The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 907 - 907 906 The Ancient Country Appears

907: Chapter 906: The Ancient Country Appears 907: Chapter 906: The Ancient Country Appears An uneventful night passed, and early the next morning, Chen Bowen had just opened his phone when he received several messages, almost all concerning the illness in Donghao Town.

“How’s the situation?” Wang Dadong saw Chen Bowen’s brows furrow deeply and asked.

“The situation is grim.

In the three days since we left, ninety-seven more people have died, and another 120-plus patients have experienced total body hardening.

Let’s push forward today and strive to find the Ancient Kingdom of Loulan!” Chen Bowen sighed.

At this point, all they could do was their best and leave the rest to fate.

If they couldn’t break Medusa’s curse this time, even his own old life would end here.

The group set out once more.

Although they had a compass to guide them, their journey was essentially aimless because no one knew the exact location of the Ancient Kingdom of Loulan.

Quickly, the fourth day passed, then the fifth day came and went, still with no trace of the Ancient Kingdom of Loulan.

Meanwhile, their supplies were nearly exhausted—especially water.

Even drinking sparingly, it was estimated they could last only three more days.

When the group had originally set out, it was with the determination to either succeed or perish, so they had brought only about ten days’ worth of supplies.

If they couldn’t break the curse within ten days, everyone except Wang Dadong would turn to stone, and more supplies would be useless.

Moreover, as time passed, everyone began to noticeably feel numbness in their hands and feet—a cruel reminder that their time was running out.

By now, Wang Cong fully believed that he himself had contracted the strange disease, leaving all hope for a cure resting solely on Wang Dadong, making him even more cautious about offending Wang Dadong.

Wang Dadong’s mood grew heavier, realizing that at this rate, even if they found the Ancient Kingdom of Loulan, there would not be enough time to break the curse.

On the sixth day, Wang Cong and several Little Nurses were entirely paralyzed, unable to move.

As for the four Ghost Doctors, they could still barely function, seemingly affected by the curse differently based on the individual.

By the seventh day, one of the Ghost Doctors had fully hardened and could no longer move, while Wang Cong directly turned into a stone statue.

On the eighth day, Chen Bowen and the other three Ghost Doctors had all undergone full-body hardening.

The last words Chen Bowen spoke were, “Young friend, the illness in Donghao Town is now entrusted to you alone.”

Wang Dadong continued onward with the remaining survivors.

By the ninth day, except for the Little Nurse Li Yiyang, all the others—including Leng Ningshuang—had turned to stone.

Li Yiyang was barely able to talk at this point.

Watching the people around him lose mobility, lose the ability to speak, and ultimately turn to stone one by one, Wang Dadong’s heart bled.

The harsh desert environment caused him little trouble, but he felt powerless, unable to vent his pent-up strength.

“Brother, Brother, I love you.

Please, do not forget…

Yangyang…” After uttering those words, Li Yiyang also transformed into a stone statue.

Wang Dadong noticed a pattern: the speed of petrification seemed related to a person’s willpower.

The stronger the willpower, the slower the petrification.

Li Yiyang had been the last to turn to stone, driven by her love for him.

Kneeling on the sandy ground, Wang Dadong held the now fully petrified girl in his arms and screamed mournfully toward the sky.

Even as the Invincible Sage, he appeared utterly powerless against the dreadful curse.

The weather in the desert shifted abruptly.

Just moments ago, the sky had been clear, but now a sandstorm raged, with howling winds moaning and lamenting like cries of sorrow.

This sandstorm was much larger than the one the medical team had encountered before—several times fiercer.

The air was thick with yellow sand, and entire sand dunes were being blown apart.

Staring at the desolate scene, Wang Dadong suddenly felt as though nothing hurts more than a dead heart.

This sentiment wholly consumed him now.

Even if he found the Ancient Kingdom of Loulan, even if he broke Medusa’s curse, the four Ghost Doctors, Li Yiyang, and the group of dear Little Nurses—along with the thousands of patients from Donghao Town—could never be revived.

With everyone already gone, what meaning did all his efforts still hold?

Perhaps everything should be buried under the vast expanse of yellow sand, just like the Ancient Kingdom of Loulan.

“Wang Dadong!

Wang Dadong, is that you?” Suddenly, a familiar voice called from afar.

Though it was hard to hear amidst the raging wind, Wang Dadong still caught it.

He searched through the yellow sand for a long time before finally seeing a figure swaying in the storm—a person carrying a large military bag, seemingly about to be blown away by the ferocious wind.

Overwhelmed with joy, Wang Dadong ran over and embraced Piao Xue tightly.

“Piao Xue!

You’re alive!” Wang Dadong behaved wildly, but his reaction wasn’t unreasonable; everyone who had joined this mission had perished, leaving only Piao Xue.

“Ugh, you scoundrel!” Piao Xue pushed Wang Dadong away fiercely.

“Piao Xue, why are you here?” Despite being scolded, Wang Dadong’s joy didn’t fade.

At least he wasn’t fighting alone anymore.

“I searched for two days at the plane crash site but didn’t find you.

I thought you were dead, so I headed straight to Donghao Town.

When I arrived, I learned you had already departed to search for the Ancient Kingdom of Loulan ruins, so I followed your trail.

Where is everyone else?” Piao Xue asked with a frown.

The joy on Wang Dadong’s face instantly gave way to boundless sadness.

“They…

they’re all dead.”

“Huh?

How?

Weren’t you protecting them?” Piao Xue exclaimed in shock.

“They were all cursed by Medusa and turned to stone…” Wang Dadong pointed to the array of stone statues tied to the backs of camels and recounted what had happened.

“How could this happen…” Piao Xue hadn’t anticipated such an outcome.

As Wang Dadong spoke, tears suddenly flowed.

He felt utterly powerless, as though everything he had done was meaningless.

It was the first time Piao Xue had seen Wang Dadong like this.

In her eyes, Wang Dadong had always been the prototypical rogue—acting on whims, reckless and unrestrained, especially lecherous, falling for every beautiful woman he saw.

And he possessed ultimate skills, seemingly able to resolve any difficult problem as soon as it landed in his hands.

But this time, Wang Dadong cried.

“Men don’t shed tears lightly; only when their hearts are truly broken.”

Piao Xue couldn’t help but pull Wang Dadong into her arms, letting him cry uncontrollably against her shoulder.

The raging wind continued to howl, the endless yellow sands seemingly trying to sweep away everything.

Piao Xue arranged the seven camels to huddle together, forming a circular wall of flesh to shield them from the sandstorm.

Luckily, the eye of the storm was still some distance away from them, sparing them from being buried alive.

Just several kilometers ahead, vast amounts of yellow sand were being blown away.

Sand dunes that had accumulated for who knew how many years were leveled.

Every second, tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of millions of tons of sand were being carried away.

It was clear that once the winds subsided, the surface of the desert ahead would drop by at least thirty to fifty meters.

Of course, other areas would simultaneously rise by dozens of meters.

This was the desert, ever-changing in appearance.

Gigantic dunes one moment could turn to flat plains the next, while original flatlands could become towering sand heaps.

Suddenly, the two of them were stunned by what lay ahead.

With the massive amounts of sand blown away, a dense array of stone pillars slowly emerged.

As the sand was stripped layer by layer by the wind, a grand ancient city brimming with a wild and primitive aura gradually surfaced.