"Time? What time?"
Qiu Ying looked around with his blue eyes and found that there were at least twenty people in yellow lurking in some dark corners. Moreover, many of them had just arrived. As for Rongrong, He was completely confused about the time.
In front of you is a vast stretch of sand, which is no different from other sandy spots on the Ghostly Dead Sea. To put it simply, it is an endless stretch of yellow sand.
Qiu Ying stared at the desert in front of him for a long time, and his attention was completely attracted by this desert.
This state was not normal in such a situation, because there were dozens of yellow-clad killers lurking around him and Rongrong. They would jump out at any time and take their lives.
But Qiu Ying was in a fugue. He looked at the desert, his mind seemed to be completely attracted by its vastness, and he was completely immersed in it, as if he was concentrating on admiring the gorgeous dance of the oiran.
At this moment, Qiu Ying was even in a trance, as if he had drank dozens of glasses of the strongest wine. There was a question lingering in his mind. This question had troubled him a long time ago, and he had never figured it out.
Qiu Ying is not from the South, but he has lived in the South for a long time.
In his impression, standard southern countries such as Chu and Nanman had four distinct seasons and rich products. The only drawback was that they were too humid.
Therefore, he has never understood why both the Chu Kingdom and the Nanman Country are covered with lush vegetation and constant rain and dew, but the Ghostly Dead Sea sandwiched between them is barren of grass and extremely desolate.
This question lingered for a long time, and he remembered what Rongrong had just said.
"That secret is the only hope to save this ghostly dead sea."
save? Why did she use this word? Is it possible for vegetation to grow in such a desert?
