The icy rain scratched my face like a knife, causing pain.
Chen Mo was lying among a pile of rusty gears, feeling a sharp pain in his left leg. The bone should be broken. If you move it a little, the pain will rush to the Tianling Gai along the nerves. He gritted his teeth, and his mouth was filled with the taste of mud and rust.
The dark clouds overhead were very low, and thunder rolled past in the distance, causing the pile of scrap metal beneath my feet to tremble slightly.
This is the mechanical beast cemetery.
The no-man's land three hundred miles outside the city is piled with garbage left by decades of war. The abandoned mechanical beast corpses, broken hydraulic rods, and radioactive dust were all mixed together.
Just ten minutes ago, Chen Mo was thrown into the back seat of the family's hover car.
