The wind, carrying the smell of rust and gravel, was like a piece of rough sandpaper, blowing across every inch of the Brass Cemetery.
Lu Ye lowered his figure and hid himself behind a twisted piece of metal debris that looked like the ribs of a giant beast. His breathing was long and steady, but his heartbeat was a little rapid due to the heavy pressure in his chest. Above the head, there is a huge shadow called the "Sky Monument", an ancient remains hanging in the sky. It silently stares at the abandoned land and continuously sheds shimmering "spiritual dust". These spiritual dust are the source of life and the breeding ground of curses.
There was a faint, pungent smell similar to ozone in the air. This is a sign of high concentrations of spiritual dust radiation. If an ordinary person stays here for half a day, his lungs will feel like they have been burned with a red-hot iron. But Lu Ye is no ordinary person. He is a relic hunter, a scavenger who makes a living on the edge of ruins and death.
"There must be order in all chaos." He said to himself. This was his creed and the only reason he relied on to survive in this cruel ruins until now.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning a relatively open area in front of him. There are some old vehicle wreckage scattered there, with weird shapes, most of which are half buried by the yellow sand. This is his goal. High risk also means potentially high rewards. His sister Xiaoxiao's breathing seemed to ring in his ears again, that weak and hoarse gasp, like a whip, lashing his tense nerves. Purification potion... Money... For these, he must take risks.
