Chapter 18 Art Under the Snow

With thirty imperial spearmen, Li Meng left the restaurant and walked towards the north side of the trading area.

At this time, there were not many people in the trading area. Most people returned home, and few people stayed in the trading area.

With thirty imperial spearmen, Li Meng entered the passage on the north side.

After turning seven or eight times, Li Meng came to the passage outside the residence of the original owner of the body.

Without stopping or even looking at the door, Li Meng and a group of imperial spearmen disappeared at the end of the passage.

When he turned another corner, everything in front of him suddenly became vast.

This is a warehouse, a logistics of an underground mall, a place for unloading and loading, with a large space and very empty.

This is not just a logistics, there is also an underground parking lot on the other side.

Decades have passed, and the vehicles in the logistics have long disappeared, leaving only useless things.

The vehicles were dismantled and smelted by the people in the shelter to make iron spears and corresponding iron tools.

As soon as he entered the logistics, the cold wind rushed towards him, and the whistling sound of the wind was endless.

The temperature dropped instantly, and even though he was wearing armor, Li Meng felt a chill that was piercing to the bone.

In the logistics, Li Meng walked quickly with the imperial spearmen. At this time, only by moving his body could he warm himself up.

Not long after, not far away, the entrance and exit of the underground logistics had entered Li Meng's eyes.

On the ground in front of the exit, there was a layer of frozen white snow, and Li Meng saw the light from outside.

As he approached, Li Meng came to the exit, stepped on the upward slope, and looked out, the sky outside was in full view.

There was nothing, only a dark cloud, rolling and moving to the east...

A thick layer of ice and snow was laid on the slope of the exit, and the footsteps made a "crunching" sound when they stepped on it.

Step by step, Li Meng climbed up little by little.

When the sky and the slope were no longer in front of him, Li Meng had walked out of the gap and came to a white world.

Standing outside the exit, Li Meng looked around and was silent.

This place is located on the edge of Qing'an City, far away from the city center. It is precisely because of this that it escaped the range of the nuclear explosion.

Except for the tall building behind, all other buildings are low.

The mall and the buildings around the mall are no longer visible. Not only the buildings, but also the streets are buried under the ice and snow.

The low buildings are completely covered by ice and snow, turning into snow mountains. Only by looking carefully can you see a trace of buildings in the snow mountains. When you look into the distance, you can only see endless snow fields.

There is no longer the earth under your feet, but snow, thick snow.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the snowflakes, flying past Li Meng.

Looking at all this, a white gas rolled out of Li Meng's helmet, instantly turned into a piece of ice crystal, and fell to the ground.

It's really cold...

Shivering, Li Meng took a step forward, and the snow covered Li Meng's ankles.

Just a hundred meters ahead, there is a river, which is the green river of the shopping mall, about twenty meters wide.

In such an environment, the river water has long been frozen, and the snow on the river surface is unknown how deep.

Breaking the biting cold wind, Li Meng came to the green river.

The guardrail on the riverside is still there, but it is covered with a layer of ice and snow.

Standing behind the guardrail, Li Meng looked down.

The river surface is about five meters above the guardrail. The river and the other side of the river are flat, but the snow below is like a small hill, and the height is almost the same as the guardrail.

Thirty meters away on the right, Li Meng saw a staircase leading to the river surface.

Seeing this, Li Meng hurried over, followed by a group of imperial spearmen.

Arriving at the place where the stairs were, Li Meng did not hesitate, and walked down the stairs step by step, and finally stepped into the river, with half of his legs submerged.

Making way, Li Meng said to the imperial spearmen behind him: "Pull out all the bodies under the snow."

This river is a place to bury corpses, or more precisely, a place to dump corpses. For decades, all the dead in the shelter were dumped in this river and buried under the snow.

Although no one would deliberately bury the corpses, as long as the corpses were thrown into the river, within one night, the cold wind would roll up the snowflakes and cover the river with another layer of snow, and the snow would cover everything.

Hearing Li Meng's order, the imperial spearmen moved forward and entered the river along the stairs.

They used the spears in their hands to wave away the snow that was like a hill.

In Li Meng's eyes, a snow mountain collapsed, and the soft snow slid down, revealing the piles of corpses inside.

It was a corpse, but also an ice sculpture. The color was just darker, and human skin could not be seen. Even the clothes had turned into a frozen color.

As the corpses were carried to Li Meng by the imperial spearmen, the snow in front of Li Meng was soon filled with ice sculptures of various postures, some bent over, some curled up, and in various shapes.

This was not an artistic picture, but a picture of struggle, survival, and cruel doomsday.

"Coordinate 1 locked, coordinate 2 locked."

In my mind, the prompts from 2020 kept ringing.

On the river surface in front of Li Meng, white light particles suddenly emerged from the void and entangled one ice sculpture after another.

In a few tenths of a second, the ice sculptures turned into white light and poured into the void, disappearing without a trace.

"Resource points +10, biological resources +50, fiber resources +25..."

"Resource points +20, biological resources +100, fiber resources +55..."

"Resource points +10, biological resources +50, fiber resources +20..."

Too many prompts made Li Meng no longer pay attention to 2020's voice. While cooperating with 2020 to lock the coordinates, Li Meng looked around and thought in his heart.

In the memory of the original owner of this body, since he was sensible, the population in the shelter was about 4,000 people. More than ten years have passed, and there are still more than 700 people. This means that there are at least more than 3,000 bodies in this river.

Of course, a large part of these more than 3,000 people died outside and were nowhere to be found, but the history of the shelter is not just more than ten years. Twenty years ago, thirty years ago, and forty years ago, the shelter also existed.

There will be more bodies under the snow, not less than expected.

In the following time, Li Meng did not go anywhere, just searching for corpses in the river with the imperial spearmen.

It took more than three hours, and with the busy work of the imperial spearmen, the hill on the side of the river completely disappeared.

"Commander, there are still a lot of corpses in the ice layer under the snow, but there are no tools to break the ice. Please give instructions."

Once the snow accumulates too thick, the snow below will melt, and once the snow melts into water, it will freeze into ice.

Li Meng knew that there were more corpses in the ice layer under the snow, but Li Meng also knew that those corpses could only freeze them forever in the ice layer.

Opening the item page, Li Meng took a look at the resource point.