William and Tim Arrived

Valentina was trapped in quicksand, which quickly rose to her knees. She took a deep breath, calling out into the dark night sky with her last strength, "William! Quicksand!" "Sweetheart, grab onto this." The sound of machinery rang out, and a long mechanical arm extended out to her. She grabbed it at once. The quicksand clung tightly to her legs, but she was battle-hardened and stayed collected. Enduring agonizing pain throughout her body, she slowly tilted forward, leaning against the sand. With the help of the mechanical arm and her small knife, she began to pull herself out slowly. The quicksand was like an octopus at the bottom of the sea, firmly entangling its prey with its tentacles until the prey exhausted its last ounce of energy, at which point it would consume it. At this moment, Valentina was the prey trapped in a cage. Regardless of whether she lost focus or ran out of energy, death was inevitable. In the desert, the most terrifying things were sandstorms and quicksand. Bo