The scorching sun poured like molten gold over the Gobi Desert, the steaming heat waves twisting the outlines of distant sand dunes. Jia Yao stepped through the scorching gravel with uneven steps.
The woven basket issued by the show crew swung in his hand, with only two shriveled mushrooms lying alone inside.
His score remained at an eye-catching -5, and if he didn't find more soon, he feared he wouldn't even be able to exchange for compressed biscuits or a dry sleeping bag tonight.
"What kind of mushrooms could this damned place have..."
Sweat dripped down his jawline, burning small pits into the sand beneath.
Man, it's hot enough to ruin my makeup.
He irritably kicked away a piece of rubble, startling a few sand lizards as it rolled.
Just then, a slight tremor came from the sandy ground beneath his feet.
At first, he thought it was a hallucination, until the tremor became more and more pronounced—
"Rumble—"
