Qiankun World

The seventh dawn after the end of the world. Outside the abandoned monitoring station on the western edge of the base city, rubble is strewn and the iron grid collapsed. My name is Li Geqi, and I am the base city's peripheral patrol officer. I am responsible for inspecting border damage and reporting abnormalities. His black clothes were stained with dust, and the patrol number on his left shoulder was worn white. He is in his early twenties, tall and tall, with a stern face and sharp eyes. At this moment, he was squatting under a collapsed metal observation tower, holding the damaged communicator in his hand, his knuckles slightly tightened. The storm came suddenly last night, the signal was interrupted, the navigation failed, and I took the wrong route on the way back. When they realized something was wrong, they were already three kilometers outside the protective wall. This place has long been designated as a high-risk area, and even the guards usually don't come in easily. But now I can't go back, and I can't find the original way. My energy was almost exhausted, my throat was so dry and sore, and my muscles were so sore that they felt like they had been whipped. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.