Big Camphor Tree Base.
Inner City.
Li Yu quietly watched the black snowflakes fluttering outside his window from his room.
The continuous snowfall, at the base, had led to the accumulation of twenty to thirty centimeters of snow on the ground.
Every day, people would go out to clear the paths on pedestrian walkways.
Li Yu sat down slowly in his room, the cup in his hand still steaming hot.
The wind outside continued to blow, driving the snowflakes to fall into some corners.
During these days, he would meditate in the basement's quiet room almost every few days to adjust his depressed mood.
The night exerts a great influence on people.
Today, Li Tie, Li Hang, and a few others are on duty at the perimeter wall.
The zombies below the wall never disappeared; the Mobile Switch Blade was like a machine that regularly cleared the zombies, activating every so often, then slashing some zombies to death, these slain zombies would immediately be devoured by others.
