Zhao Yi, an ordinary explorer from the earth, stepped into the depths of the desert to explore the Loulan ancient ruins. He coughed loudly. Looking at the only sip of water left in the mineral water bottle, Zhao Yi unconsciously licked his chapped lips, carefully poured out the cap of the bottle, raised his head and drank it. His dry throat did not feel any relief, but the pain doubled, as if it was about to split in the next moment.
He rubbed his swollen temples to relieve the discomfort caused by drinking water. Zhao Yi stood up slowly, looking at the yellow sand everywhere, with a hint of bitterness on the corner of his mouth. It had been four days since he came to this desert, and his hope of survival had become slim. He didn't know how long he could hold on...
