The local government no longer recommended it as a tourist destination, but there were always thrill-seekers who came here time and again, only to be buried in its sands.
After the apocalypse, almost all terrains and landforms had changed.
But this desert hadn’t changed. It was still a desert.
Tang Mo didn’t want to go in alone. She didn’t know the area, and getting lost would be a huge problem, wasting who knew how much time.
She had heard that there used to be guides around this desert—people who had grown up here and knew it like the back of their hand.
If you found them, you could take a short tour of the desert via the safest routes.
But in this day and age, who knew if that profession even existed anymore.
Tang Mo wandered around the nearby forest, hoping to wait and see if anyone else would show up.
Even if she couldn’t find a guide, finding someone else to go with would be good enough.
But after waiting for three days, Tang Mo hadn’t seen a single soul.
She couldn’t wait any longer. She had stayed in this area for so long that not even a single beast could be found.
Tang Mo decided to just go for it. ’Screw it, I’m going in.’
But just as Tang Mo was leaving the forest, she unexpectedly saw several people by the edge of the desert.
Just when you least expect it.
Tang Mo hadn’t seen another person for nearly half a month. The moment she saw them, she didn’t care if they were men or women, old or young—she rushed over to greet them.
"Are you guys going into the desert, too?"
Tang Mo was incredibly enthusiastic.
As she got closer, she saw that it was a small team of five: three men and two women.
It was actually easy to distinguish between ordinary people and superpower users after the apocalypse.
Ordinary people had fear and avoidance in their eyes, while superpower users had a look of conviction forged by slaughter.
As soon as Tang Mo got close to these five people, she could sense the aura of superpower users.
"Are you going into the desert for a mission?"
It didn’t matter what they were doing. As long as they were going into the desert, Tang Mo could join them.
"You’re going to the desert, too?"
asked a girl with a ponytail in the squad.
The girl had sharp, well-defined features and brown hair, making it obvious at a glance that she was mixed-race.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t inherited large, European-style double eyelids; her slender eyes retained a mysterious Eastern charm.
"Yeah. Mind if I tag along?"
Tang Mo could tell that among this group of five, the girl was the one calling the shots. ’She must be the leader,’ she thought.