Desert, Lone Smoke, Sunset, Sand Dust.
These four words formed the scene before Su Ming.
Under the sun hat, a trace of doubt flashed across his slightly immature face.
The young man looked at the empty surroundings and took out a book from his back.
"According to my father's diary, here…"
He scanned his surroundings and finally focused his attention on his feet.
The coordinates recorded in the diary were here.
Before the sun set, the last spot where the sun shone through the clouds was where the wealth was.
Su Ming stared at the sentence three more times before throwing the notebook away.
"You must be kidding me! You're an irresponsible father. You're already dead, and you still want to play with your son?!”
"What do you mean by leaving all your inheritance here? Do you think you're Gale D. Roger?”
"The last point of light shining through the clouds, how can you be sure? Do you think the weather forecast is made by your son?”
He angrily threw out three sentences.
In the end, Su Ming cast a glance at the notebook on the ground. He paused for a moment, then picked it up with some heartache. He reached out and patted the sand off it.
No matter what…this was the last thing his father left in this world.
So what if he was played? Perhaps his father just wanted to tell him not to stay at home all the time and to come out more often.
Yes, that must be the case.
As he comforted himself, Su Ming brought out his phone. He was about to inform the exploration team that came with him to come and pick him up.
At this moment, the sun that had already reached the horizon finally set.
Su Ming, who was on the phone, suddenly felt his vision go black.
The entire world instantly darkened.
It was dark? No…how could the sky turn dark so quickly?
The young man raised his head in surprise, just in time to see the last ray of light in the sky.
The large dark clouds that were not there a moment ago were now indeed shrouding his head.
The next moment, a ray of light shot down through the clouds.
It was right where Su Ming was standing.
“……”
All of this was too unscientific, and the young man could not complain at all.
He could only widen his eyes in surprise, and then he felt his feet slip.
Quicksand?
This thought flashed through his mind, but he had no ability to react at all. His vision went black, and his entire body sank.
It was like playing on a slide in kindergarten.
His entire body glided quickly through a tunnel made of sand.
The most amazing thing was that even when he was gliding at high speed, Su Ming still did not feel any friction. Kali.
It was as if something was protecting him.
Just as this thought appeared in his mind, he felt his fart. He fell to the ground in pain.
"…F * ck!"
He took back his words. This was definitely intentional!
When he let his guard down, he would give him a vicious blow…Why did it feel like it was completely the style of his soulless father?
"Forget it, the dead matter."
Even though he really wanted to curse, Su Ming still swallowed his words in the end.
He stood up and patted his fart. He looked at his own body.
The clothes were fine, the diary was fine, the phone…the phone was broken.
What happened to the iPhone's drop resistance anti-shock properties? Your quality is not even as good as that of a Nobel, bad review!
"How do we go back?" Su Ming turned his head around and looked at the tunnel that had disappeared behind him. He was a little troubled.
If this was his father's plan, then he had really gone overboard. If he was not careful, his son would be trapped here by him.
This was not a joke.
Su Ming cast a slightly worried glance at his surroundings before opening the diary that he had flipped through countless times to see if there were any other hints in it.
Unfortunately, after searching for a few minutes, he could not find any possible information.
There was no other way. It seemed that he could only walk a little deeper.
Taking a deep breath, the young man took a torch from the wall beside him and walked towards the only dark path.
It was completely dark inside, and only the torch lit up the surroundings.
Footsteps sounded in the darkness.
Patter, patter.
Su Ming stopped what he was doing and looked around suspiciously.
No matter how one looked at it, this scene was the prelude to a horror novel.
She was frightened by the sound of her own footsteps. It sounded a little funny.
But really, at a time like this, it wasn't something you could laugh at just because you thought it was funny.
Turning around, the young man patted his chest. Just as he was about to continue moving forward, a question suddenly flashed across his mind.
This place…why was there a torch?
And it was ignited!
Thinking carefully, I'm afraid?
His eyelids twitched, and he cast a glance at the torch in his hand.
The burning flames were a little dazzling.
"…Don't think too much." After a moment of silence, the young man shook his head.
Believe in his father…This was the only way now.
Su Ming quickened his pace and ran out of the tunnel.
The light shone on his body again, and a hall made of sand and stone appeared in front of him.
There were still many unscientific torches around him, but they were no longer a big deal, because Su Ming saw a person standing in the middle of the hall.
" P-Dad?!"
He exclaimed in disbelief. He looked at the familiar figure and walked forward. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it.
However, his finger passed through the other party and touched the stone platform behind him.
Su Ming was stunned.
G-Ghost?
The thought flashed through the young man's mind, and he was shocked.
He saw his father turn around.
It was still that familiar face, expressionless.
He stared at Su Ming for a while.
After a moment of silence…
"Wakaka, as expected, the son of such a genius like me is also such a genius. You actually managed to find me with the things I left behind. Even I was intoxicated by the balls I shot out.”
…" Hey, give me back my nervousness!
Are you an idiot? Father!
The corners of Su Ming's lips twitched.
At this moment, the familiar melody had already sounded around them.
You're my little girl, little apple ~ No matter how much I like you, it's never enough ~
F * ck, this was the promise his father had made when he first heard this song-to make it his background music.
Because of this, his stupid father had once practiced square dancing at home for a month. In the end, he died when he was dancing with a group of aunties outside…Eh, was there something wrong?
Su Ming covered his face. He had a nagging feeling that something was wrong with his memories.
Did his father really die for that reason?
"You finally realized that something is wrong? My son." At this moment, the surrounding music stopped.
A wise smile appeared on his father's face.
Su Ming lifted his head and looked at him. Confusion appeared in his eyes.
"That's right. Wahahaha, my background music has been changed to the Youth Cultivation Manual.”
"Follow my left hand and right hand in slow motion ~ Every move, every move!"
“……”
Father…
Are you a f * cking idiot?
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