Chapter 7

But this broken system has a good name: avoid danger and ensure the travel safety of passers-by!

Hum, I don't think about it personally. How can I find the right destination in a completely strange world?

Although she had traveled several times before, the world she went to was the hometown of her mother. With her mother's living map, direction and route, she didn't have to worry about it at all.

Don't say it without a guide. At least give me a map.

Nothing. How can she find her future object?

"Whatever, just go."

With a murmur, Qin Yiling went straight along the road on the left.

After walking slowly for 20 minutes, the surrounding scene and environment have not changed much. At the end, there are still yellow mud roads, withered and decadent trees and grass, and lost house tiles.

This made Qin Yiling seriously doubt whether he was trapped by the time-space tunnel and was thrown down halfway.

How desolate is this place?

"Hmm ~"

Qin Yiling paused, held his breath and listened to the movement around. It seemed that she had just heard a sound. She couldn't help but sweep her eyes sharply to the withered grass beside the road.

"Cough!"

Hearing the sound, Qin Yiling turned his head and looked at the grass on the right. His eyes were deep and quiet. It was a human voice!

Is there anyone else in this wilderness?

She gently took out the Swiss knife from her inner pocket and stared at the grass.

If the enemy does not move, we will not move. We must not act rashly before we see the target.

When Qin Yiling was thinking about his next tactics, suddenly, a dry hand appeared in the withered grass and fell soft on the ground.

"Cough ~"

Qin Yi's beautiful eyebrows are slightly frozen. Does this sound seem to be a woman? And still in a weak state.

This discovery did not let her relax her vigilance. She still held the Swiss knife tightly and walked slowly to the grass.

When she came to the side of the road, she suddenly found a stick about one meter five or six long, and her eyes had been locked in the grass. She didn't dare to be careless, but she picked up the long stick on her side.

Then she quickly picked away the dead grass.

I saw a gray woman lying on the haystack, her clothes looked tattered and her face was dirty.

Beggar? refugee?

"Hello? Are you okay?"

The other party didn't respond, but Qin Yiling saw the other party's fingers move with sharp eyes. Then, the dark purple lips trembled a few times. It seemed that he wanted to speak but couldn't say it.

Seeing this, Qin Yiling relaxed a little and walked to the woman with a Swiss knife. Only then did he carefully look at each other.

She has only one feeling. This woman is too thin!

Looking at the skeleton, does she doubt that she is an adult?

Look at that little face, waxy yellow and dim, with sunken cheeks. The exposed neck and wrist are completely skin and bone. It is estimated that there is no meat all over.

This is the image of an African refugee!

Seeing this, the alarm in Qin Yiling's heart has been lifted. Now she is alone and unfamiliar with the world. It's normal to be more vigilant.

But since this woman is not harmful, she is willing to give a hand if she can help. She is not that kind of inhuman person.