The next morning, at eight o'clock, there was still an hour before the convoy set off again.
But the sun was already high overhead, and the temperature outside had passed forty degrees Celsius.
It would keep rising as the sun climbed higher.
By now, Chu Sheng and the others had learned the patterns of this scorching climate.
The temperature was lowest before dawn, but even then it was over thirty degrees. During the day, even in the early morning, it would shoot up to forty, then gradually climb to fifty. By one or two in the afternoon, it would exceed fifty-five.
An ordinary person would pass out from heatstroke within a day.
Fortunately, their convoy had two kind souls like An Xi and A Xin, who gave their leftover purified water to the survivors. Otherwise, apart from a handful of people, the rest would probably have died.
"Chu Sheng, I'm back again." An Xi opened the passenger door and climbed in.
She was holding a small tower.
As she spoke, she pulled a finger-length wooden stick from the pocket of her cargo pants. It gave off a strange aura.
It felt like the aura he sensed when A Xin used her ability-something that erased vitality.
"What's this?" Chu Sheng raised an eyebrow at the little tower and wooden stick in her hands.
"Help me fuse these. Your payment is outside-that half-meter piece of glass I got before."
"Sure." Chu Sheng nodded. Naturally, he wouldn't turn down business.
"Is this little tower the base?" Taking the two materials from her, Chu Sheng asked, "I have a new ability now. I can freely change what this thing looks like."
"Interested in that service?"
"Just one supernatural material, too. Fair prices for everyone."
"But considering our relationship, I'll give you a discount. If