Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 87: Chapter 84: He Fails, She is in Critical Condition

This information was exactly the same as the identity information he saw during their first meeting, not a single character was different.

Time seemed to have stopped, and blood seemed to have frozen.

“Boss, boss…” Sang Nian, who was after all just a young adult, felt engulfed by a tremendous fear. His goddess, the woman who had lived with them for a week, had suddenly disappeared in those mountains. His heart contracted violently.

When he looked towards their boss again, Sang Nian’s eyes were slightly reddened.

But their boss had turned away, put down his phone, and placed his hands back on the steering wheel. Only now, his fingers were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hands standing out.

Nobody knew what he was thinking at that moment.

In an instant, a violent storm suddenly brought down torrential rain.

The rain crazily smashed against the car windows, and after a roar from the off-road vehicle, it surged forward like a fiercely roaring beast, tearing through the pouring rain with force.

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Time had passed but they did not know how much, as darkness had fallen.

The clear weather of the day had abruptly turned; the sky was dark, and even darker in the distance as if a storm was about to hit. The wind howled, lifting dust and stones, causing the commander’s vehicle to sway slightly, amidst the cries of wolves and wailing ghosts.

A fist-sized stone suddenly came flying with the strong wind and smacked viciously against the car window, instantly spider-webbing it.

“Wuwuwu, what should we do? I’m so scared, are we going to die here…”

A girl around twenty in the car couldn’t help but sob, her face ashen with fear.

Outside, the visibility was extremely low in the gray haziness, and their vehicle was trapped in a pothole, sinking deeper the more they pressed the accelerator.

The expedition team, including the driver and the guide, had only ten people, divided into two vehicles.

The altitude of Bayan Har Mountain was very high, the highest peak reaching five to six thousand meters, and they were situated at an average altitude of five thousand meters.

Wen Xian sat in the back seat by the window, her complexion pale, eyes slightly closed, trying her best to keep her breathing as steady as possible.

A scarf covered most of her face.

Really, it was like seeing a ghost.

Her luck was incredibly bad; first chased by a herd of wild yaks upon arrival, and now, as they were about to leave, trapped in these desolate mountains.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Outside, the wind howled and the storm seemed imminent, while their vehicle unluckily got trapped in a pothole from which they couldn’t climb out.

And a pothole, by definition, is surrounded by slopes with no buffering area in the middle. It’s impossible to climb out using the vehicle’s power; the sand is very soft and overwhelms through gentleness. The more force given to the gas pedal, the deeper the wheels sink.

With this terrifying weather, everyone was at a loss for the time being.

The signal was also affected by the terrible weather, making finding a rescue team difficult.

But as time ticked away, the emotions of the people in the car became increasingly desperate and the atmosphere reached its peak of oppression.

Wen Xian suddenly felt it even more difficult to breathe, her face turning paler, feeling tightness in her chest.

She began to breathe more rapidly, grasping the car door frame with her delicate, white hand clenched tight.

That feeling was terrible, extremely terrible, like a fish floundering on the shore, gulping for air in her lungs.

Damn, she couldn’t possibly have such bad luck as to die here…!

The girl beside her who was sobbing suddenly felt that something was wrong nearby.

When her blurry vision shifted to the tightly wrapped woman next to her, she screamed all of a sudden.

“Ah—!”