Outdoor food blogger Lu Ye was filming a short film called "Extreme Survival" in an abandoned warehouse. He missed the mark and fell into a century-old grain cellar. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that in the third year of the severe drought, the ground was bare and the bark of the trees had been chewed away. Her mobile phone has a mutation: it can only live broadcast in one direction - tens of millions of modern netizens are watching online, and barrages are flying, but she can't send a word; rewards can be turned into airdrops, and compressed biscuits, water purification tablets, and antibiotics are dropped out of thin air.
The refugees worshiped her as a saint, and Luye had no choice but to lead this ragged team on a thousand-mile escape.
