It's really speechless to the point where it's as if you've opened the door to your mom being speechless. Speechless to the core.

In this cold weather, it seems more time is needed to figure out the details of this distillery, otherwise rushing in recklessly is no different from seeking death.

Wayne had no choice but to dispatch his subordinates, instructing them to circle around the distillery, ensuring they aren't discovered, to clearly assess the situation inside.

He himself went downstairs, turning to the right.

........

Amidst the blizzard.

In the Doomsday, the majority of Survivors harbored resistance in their hearts.

But the weather wouldn't change according to their wishes.

Yun Province.

The Zhou Liu families, traveling south from the Western Alliance.

Finally arrived in Kun City.

This city, which was the Spring City before the Doomsday.

Also started to snow.

The weather in the Doomsday can't be understood with common sense.

In short, this place is also particularly cold.

Snow blankets everything.

A car plowed through the snow, suddenly stalling.

The driver tried to start it again but it wouldn't ignite.

This was already the second vehicle to have a problem.

When this car stopped, the ones behind followed suit.

Zhou Zhisheng quickly ordered someone to repair it, but five minutes later, the repairman still hadn't identified the issue.

Liu Cunyi at the front saw it wasn't fixed yet and couldn't help but say to Zhou Zhisheng, "Stop fixing it, time is tight now, we must reach the Red River today, it's only an hour and a half away."

Zhou Zhisheng looked at the car; it wasn't a luggage truck but just an ordinary off-road vehicle, so he instructed its occupants, "In two minutes, pack your stuff from the car and squeeze into the other vehicles. Then siphon out the gasoline. Hurry! Time is of the essence!"

The driver looked at the vehicle reluctantly; it had accompanied him for many years and never had problems before.

But, with the order from Zhou Zhisheng, he dared not complain, quickly gathering his belongings and moving to other vehicles.

Four minutes later, they set off again.

After traveling a bit, they found the highway was blocked by several large trucks filled with sand and gravel, left there by some idiot.

Tightly sealed, it seemed it would take hours to clear a way through.

They neither had the mood nor the time to wait.

They had been traveling for three days already.

Today, they had to reach Red River's minority settlement, Zhang Rufen. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

It was miserable; encountering such cold weather, it seemed to get colder by the day.

Sometimes, in their dreams, they would dream of reaching their destination, Zhang Rufen introducing them to the place, friendly people, a warm house, tall walls, and hearty food.

Even though they knew it was unrealistic, people love to fantasize.

Without such fantasies, it would be hard for them to keep going.

With the road blocked, they had to pass through Kun City.

Fortunately, it was daytime, so there weren't many Zombies in the city.

Not too dangerous.

Thus, they had to go through Kun City.

Dozens of vehicles entered Kun City.

The roaring vehicles shook the snow off the roofs and trees by the road.

Falling gently.

Liu Cunyi looked outside, sighing deeply.

Snowflakes drifted outside the window, presenting a silent beauty.

The gentle sound striking the car's metal body and windows.

Everything before him was indescribably desolate.

In the blizzard, he watched the once-prosperous city become desolate and empty.

Tall buildings stood in the city, now turned to ruins. Huge structures severely damaged, walls tilted, windowpanes shattered, dry vines covered the outer walls, themselves coated in snow, looking utterly desolate.

In this ruin, a suffocating aura of death pervaded.

It seemed devoid of human presence, devoid of any sign of life.

City street vehicles were abandoned in the snow, their surfaces buried under thick snow, looking like frozen tombs.

Slowly advancing, they reached the city center.

They saw:

In the city square, a ruined sculpture still stood, though now vague and indistinct.

Torn by the blizzard, its face had vanished, only leaving a skeletal iron frame.

It seemed in every corner of the city, one could see broken walls, whether on the streets or inside the skyscrapers.

Most buildings had collapsed, only a few barely standing.

Everything in this city seemed to have lost traces of human presence.

Vast, ruined, cold.

Inside, they couldn't help but doubt, is this still Spring City?

......