Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

As soon as Su Ming finished speaking, the entire cave seemed to have been violently struck by a giant beast!

A strong gust of air rushed in from the crack, carrying fine sand particles that stung everyone's faces.

"Storm? What storm?" Gu Changfeng subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, his voice trembling.

"It's Black Storm," Su Ming said calmly.

Zhao Gang's expression changed: "Then we..."

"So we have to get out of here before it fully erupts." Su Ming interrupted him, turning to walk towards the revolving stone door. "Let's go."

The others quickly followed.

This time, Su Ming didn't use an axe to pry open the door. Instead, he walked directly to an inconspicuous groove by the door, took out a copper wire from his backpack, bent it at a specific angle, and inserted it.

"Click".

With a soft sound, the massive stone gate began to rotate on its own.

Zhao Gang was dumbfounded: "This...this door can be opened like this?"

Damn it, so all that effort I put in just now was for nothing?

"All mechanisms have emergency unlocking mechanisms, otherwise what if the designer gets locked inside?" Su Ming complained without turning his head, and rushed out of the stone gate first.

"Hurry up, the storm won't wait."

The group rushed out of the stone gate and were greeted by a dark yellow canopy.

The sky had completely changed; the sun was obscured by thick sand and dust, leaving only a dim yellow hue between heaven and earth.

On the distant horizon, a yellow "wall" hundreds of meters high was relentlessly crushing towards them.

That's not a city wall.

That was the vanguard of the sandstorm, a wall of death that was constantly closing in!

"Damn it..." Zhao Gang swallowed desperately, "How...how can this thing escape?"

"I won't run."

Su Ming threw his backpack in front of him, squatted down, and started taking things out one by one.

Jute rope, bamboo strips, several pieces of waterproof cloth, and a roll of nylon rope that I don't know where it came from.

Gu Weiguang stared at the pile of junk, his mind still a little foggy: "You... what are you going to do?"

"Make a sand sled," Su Ming said, his hands moving with astonishing speed.

He first built a triangular frame with bamboo strips, fixed it with hemp rope, then stretched a waterproof cloth on it, and finally made a simple pull ring at the front end with nylon rope.

The whole process took less than five minutes.

And so, an incredibly rudimentary "vehicle" appeared.

"This...this can be used?" Gu Changfeng's tone was full of doubt.

"Whether it works or not, we'll find out by trying it."

Su Ming clapped his hands and pointed at the sand sled: "Dr. Gu, you and your dad go up first, hold on tight to the rope and don't let go."

Gu Weiguang hesitated for a second, but still pulled his father to sit down.

Su Ming then had Zhao Gang and two bodyguards build two sand sleds in the same way.

Just as the last sand sled was finished, the ground began to shake violently.

The yellow city wall was already close at hand, and the strong wind made it almost impossible for people to stand.

"Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

Behind him, the butcher's roar echoed from the cave, his voice filled with the satisfaction of impending revenge.

Su Ming glanced back and smiled disdainfully.

"Chase?"

He grabbed the rope of Gu Weiguang's sand sled and shouted to Zhao Gang, "Hold on tight!"

After saying that, he suddenly dragged the sand sled and rushed towards the sand dune slope.

At first, the sand sled had great difficulty sliding on the soft sand, with enormous resistance.

But when Su Ming dragged the sand sled to the top of a sand dune about ten meters high, the situation changed.

The leading airflow of the black storm swept in from behind, and the violent wind filled the waterproof tarpaulin on the sand sled.

"Whoosh!"

The entire sand sled was suddenly propelled by the strong wind, accelerating instantly and speeding down the sand dune slope!

"ah--!"

Gu Weiguang screamed in fright, instinctively gripping the rope tightly, feeling as if her soul had been left behind.

The wind howled in my ears, and sand grains hit my face like bullets. All I could see was the rapidly receding yellow sea of ​​sand!

This scene was witnessed by the butcher who had just rushed out of the hole.

The ferocious pleasure on his face froze, then turned into an absurd rage.

The butcher's eyes instantly turned bloodshot; he could hardly believe his eyes.

What did he see?

Those few pieces of junk that he considered no different from trash have now transformed into surfboards, riding the death storm and speeding across the desert!

Is this even scientific?!

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

The butcher roared, his composure completely shattered. Under his furious gaze, Zhao Gang and his bodyguards gritted their teeth and dragged the remaining sand sleds up the dune. The next second, their sleds were propelled by the gale, launched into the air, and they joined the frantic escape across the sand.

A few rudimentary sand sleds, now like top-of-the-line racing cars, were drifting wildly through the sea of ​​sand, aided by the power of the natural disaster!

Through the swirling sand, Gu Weiguang was horrified to see that Su Ming was standing steadily on the side of the sand sled, with one foot firmly planted on a bamboo strip.

He looked relaxed, not like he was running for his life, but rather like he was enjoying this extreme sport.

Only one thought remained in her mind.

This is not scientific...

But that's so Su Ming!

Another thought immediately popped into my head:

Is this something a human would do?