Ugh..."
Lin Yuan struggled to hold himself up and looked around.
As far as the eye can see, there is endless garbage.
Rusty broken swords, broken armors, burnt talismans, cracked alchemy furnaces... Everything was piled together to form one continuous mountain range after another. The sky was gray and there was no sun in sight. There was only a huge and slowly rotating vortex, looking down at the wasteland like an emotionless eye.
Some people in ragged clothes and sallow faces shuttled between the garbage mountains, holding all kinds of simple tools in their hands, constantly rummaging for something. Their eyes were numb and their movements were mechanical, like a group of soulless zombies.
"No... Have you really traveled through time? "Lin Yuan pinched his thigh, and the severe pain made him wake up instantly.
This is not a dream.
He remembered that he had been working on a project all night, but his vision went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he arrived at this ghost place.
"Damn it, other people who travel through time are either princes or sect geniuses, who am I? Junkyard start? "Lin = Lin Yuan cursed in his heart, but his stomach growled at an inappropriate time.
