How was he still alive?
Bei Tian's lips were cracked dry, his throat also ached as he squinted his eyes towards the sun. How long had it been? He couldn't help but ask himself. A month? Two months? And yet he was still alive. How could a man survive in the desert without water? He glanced at the man scouting next to his body. Was he trying to steal from him? Bei Tian sneered. He came here with nothing but his clothes.
Was this person trying to steal his clothes?
He ignored the teenager and closed his eyes. Maybe a few more months and his body would finally give up. Maybe he would turn into some sort of a mummy? The thought made him chuckle.
A gasp escaped from the youth's lips. "You-You're alive!?" It was a language that Bei Tian recognized. Arabian. Again, he ignored the teen and just continued lying in the desert acting like a statue. Maybe this would be enough to kill him? He heard the youth's steps running away from him.
