The wind carried the smell of rust and mummified corpses.
Lin Yuan lay down behind a broken maglev track, licked his chapped lips, and tasted the smell of sand and blood in his mouth. The only half bottle of water he had left had been consumed three days ago, and now he was relying on a low-quality extracted nutritional ointment to survive.
His "treasure hunting" detector was completely scrapped in a sandstorm yesterday. Now he is no different from a blind man. He can only rely on his naked eyes to look for junk that may be worth a few dollars in this huge garbage dump called the "Rust Cemetery."
In the distance, several mutated scavenging birds like vultures were hovering, waiting for him to fall and become a fresh lunch.
Lin Yuan cursed, tightened his grip on the short spear repurposed from an old water pipe, and prepared to try his luck elsewhere. The moment he stuck his head out, he caught an unusual flash of red from the corner of his eye.
Not blood, not rust.
