After all, Xia Wei had never come into contact with modern matters. He thought that there would be a water source wherever the "big bird" flew over, but he did not know that where planes could cross, human strength could not.
The further south he went, the higher the temperature became. The endless desert seemed to have no end.
The scorching sun shone on his body. Xia Wei tried his best to swallow his saliva, but his throat was already as dry as wood dregs. There was no moisture at all. Even the act of swallowing made him instantly feel a sharp pain.
Xia Wei could not hold on anymore and sat by a rock. He looked at the slow yellow sand in front of him and finally could not help but close his eyes slightly.
I didn't even know what era it is and am about to die?
Under the scorching sun, Xia Wei's eyelids became heavier and heavier. In the end, he could not take it anymore and fell.
