"It's a pity that Oreo isn't here, otherwise wouldn't she be barking along happily with me?"
Feeling the wind passing him by as he zipped along, Su Mo felt very comfortable riding a cross-country motorcycle across the wasteland.
To him, this was a rare opportunity to relax his body and mind.
The ruins of time sounded dangerous, and Su Mo had thought the same way before actually entering.
However, Zhong Qingshu would never have expected that, after coming to the ruins of time, Su Mo was feeling a sense of freedom and relaxation that was far more comfortable than a spa session worth several thousand yuan!
Su Mo rode the motorcycle while identifying the landmarks along the way. Without much effort, he found his way to the saltpeter mining camp.
Just along this ten-kilometer stretch of land alone, Su Mo could see that three shelters had already been established.