Through the front windshield, Sang Ning could feel the destructive power of the sandstorm. The front of the car seemed to be lifted upward, so she clutched the handle tightly.
Suddenly, a chunk of sand from an unknown direction flew in and slammed against the car door. Under the force of the gale, the SUV spun in place violently. Sang Ning's head smashed hard against the window glass, and visibility dropped to zero.
Sang Ning saw stars from the blow. Closing her eyes, she tried to joke through the bitterness with a helpless tone: "Looks like the three of us really might take this road trip to the afterlife together."
"Sangsang, don't talk nonsense. I won't let anything happen to you." Li Juezhou wasn't faring much better himself. The sudden and violent inertia caused his chest to slam heavily against the steering wheel. The pain surged through him, leaving him no time for recovery. He fought to straighten up and gripped the steering wheel firmly once again.
