Zhang Feng saw that this place was no longer the vibrant lakeside scenery, but rather a vast expanse of dried land, with cracks appearing everywhere.
And in the distance, there was a huge pit.
The deepest part was about ten meters deep by estimation.
There were many holes there, which should be the waterholes the bearded man mentioned.
"Let's go down and take a look."
Zhang Feng, holding two bottles of water and three pounds of meat, went down the dirt slope beside him, like sliding down a shallow slide.
"I..." The bearded man didn't really want to go, afraid someone might drive away with the car.
But seeing Zhang Feng already heading down, if he stayed here and ran into a group of people, that wouldn't end well either.
So, he simply dismantled the sunshade and stuffed it into the car, locked it, and also carried some food and water, slowly making his way down the slope.
When they reached the dried lakebed, Zhang Feng had already walked to a waterhole.
At the same time.
