The Lost Tomb : Sea Of Sands

Chapter 155: Escape

He had slept for four hours. In a place like this, even a short amount of sleep could save his life. He didn't know whether Black Glasses could carry out the plan perfectly with his current physical strength. But if a man like him didn't even have this amount of willpower, then the result wouldn't be any different even if the plan was thorough.

Japanese manga always seemed to say, "Don't try to care or worry about someone stronger than yourself. Believe in the ability and destiny of others."

Su Wan rubbed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the water below. Suddenly, he thought of something. He pulled out his backpack and compared it with his legs. If it rained heavily, and those people knew that the rain was acidic, they wouldn't be able to stay outdoors.

Corrosive rain was surging into the channel, making it the most dangerous place. But it was also the safest place for those who could move in the corrosive rain.

He put the waterproof backpack on his left foot, thankful that the inside was very dry. He tightly bound it with his belt, and then tied the waterproof bag that had sealed his other articles onto his other foot. He was afraid that the plastic bag would be broken, so Black Glasses's coat was torn into strips and tightly wrapped around his right foot.

The rain before was very corrosive, but it had corroded their very thin, simple tents. His own equipment was very thick, so he believed that he could last for a period of time. But even so, he decided to walk as fast as possible. If he could get away without touching the water, he would definitely go to those places.

Both sides were black and looked cool. He was very satisfied.

He then moved his hands and feet and recited a few words: "When the time permits, never sit and wait for death." He used the charcoal ash to write his whereabouts, and jumped into the channel with a water bag on his back.

The water didn't reach his ankles like he had been expecting. He turned on the flashlight and looked at the direction of the current.

The fear in his heart gradually dissipated, and he felt that his clear judgment of everything had somewhat returned. Was it really clear judgment? He didn't know, but even delusions or self hypnosis would be good for him right now.

He decided to go to wherever the water was flowing down from, telling himself that the greater the water flow, the more rain. This also meant his chances would be greater.

He waded along through the water. The breakdown just now had numbed his spirit somewhat, which meant his actions weren't as affected by his emotions. Soon, he came to a waterfall.

He didn't dare approach it and only looked at it from a distance, because there was a large amount of water, and the spray was everywhere. He could see daylight above, which gave rise to a strong desire for liberation.

There was a protrusion on the edge, so he sat down, took out his exercise book, and looked at it a few times. But he couldn't do it after all. He wanted to go out too much, and couldn't concentrate. He felt that his behavior was a bit too abnormal. Was he trying to suppress his emotions to show that he was still very calm and contemptuous of everything?

Save it! Show it to whom?!

He sat on the edge of the waterfall until the water gradually decreased and revealed a set of stairs. It turned out that the water had just barely covered the whole staircase.

He leaned over and climbed up for about five or six minutes, during which time he had to step like there were hot coals on the ground.

Looking at his exercise books, he took out Wang Houxiong and Fifty-Three, used ropes to tie them to the palms of his hands like flippers, and then used them as cushions so his bare hands wouldn't touch the stairs. He then put on his jacket hood, and quickly climbed up.

The rain outside was still very heavy, and countless raindrops had made numerous small pits in the desert. It was difficult to walk in the wet sand, but he managed to climb up and took a peek first. Everyone was hiding in their tents, and there were several guards under a rain pavilion in the distance. Between the light and the curtain of rain, he couldn't see what the specific situation was like over there.

The tents appeared to have been specially treated and covered with black seaweed-like things.

He didn't see a lot of black bugs, but it wasn't surprising considering his exit wasn't the one provided by Black Glasses.

Su Wan took out his little flower umbrella, threw off the two exercise books, and headed for the outer edge of the camp. His umbrella began to show signs of corrosion, so he hid in a canopy and spread sand on the surface of it to slow the corrosion down.

He stayed far away from these tents, running from dune to dune in the rain, until he finally saw the black tents.

He smiled and walked towards them.

People sometimes don't know whether opportunities exist or not. To anyone in this sand sea, the rain was a disaster and had nothing to do with opportunities. But Su Wan had come this far with everything he had. We can't say who gets the credit, but this opportunity definitely belonged to him alone.

When he went into one of the tents, the people inside looked at him in surprise, so he quickly stated his purpose. He was then taken to Black Glasses, who had just finished getting his wounds treated. The man paused before he started laughing loudly. He was laughing so hard, in fact, that his wounds were about to split open. He didn't know if it was because Su Wan had saved him the trouble, or if he was really happy to see Su Wan free.

"So basically, if I had used your method later, it might have been easier to come out." Black Glasses said after listening to his account.

"No." Su Wan took a sip of hot tea and let the people nearby wipe and apply medicine to the places where he had splashed himself with rain: "I only have one umbrella."

Three days later, Su Wan followed Black Glasses out of the sand sea. When he returned to the city, he felt as if he had never gone to the sand sea. Those memories, which were very obscure and vague, felt like a movie or remnant of a book.

Along the way, Black Glasses asked him several times what he was going to do after returning to the city, but Su Wan couldn't answer. All he would say was that he had to keep studying.

His family knew that he and Li Cu had gone on a trip, but it had all happened so fast and was so dangerous that he didn't foresee that the matter would develop in such a way. He really didn't know what would happen after that, and could only take one step at a time.

Black Glasses' body recovered quickly. Once the modern medicine started working, he was still convincing and reliable, but his weak body seemed to accelerate the deterioration of his eyes. The man didn't show it, but Su Wan still felt from his behavior that he was thinking about the matter deep in his heart.

There was no doubt that he wasn't afraid, but there was definitely some reservations in his heart.

Before he boarded the plane, Black Glasses asked him, "Do you remember the address of the glasses shop I mentioned earlier?"

When Su Wan shook his head, Black Glasses showed him his glasses again and told him to remember, "Come to me when you're free. I want to teach you something."

"Learning those things won't change my fate. I'd rather enroll in an intensive English class instead." Su Wan said.

"Your fate has changed. Come to me before I completely lose my sight. Believe me, if you learn something from me, you won't regret it later."