The man in the white shirt, known as Wei Ye, turned his head to look. His lips were chapped, and his face was pale. He said helplessly, "Liu An, save your strength, don't faint later."
Liu An held a blade less than twenty centimeters long, as if it were a treasure, repeatedly comparing it to a large stone nearby, which made Wei Ye feel both angry and amused.
Wei Ye stuffed the knife handle in his hand into his trouser pocket and came to Liu An's side, saying, "Let's go, we should continue to look for food. If we can't find any, not only will there be trouble, but we'll starve to death as well."
Hearing this, Liu An nodded. He carefully held the blade, afraid of getting cut.
The two of them picked a direction and walked.
"Wei Ye, where do you think we are? In the northwest's uninhabited area, or have we gone abroad?"
"I'm not sure either. Maybe we are no longer on Earth."
"Really? Have we traveled through time and space?"
