But now, there is no other way.
Que Qiu walked step by step towards the camel, selecting the weakest one. He sighed, stroked the camel's neck, and softly said, "I'm sorry."
Just as Que Qiu raised the dagger, a clear "ding~" sounded. Instinctively, Que Qiu lifted his head to look in the direction of the sand ridge. This sound was the unique bell of a camel caravan. Could it be that they've encountered other people?
