Heaters and Wind
"It's been four days of minus thirty to forty degrees. Last night it even dropped to minus fifty," Zhao Yiqi said, his excitement instantly fading. His voice carried a hint of fear as he shrank his neck and added, "Even if someone was there, they'd have frozen stiff by now."
There were three possibilities inside the houses: either the people had already left for a shelter, or they hadn't made it in time and froze to death, or in the worst case, zombies were hiding inside.
Jiang Huaijing probably understood An Tian's concerns: "If there are survivors trapped inside, we'll be doing a good deed by going in and finding them."
In such extreme weather, ordinary people couldn't survive three nights. Only those who had mutated into ability users like him could live through such low temperatures.
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