"How do we get out? The quicksand is about to swallow the car. I told you not to drive in, but you insisted. Now we're both going to die here. Are you satisfied?"
Zhou Xiyu didn't dare to look around.
He turned off the car and then climbed to the back, forcefully pushing open the rear door.
The back of the car was still somewhat open, and less quicksand had come in, so there was still a way out. He quickly called to Qin Youbei, "Come quickly, crawl out."
The wind howled outside, roaring with sand, rustling loudly.
Qin Youbei's body trembled uncontrollably because of fear.
The sandstorm was terrifying, as if it could swallow her at any moment. When she cautiously crawled to the back, tears started flowing.
Zhou Xiyu, beside her, tried to speak as calmly as possible, "Shell, don't be afraid. Nothing will happen. Crawl slowly, don't rush, just crawl out."
