Time slowly passed...
The night grew deeper...
Amidst the whistling wind and sand, Brother Ma suddenly felt a chill, "This desert has such devilish weather, scorchingly hot during the day and as cold as an ice cellar at night."
He picked up the backpack beside him, took out a warm jacket, and had just put it on...
Feng Sha suddenly wrinkled his brow, "Did you hear something?"
"What sound? The sound of my zipper?" Brother Ma curled his lips, "Kid, you're too tense. This place is flat and open, with a fire burning; we can see anything that comes our way, especially since we have this..."
He shook the high-beam flashlight in his hand...
Its strong light could penetrate dozens of meters, sweeping through the pitch-dark surroundings...
It seemed that apart from some yellow sand, there was nothing else.
Feng Sha shook his head: "Maybe it's because of all we've been through today, my instincts are on high alert."
