The Beard Ghost

Night fell.

The clouds overhead were thick that night, blocking out the moon.

The weather was unusual. The sunset had been beautiful that evening, with rosy clouds stretching for thousands of miles, yet as soon as darkness fell, the wind picked up, and clouds from who knew where covered the night sky.

Meng Fanxi carried water and field rations into the room where they were temporarily taking shelter.

The room was a mess, with debris piled across the floor. An old sofa sat in a relatively clean corner.

Xiao Rong lay on the sofa, her eyes tightly shut and her breathing heavy.

Her condition was not good.

That afternoon, their team had been attacked by a swarm of insects. Faced with a large number of Proud Worms and an Upper-tier Giant Beast, they had no choice but to flee.

As the three mechs escaped, Xiao Rong's mech had unfortunately been targeted and destroyed by the Upper-tier Giant Beast. Ma Shuo had risked his life to pull Xiao Rong out of the cockpit.

After they had luckily shaken off the Giant Beast and the Proud Worms, they had nonetheless become trapped here. Their communications equipment had also been damaged during the battle, leaving them unable to contact the Surface Base.

"How is Sister Rong doing?"

Meng Fanxi set the supplies down and looked toward the sofa.

Ma Shuo picked up the water bottle. "Not well. I gave her an emergency injection, but with our current conditions, we can't treat her properly."

"We have to get her to the base as soon as possible."

He went to the sofa, crouched down, unscrewed the cap, and gently raised Xiao Rong's head.

"Have some water, Xiao Rong."

"You have to hang in there. We can return to the base tomorrow."

"You'll be fine."

Xiao