「9th, afternoon.」
A car arrived at the foot of Mingjiu Mountain.
At this time, the flow of people was indeed quite scarce. New Year's Day had just passed a week ago, and most students' winter vacations had not yet begun. There was still more than a month before the Spring Festival. As a result, Zhou Li and his companions drove there without encountering another vehicle on the road or seeing anyone. Adding to that the thick mountain fog, Brother Nan kept saying they had entered a disaster movie.
"You can't even hear a chicken or a dog barking. It must have been taken over by zombies or some kind of monster," Brother Nan said with a frown, dead serious.
"The mountain looks so cold," Zhou Li said, turning to stare at the fog midway up the mountain.
"Did it snow on the mountain?"
