With a skeptical mood, the boy carrying a bow and arrow lit the "fuel rod" given by the ancestor and groped into the interior of the starship wreckage.
The silver disc in his hand threw a light blue light forward.
The tiny light particles gathered in the air into arrow shaped icons, guiding him forward.
At the same time, Jiang Xuezhou, sitting in the bridge of the Orion missile cruiser, was eating compressed biscuits while remotely commanding the aboriginal boys.
The whole process is like playing an RPG game with a first person perspective.
If the night ten is here