The campfire crackled, and the grease from the barbecue dripped into the fire, making a sizzling sound. Lin Xi huddled in a corner, wrapped in a nondescript animal skin. He could never learn to tie knots as neatly as the tribesmen. He was surrounded by bronzed skin, thick arms, and laughter that shook his eardrums. Hello! From outside!
A man with tattoos on his face put a wooden bowl in front of him and drank! There was a turbid liquid in the bowl that smelled like over-fermented fruit. Lin Xi took it and took a sip. The spicy taste made her throat tight. The man laughed loudly: "Coward!" Everyone around started laughing. Lin Xi lowered his head and stared at the cracks on the rim of the bowl.
He has been here for three months and still can't remember who he is. I just remember that when I opened my eyes, there was a huge transparent dome above my head, and the sky outside was always gray. Elder Shi Jian said that he was found on the edge of the ruins of District 7. He was covered in injuries and was almost collected as garbage by a mechanical scavenger. Aya is here! Someone shouted.
The crowd moved out of the way. The girl came over carrying a basket of herbs, the bone strings on her wrists jingling. She knelt down next to Lin Xi and reached out to touch his forehead. The fever is gone. Aya speaks very softly, unlike those loud-voiced hunters, but you are still weak. Elder Shi Jian asked you to go collect herbs tomorrow and not follow the hunting team.
