Yang Fan glanced at his watch, unsure how long he had walked, estimating that in about half an hour, they should be out of the desert.
It was already noon, and the sun was blazing in the sky. At this moment, the desert was like a giant furnace. The only thought in his mind was to get out sooner and soak in water without coming out.
Yang Fan thought he wouldn't see Uncle Liu again, but to his surprise, he encountered him halfway.
Besides Uncle Liu, there were five other strangers.
At that time, all six of them were sitting behind a sand dune, panting heavily, with cracked lips, as if they hadn't drunk water in a long time.
Seeing Yang Fan, Uncle Liu staggered to his feet: "Yang Fan, you finally came..."
"Uncle Liu, what happened?" Yang Fan looked puzzled.
