My throat was as dry as if it had been repeatedly polished with rough sandpaper, and a burning tingling sensation shot straight down the trachea towards Tianling Gai.
Luo Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped for air.
The dazzling white light hit his eyeballs without any obstruction, forcing him to squint his eyes subconsciously. His eyelids were sore and swollen, and his mind was buzzing, as if there were countless flies circling randomly.
The salty and humid sea breeze blows in your face, carrying the scalding heat and sticking to your skin stickyly, making your whole body feel stuffy.
"Cough... Cough..."
He suddenly turned sideways, clutching his chest and coughing violently. A mouthful of bitter and astringent salty sea water spurted out of his throat, bringing with it the acid water in his stomach. He twisted his eyebrows together in discomfort.
The cold, damp sand filled the gaps between the fingers, and the rough sand rubbed against the skin, mixed with fine shell residues, making the palms of the hands itchy and painful.
It took Luo Zheng half a minute to barely break free from the drowsiness that was on the verge of suffocation.
He did not panic, scream, or look around like ordinary victims. Years of wilderness survival experience were engraved in his bones. Even if his consciousness was still a bit groggy, his body instinctively followed the survival rules.
The first time, calm down.
The second time, check your own situation.
