"Ah... Resting after a busy day is indeed the most comfortable."
Zhuo Qianqian stretched lazily, her raised arms lifting her shirt slightly, revealing a delicate, white and soft waist, exuding an indescribably charming allure.
Wang Fan reached out to adjust her shirt, thinking such a sight should be for him alone, not for others.
"We have nothing to do this afternoon, how about visiting Fla Mountain?"
Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan with shock: "Boss, are you okay? Do you know what the temperature is today? It’s 41 degrees! And you want to go to Fla Mountain? The temperature there is higher than here."
Wang Fan chuckled: "I feel like I’ve got a bit of dampness lately, thought I’d go and sweat it out."
Zhuo Qianqian sighed: "Endless detox, endless dampness removal, endless energy replenishnt, endless fire control, truly living up to our Huaxia nation’s lifelong health regin!"
"Are we going or not?"
"We’re going, of course, since you’ve already said so!"
The two of them set off imdiately, taking just over half an hour to get there and back in ti to cook dinner.
They inford the person in charge before setting off in their RV.
After a speedy drive, they could see from afar a place enclosed with a fence, with the three bright red characters "Fla Mountain" exceptionally striking.
They drove straight into the parking lot, where a giant plantain fan stood, with a thermoter clearly showing that the air temperature here today had reached 46 degrees Celsius.
Wang Fan scrutinized the surroundings through the car window, appreciating a unique desolate beauty.
"Pfft hahaha..."
At this mont, he heard Zhuo Qianqian next to him laughing uncontrollably, her whole shoulders shaking.
"What are you laughing at?"
Curious, Wang Fan walked over and followed her gaze, unable to suppress his own laughter.
He wasn’t professionally trained, so his sense of humor wasn’t too high, and that person was just too funny.
Not far from their RV, a person had just gotten out of a car wearing black flip-flops, dressed modestly with not much skin exposed.
His outfit wasn’t what made the two laugh so hard; it was mainly that as soon as the guy got out of the car and walked a few steps, his flip-flops lted...
They really lted!
The original black rubber soles started to stretch as soon as they touched the asphalt road after just a few steps!
When he applied force, the entire sole of the flip-flop stuck to the asphalt road!
"Wow, how hot must the ground be."
Having just managed to stop laughing, Wang Fan couldn’t help but exclaim.
In such a short ti, he’d already seen several people’s soles left on the asphalt road.
Zhuo Qianqian wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and said: "The ground temperature is at least 70 degrees Celsius now; regular rubber soles will definitely lt."
"70 degrees Celsius?"
Wang Fan repeated in astonishnt.
Zhuo Qianqian shrugged: "This is just the start. The highest ground temperature here has reached 89 degrees."
"Wow, isn’t this just like an air fryer?"
Despite the heat, the parking lot was still crowded: "Such a hot day and yet so many people."
Zhuo Qianqian rolled her eyes: "Aren’t they thinking the sa as you?"
Wang Fan chuckled: "Co on, let’s change clothes. I’m really looking forward to that sand bath."
Most of their clothes were in the RV, suitable for various seasons, showcasing the benefits of having ample space.
Sun hats, face covers, and large sunglasses were essentials.
As soon as Wang Fan got out of the car, he felt a scorching wind; even though it was also Turpan, the wind here was a few degrees hotter than where they ca from.
Glancing around, he could sense the grandeur of this place.
This mysterious and majestic mountain range sprawled across the land like a burning dragon. Fla Mountain’s body was vividly red, as if scorched by intense fire.
The blazing sun seed right overhead, its light reflecting off the red rocks. The mountain was covered with crisscrossing grooves and folds, marks left by ti, silently telling its ancient story.
They walked forward, feeling the rolling heat waves beneath their feet even with professional hiking shoes on. Entering the scenic area, they saw many sculptures, including those of the Journey to the West’s four characters, intricately crafted, indicating the scenic area spared no expense.
What impressed Wang Fan most was a large Golden Cudgel, also equipped with a thermoter for asuring ground temperature.
The thermoter’s reading was prominently at 81 degrees Celsius, explaining why shoe soles lted so quickly.
Wang Fan had a clear goal and was pressed for ti, so he didn’t linger in the scenic area, directly heading to the back.
There were vast stretches of sand behind, with the mountain’s unique position and shape providing shade from the scorching sun.
What surprised Wang Fan was that even in the scorching heat, many people were buried in the sand!
Each person was wrapped in sand with only their head exposed, occasionally looking around.
A staff mber approached and led the two to a relatively empty spot, where they shed their extra clothes and lay in a pit as staff covered them with sand.
"Dig a pit, bury so earth, and count 12345..."
As Zhuo Qianqian was being buried, she provided so sound effects, which surprisingly fit the atmosphere.
The sand, always in the shade, wasn’t too hot, but with an air temperature of 46 degrees, it wasn’t exactly cool either. Wang Fan had never taken such a hot bath or soaked in such a warm sauna.
The hot sand wrapped around him, causing slight stinging. But over ti, Wang Fan gradually got used to the temperature, though sweat kept pouring out, turning his face red.
When a mountain breeze blew by, it brought a hint of coolness, making him marvel at nature’s wonders.
So people who arrived early were already buried for a while. When they’d had enough, many sat up from the sandpit.
Once they sat up, it was clear who had more dampness. A rather fit person erged relatively dry, shaking and patting the sand off easily.
Others were more extre, with sand sticking to them, having absorbed moisture. Whether they relieved dampness or not, they definitely sweated a lot.
Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian couldn’t help but stare at a short, slightly chubby guy.
It’s not discrimination; the guy was just impressive. When he stood up, the sand wrapped him like a terracotta warrior.
When he brushed his hand, the sand ca off in chunks.
Wang Fan couldn’t help but remark: "This isn’t just removing dampness, it’s shedding a layer..."
Zhuo Qianqian comnted: "Isn’t this like South-to-North Water Transfer?"
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