate in the sand instead.

When people insert bamboo poles into sand piles, the initial layer of sand is very soft, but it becomes harder the more you try to insert it. This is because the bamboo pole is subjected to more friction, while the sand is subjected to greater pressure.

Li Cu's body was buried under the sand dune. Even though there was so much resistance that the sand around him no longer moved, and was stuck to his limbs like plaster, he still put up a fierce struggle.

He swung his head and pressed his chin hard against his neck so that his nose had a small space to take another breath right before he suffocated.

This breath was an immense help, and he was actually able to breathe for two or three minutes while he forced himself to calm down. If he needed a minute to take action at this time, then it was absolutely worthwhile to spend the remaining two minutes thinking. Once he thought about it, he realized that sand really wasn't that similar to water. There were no gaps in water, but there was a lot of air in the sand. Now he only needed to act like a bamboo pole and clear a small space around his nose so that he could calmly take a few breaths, hold on for ten to fifteen minutes while he regained his strength, and then try to continue to climb out.

But his hands were absolutely immobile, and the amount of oxygen needed to move his hands to his face would directly cause him to suffocate. Now, he could only achieve this effect using minimal physical strength.

So Li Cu carefully began to move his nose, the feeling of suffocation not far behind. He moved, squeezed the sand in front of him, slowly increased the space under his nose, and took another breath, feeling much better. He was just about to take a second breath when the sand in front of him collapsed, and he inhaled a mouthful of sand directly into his lungs. He started coughing violently and knew he was dead.

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Let's go back in time to when Wu Xie— dressed in a black canvas poncho— was standing on the sand dunes, quietly watching as Li Cu and the others covered themselves with the tent and went in search of Parting in Sorrow.

The sand dune collapsed, and several people rolled in and disappeared.

Wang Meng said from behind him, "Boss, don't you think this is a bit risky?"

"After I came back from Tibet, I seldom get the wrong person." Wu Xie said. He turned to Black Glasses, who was some distance away from him, and said, "Stay here, please."

Black Glasses nodded, holding his umbrella in one hand and putting the other in his pocket, "You've really changed a lot."

Wu Xie ignored him, not in the mood to pay attention to such things. After a long time, he had learned the truth of only looking at the results.

"Are you really not a Zhang?" Wu Xie finally asked Black Glasses.

Black Glasses touched his chest. "Anyone who's surnamed Zhang won't feel hurt. I will, no matter what happens to me."

"Ah, then I'm even worse than you now." Wu Xie said. He waved, and Wang Meng followed him down the dune.

Black Glasses shouted, "Don't get yourself killed, or I won't be able to explain it."

Wu Xie paid him no mind as the rain began to lighten. He ripped off his hair, revealed his shaved head, and put on glasses. Lama's clothes could be seen inside his poncho.