I noticed that Pengamu's body was shivering, and his whole body was shivering with cold, and he kept shrinking into a ball.

I was worried that he might freeze to death, so I took off my coat and draped it over him.

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of mixed emotions.

Through the black-rimmed glasses, I could see the wisdom and intelligence in his eyes.

His voice was hoarse, "Thank you." ”

I waved my hand to indicate that it was just a small matter.

The cold wind of the desert howled by, grabbing our bodies mercilessly, leaving us feeling a biting cold.

The desert at night is always more desolate than during the day, and at this moment, the cold wind pushes this desolation to the extreme.

I looked around and saw the sand of the desert rolling in the wind, making a low, desolate whistling sound.

The grains of sand are entangled together, forming strange patterns, as if a group of silent ghosts are dancing.

The sight was chilling and made me feel weird and ironic.

Pengamu and I stood in this silent and eerie desert, our bodies and minds swept away by the cold wind of the night.

I could feel the coldness and distrust in Pengamu's heart, and this feeling made me realize more that our cooperation was built on a fragile balance.

I watched Pengamu's expression and noticed a fierce glint in his eyes.

This makes me wonder about his true purpose and motives.

Perhaps, Pengamu is not simply looking for the Temporal Gate, or perhaps he has other, more hidden goals.

Betrayals and intrigues can happen at any time.

As the night deepened, the desert cold seemed to grow more and more biting.

Pengamu wrapped his coat tightly, but his body still trembled.

The dark night of the desert is like a huge black curtain that surrounds me and Pengamu, making people feel an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The desert wind whistled in our ears, bringing a chill that made our bodies tremble.

I looked at Pengamu, my brow furrowed slightly, my mind full of questions.

I wanted to know what he had been through, and if he was really persecuted by his teammates, as the rumors suggested.

"Pengamu, can you tell me what you have been through? Why did you come to this desert in search of a parallel world? I asked softly.

Pengamu sighed and lowered his head, his eyes revealing a hint of sadness. "It's all because of a letter...... his voice trembled a little.

My eyes lit up slightly, and I waited quietly for him to continue.

He pulled out a returned envelope from his pocket with an old stamp on it.

The handwriting on the envelope is clearly visible, with the words "Pengamu Harvest".

I took the letter and looked closely.

The seal is intact and free of any flaws.

I opened the envelope and took out the stationery inside.

The letter paper is densely written, and it is a long letter.

Pengamu lowered his head, and his voice revealed deep sadness: "This is my own handwriting, but I have never written this letter. Not to mention writing letters to yourself. ”

I listened in silence, a twinkle of doubt in my eyes.

The existence and content of this letter are incredible, as if there is an inexplicable force hidden.

Pengamu continued to tell his story.

He said the letter was sent to him from an unfamiliar address and detailed the rift and betrayal between him and his teammates.

The letter also mentions some things that he has experienced, but these things are known only to him.

His voice grew deeper and deeper, and his eyes were full of sadness and helplessness.

He told me that the letter changed his life and made him come to this desert without hesitation to find his way to a parallel world.

I nodded thoughtfully and continued to listen to his story.

On this eerie and ironic night, Pengamu's story was like a twisted picture scroll that transported me into a world full of mystery and horror.

I tore a smoke soul and handed it to Pengamu. He took the cigarette and took a deep breath to soothe the tension.

Pengamu continued: "This letter had a great impact on me. I found the location to send the letter, and there I met an old man who said he wanted to make a deal with me......"

Pengamu had sneaked out on his own, and when he arrived at the rest stop, he was the only one.

Strange to say, in that era of scarcity, this rest station built on a dirt road had all kinds of daily necessities.

The shelves are filled with colorful boxes, and the beautiful packaging makes you want to open it and find out.

Some boxes also have shiny stickers on them with various product names written on them, such as shampoo, toothpaste, laundry detergent, etc.

These items appear unusually bright, as if they have been teleported from some mysterious world.

Pengamu's gaze wandered across the shelves, and he walked past the display shelves, carefully observing the packaging of each item.

Some of the packaging is decorated with delicate patterns, while others are decorated with abstract patterns and bright colors.

These packages all give people an eerie feeling, as if some kind of ineffable information is hidden.

He walked over to the counter and saw a vase full of flowers on the counter.

These flowers are brightly colored and exude a charming fragrance.

Around the vase are also knick-knacks, some delicate ceramic dolls, others quirky wood carvings.

These ornaments seem to be full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if they have a soul of their own.

Pengamu slowly walked into the interior of the rest station, the walls were covered with various old paintings, with characters with different expressions, some with hideous faces, some with gentle faces.

The paintings are imbued with an eerie and ironic atmosphere, as if to convey some kind of hidden message to Pengamu.

There was only one old man reading a newspaper in the rest station, he was quite old, and the dense wrinkles on his face outlined the traces of time.

His eyes were bright, revealing a spiritual vitality that did not match his age.

His hair was thin and white, and his snow-white beard hung down leisurely, and he looked like a wise man.

When Pengamu entered the rest station, the old man's eyes immediately lit up, and he put down the newspaper in his hand and walked towards Pengamu with light steps.

Although the old man's steps seemed a little swaying, they were steady, as if they contained some wonderful power.

Pengamu noticed the newspaper that the old man was holding in his hand, and he was surprised to find that the date on the newspaper was October 9, 2023, and it was just 1980 when he arrived at the rest stop.

This incredible gap led Pengamu to speculate that perhaps there was some mysterious time disorder hidden in this rest stop.

The first thing the old man said when he saw Peng Jiamu was: "Peng Jiamu, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”