However, Tao Yuan was a step too late after all.

Although the fingertips were on the doctor's body, they could withstand the centrifugal force of such a high-speed rotation.

With a "slap", the doctor flipped down the doorway and folded his head.

Even Tao Yuan fell backwards and shot out along the door at the other end.

Tao Yuan saw that under the seven-colored mist, there were craggy and strange rocks everywhere, even with a parachute, this distance would be nine deaths.

He had found bodies of people who had fallen down there before, and the parachutes and equipment they were using were almost identical to those of them, but they all fell to their deaths without exception.

Tao Yuan gritted his teeth, endured his nausea, and reached out to his side to find the parachute line, ready to open the parachute.

"Hula!"

He was in shape, and the parachute was fully extended, slowing down the descent.

At this moment, he found that the seven-colored mist under his feet was getting thicker and thicker, so thick that he could no longer see the outline of the pyramid, and he seemed to be wrapped in a seven-colored whirlpool, drifting with the tide.

The Doctor was worse off than he was, clutching his most important measuring instrument, his body swaying from side to side like a fly in a tornado.

Within a few seconds, the doctor had no idea where he was being swept by the whirlpool, completely beyond Tao Yuan's sight.

Another few seconds passed, and Tao Yuan began to wonder.

"It should have landed early, why are you still floating in the air?"

When he opened the parachute, he was only about 200 meters above the ground, and now it was almost a minute later, and he was still in the air, which was almost impossible.

But the weird situation continued, a minute, two minutes...... Five minutes......

This nightmarish endless fall still did not stop, Tao Yuan had completely lost consciousness under the high-speed continuous rotation, and I don't know how long it took, the seven-colored fog he was deep in suddenly dissipated, revealing the world under his feet, an endless emerald blue.

It was an ocean of unbridled purity.

However, Tao Yuan did not appreciate this beautiful scenery, because at this moment, he was foaming at the mouth and had completely fainted.

"Poof!"

With a dull sound of water, Tao Yuan fell into the seawater, setting off a ripple.

A white beach where the sky meets the water.

"Humph!"

Tao Yuan, who was awakened by the cold water, endured the sharp pain in his brain, gritted his teeth and straightened his body.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the world clearly, and all he could hear was the roar of a train.

The impact with the sea water just now caused a brief blunt trauma to his nerves.

Tao Yuan fumbled, used the knife between his fingers to cut open the parachute that was still tied to his body, and let it go with the flow.

Then grope the reef with his hands and slowly drag himself towards the shore.

Occasionally, sharp rocks cut through his windbreaker, slashing half of his windbreaker and leaving countless scars on his body.

When the wound encountered seawater, it suddenly hurt hotly in his heart, making Tao Yuan can't help but snort.

Finally, Tao Yuan's hand touched the delicate grains of sand, which was evidence that he had reached the shore.

Narrowly escaped death, he let his body lie on the beach, trying to control his breathing, regain his strength, and feel the injuries in his body at the same time.

"No fractures, no internal injuries, thankfully!"

"The water is salty, am I swept away by the whirlpool to the sea?"

As he thought, the roar in his ears began to diminish and the blur in front of him began to become clearer.

"Help, oh my God, who's going to help me!"

"My leg, my leg must be broken, God, I can't move!"

"We are in the heavens, loving our God! You are the true God who created all things in the universe! Thank you for your power and love...... Bless me ......"

“......”

It was a myriad of heart-rending screams and desperate prayers.

Tao Yuan looked at the white sand beach in front of him, which should have been a warm scenery, but at this moment, it was an absolute purgatory on earth.

Countless corpses floated along with the waves, some pushed onto the beach, others turned around and didn't know where they were going.

The living were in rags, and they had crawled all the way up, cut by the reefs.

Everyone had blood on their bodies, everyone had tears in their eyes, the difference was only that some people were shouting, while others were absolutely silent.

The moment Tao Yuan's eyes could see clearly, the whole person was stunned, because the beach in front of him was too familiar.

It is not a large silver beach, the coastline is only 200 meters long, and the deep jungle is dozens of meters away.

He didn't need to look closely to determine that this was the place where he had been killed on Flight 1573.

The people in front of him were so familiar, and he was sure that he was in the aftermath of a plane crash.

This made him hurriedly roll up the sleeve of his left arm, and when he saw the scar that had grown, he was slightly relieved.

Otherwise, at this moment he even doubted that he had returned to the day of his death in 1573. But then I thought about it, it is definitely not strange that there is a plane crash here, as long as the passing planes are catching up with the mouth of the abyss, there will inevitably be such a result.

"The scar is still there, it's not a crossing, phew!"

It was overcast and the air pressure was so low that it was uncomfortable, and it was clear that a storm was coming soon.

However, Tao Yuan was not worried, because he knew that there was a stone cave not far away.

He stood up and was about to walk to the dry spot on the shore to smoke a cigarette, after all, he had 200 high-end handmade cigars in his backpack.

But as soon as Tao Yuan walked out of the shallow water, someone behind him patted him on the shoulder, and an extremely familiar voice sounded in his ears, and the voice was full of joy even in such a dangerous situation:

"Hey, it's going to rain, we need to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain, it's not warm here. ”

Tao Yuan was so startled by this sound that the cigar in his hand almost fell into the sea.

He turned his head sharply and saw a familiar figure, holding a child in his hand.

Ronnie and Rose!

Tao Yuan opened his mouth and just called out his name.

Robert spoke first:

"It's still calm here, and it seems like we're the only two of us who can walk, and we're both going to have to find shelter from the wind and rain, it's so cold here that people will die in the rain. ”

As he spoke, the big and small people winked vigorously at Tao Yuan. Needless to say, Robert must have been swept here by the seven-colored vortex at the top of the pyramid, and was among a group of victims like himself.

Tao Yuan understood what Robert meant just by relying on this familiar conversation.

"He wants me to join him in disguise as the same victims as these people, the victims of a flight, but why is that necessary?"

Seeing Tao Yuan stunned with a puzzled expression, Xiao Rose raised her little hand in front of her belly and pointed to the sea, which was where the plane in distress was.

Tao Yuan looked in the direction and saw that in the shallow sea at low tide, a huge broken plane was emitting billowing black smoke.

Just by looking at this glance, Tao Yuan's pupils couldn't help but contract suddenly, it was an extremely shocked look, and even his body shook at this moment.

"It's... It's impossible!"