The snow is still falling.
After that day, the snow started again.
The entire village seemed like it was going to be buried.
Wu Yang and the others were standing on the roof clearing the accumulated snow.
Otherwise, the house would collapse under the weight.
There wasn't a single shadow of a person in the village.
It looked as if it was completely deserted.
If it weren't for the wisps of white smoke rising, they would have suspected they were the only ones left in the village.
The atmosphere was eerily tranquil.
Suddenly, a wailing sound echoed through the village.
A mournful wail.
It was as if the silence was suddenly shattered, and the entire quiet village was instantly filled with vitality.
A figure staggered towards Jiang Xiaoxiao and the rest.
A large crowd of people was chasing after, densely packed behind.
