The wind carried a wave of scorching heat.
Wu Xiaode sat on the back of a venomous giant scorpion, surveying the junction of the blue sky and the sandy sea.
"Let's go this way—we should be able to cross the national border before nightfall, no mistakes."
He pointed in a direction and said.
Shen Feixue sat not far behind him, hesitatingly said, "Little Wu, you threw away all our electronic devices, how are you figuring out our direction?"
Wu Xiaode waved his hand and said, "Just trust me all right—stop pining for your phone and laptop, you should know that the enemy could easily track us through them."
Shen Feixue gave a bitter smile and said, "I understand, of course. I've actually tried to escape before, but I always end up getting lost each time I leave the city."
"Lost?" Wu Xiaode said in surprise.
"Yes, it's a bit like being caught in a loop—I always think I've escaped, but I end up standing before the gates of Jiangdong City each time," said Shen Feixue.
