C118 Fat Ding Is That You?

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye it was six o'clock in the evening.

In the distant horizon, the setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky red. The golden afterglow sprinkled over the road and the surrounding fields.

It had been more than four hours since the Meat Mountain left.

In rest station 126, there was still no movement at all