Huashan.

The snow covers every corner of Mount Hua.

On the top of the steep ridge, it is covered in silver, making it look even more vast and mysterious.

After the wind and snow, the world is clean and the air is filled with cold freshness.

The sunlight shines through the clouds and sprinkles on the snow peaks, refracting dazzling light, as if the fairy light from heaven has descended to the world.

Crystal ice cones hung on the mountain walls, which occasionally collapsed due to gravity, making a crisp sound, echoing between the silent valleys.

In such a steep environment, vitality still stubbornly shows its existence. The exposed pine branches are covered with snowflakes, like works of art carved by white jade, quietly telling the tenacity and indomitableness. Occasionally, a few mountain birds pass by, shake off the snow on their feathers, and sing a crisp and pleasant song, bringing a trace of vitality to this frozen world.

Looking up high and looking far, the sea of ​​clouds swells, which complements the snow peaks. In the clouds and mists, Mount Hua is like a fairyland, making people forget the worries of the world.

In this white world, every step is full of challenges and every breath feels cold. But it is this challenge that makes those who bravely explore more fascinated by the beauty of Mount Hua.

After this blizzard, Huashan showed the most shocking scene, allowing those who are fortunate to witness this moment to be unforgettable.

On the top of Mount Hua, there is a Taoist temple standing on the edge of a cliff. The Taoist temple is not big and covers only half an acre of land.

Jiba stood in front of the Taoist temple, overlooking the snow scene in front of him, surrounded by clouds and mountains, and was extremely beautiful.

Everything in front of him was like the scene in ancient paintings. He suddenly realized that the landscape paintings painted by the ancients were not freehand paintings, but realistic, and they were so beautiful.

Just when Jiba was immersed in such a beautiful scenery, an old Taoist priest with a white-haired crane-shaped body with a fairy-like appearance came from behind him.

"Qingfeng, go and pick up some firewood and come back." The old Taoist priest shouted softly to Jiba in front of him.

"Okay, master." Jiba turned his head and gave a Taoist tribute.

Turn around and walk slowly towards the path next to it.

Before the natural disaster was frozen, he set out from the Oil City and scattered all the way to the Huashan Mountain where he was thinking of him.

He is a different person than others. He yearns for freedom. For him, freedom is even more important than life. He will not wait until the next day, but will set off immediately, regardless of whether he can arrive or not.

There are zombies everywhere in the end of the world. When a natural disaster is about to break out, he still comes out of the Oil City. It can be said that he is a lunatic.

I encountered various setbacks and hardships on the road, but it was still there.

However, when he was crawling on Mount Hua, there was a strong wind. Mount Hua was extremely steep. In the windy weather, he almost fell off the cliff and died.

However, he was lucky and was rescued by an old Taoist priest.

Then he was taken to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The strong wind blew for several days, and soon afterwards, a blizzard fell.

The snowstorm took more than twenty days in a row, and all the food he carried in his backpack was consumed.

When the snowstorm first fell, he and the old Taoist priest were together day and night, impressed by the charm of the old Taoist priest, and asked to worship him.

The old Taoist priest was unwilling to do so, so Jiba walked out of the Taoist temple and knelt in the blizzard, as if he wouldn't get up if he didn't accept it.

The snow was very heavy, and he knelt for a long time, and the snow outside buried his legs.

The old Taoist priest was helplessly afraid that he would die in the blizzard, so he had to accept him and give him the Taoist name Qingfeng.

The successful apprenticeship on that day made Jiba very happy.

He stepped on the wooden boards and walked along the mountaintop path to a row of trees.

These days, the snowstorm has buried many trees at the bottom of the mountain. However, the trees on the edge of the cliff are on the edge of the cliff and fall directly to the cliff when the blizzard falls, and the trees on the edge of the cliff can survive.

Jiba pulled out the machete, cut off a few Huashan pine trees, tied them together with ropes, and pulled the firewood to the Taoist temple.

The wind on the top of the mountain was strong and the cold wind was biting. Jiba was wearing a windbreaker and trampling on the snow.

The Huashan pine behind him streaked over the snow, marking a series of traces.

Return to the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple was broken and had several holes, but they were all blocked by them with wood and stone.

There is a fire pit in the center, and sparks are still burning on it.

Crazy-

Jiba dragged the pine tree in, broke the branches above and threw them into the fire pit.

There is also some snow on the branches of the pine tree, making crackling sounds when it burns in the fire pit.

"Master, Blizzard has stopped now. Where are you going next?"

The old Taoist priest raised his head and sighed:

"Natural disasters occur frequently, and people are in trouble. When the snow melts, we will go down the mountain. As for where we go, I don't know where there are people, so just go..."

"If you do your best, you can save one person."

Jiba stopped when he heard this.

"Master, I know where there are many people. Have you ever heard of the Oil City?"

"Oil City?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said:

"I haven't heard of it, where?"

Jiba said excitedly:

"In Henan Province, Xinyang, there are more than 100,000 people! There are many people there, and that oil city is the most prosperous and harmonious place under governance I have ever seen."

"The oil city is very powerful. I have seen their managers, and they are quite just. And they have a trading market where survivors can go in to hide from zombies or trade various materials in it..."

When he heard Jiba say this, the old Taoist priest became interested.

He has been to many places and many small groups of forces, but when he went back, the bases of these small groups were destroyed.

Unexpectedly, in the end of the world, there is a super-large base with more than 100,000 people.

It is rare to do this.

"Tell me in detail, this oil city."

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This blizzard is far more terrifying than the previous natural disasters.

The ten-meter-high snow covers the whole world with a thick white protective film.

Treat it indiscriminately, whether it is zombies, buildings, trees and even everything is covered by blizzards.

It would be better if it was in a mountainous and hilly area, but the low-lying roads were covered with snow.

In some plain areas, large tracts of buildings are covered with snow.

Even a house with three floors can’t be seen.

At this stage, there are only a handful of forces that can survive, but they all have the ability to resist risks.

As for ordinary small and medium-sized forces, most of them have been defeated by these natural disasters.

Especially this blizzard.

Survivors live in cities and face the problem of heating. There is no firewood in cities, no energy to burn heating, and there are many zombies in urban buildings.

If you live in rural forests far away from the city, you will also have trouble, so you must have a shelter.

With such a big snowstorm, most of the buildings in the countryside are relatively low in height. With such a big snowstorm, some houses will definitely be buried by snow.

They live in the countryside and can only brave the cold and biting blizzards and go out to sweep the snow. The project volume is huge. Over time, frostbite and freezing deaths occur frequently.

Some people even tried hard to clean up the snow, but they still could not withstand the speed of snowfall in the blizzard. They could only watch the blizzard submerge the shelter, stand in the blizzard and have nowhere to hide, and eventually die of freezing.

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Zhang City.

Snowy.

Zhou Songming stood on the roof in despair, overlooking the farm and ranch in front of him.

It's over!

It's all over!

This terrifying blizzard drowns and frozes the open-air crops on the farm to death, but the greenhouse they built is also crushed by the blizzard.

He has tried his best to protect the greenhouse, but because of insufficient staff and failure to do the snow shoveling work, the collapse of a large number of greenhouses has been caused.

The farms here are supplied to the Northwest base.

During this period, he did not dare to report the real situation here to the Northwest Headquarters Base.

Once the Northwest Headquarters Base is known, Zhou Songming will have no way to die.

Now, the snow has stopped.
To be continued...