Zhao Qi heard intermittent, indistinct sounds.
He successfully landed in front of the second refugee...
It was an old man covered in mud, emitting a faint glow in the rain.
The reason the old man was glowing was that he was directly scorched by the "sun," with his flesh marked by bright red imprints. Zhao Qi quietly watched this dying person with just a trace of breath.
Among the four-person team, only he reported fully to the captain.
It's not because the other three had poor vision.
Everyone saw this old man...
However, in their judgment, he was already a "corpse" not worth saving. The journey to the South Cave was too long, with many falling into the muddy mountains, just not all were seen.
And this old man at the moment was actually just lucky to be "seen."
Sometimes life is heavy, sometimes it's light.
Being seen usually makes it a bit heavier.
"...Zhao Qi! Return quickly!"
A reminder came again from the Spirit Network.
Zhao Qi silently cut the connection.
