Xia Chong's figure disappeared into the ruins, leaving Lu Xin all alone on the ground.
He sized up the terrain around him, then climbed up the wall to a dilapidated high-rise building near the edge. He sat on the edge of the high-rise, his feet hanging in the air. He quietly looked North and took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket.
The field of view here was wide, and it could guarantee that he would find the traces of the hell emissary as soon as it appeared.
Lu Xin sighed as he took out a cigarette. He then took out an exquisite Zippo lighter and wiped the cigarette.
.. There was no fire?
After fiddling with it for a while, Lu Xin dug out the core and found that the sponge was dry and out of oil.
In order to light up the summer worms, he had lit it for too long.
She rummaged through the room again and found the cigarette box and lighter that Vice President Xiao had given her, but she couldn't light it either.
