Faking Death C38
by MarineTLChapter 38: Thirty-Eighth Day of Being a Salted Fish Taking advantage of the gap while the Garbage Ship went to dump a new load of refuse, Lu Yuan lowered his head and continued reading the device in his hand. The memories of the Desolate Planet that Geshu Qing had obtained were vast and chaotic. In five months, he had organized enough content to fill five million words. Lu Yuan had been reading all morning and had only finished a small fraction of it. Of course, for Lu Yuan, if he wanted to…









