At the northern border of China, the weather during the Apocalypse Era was harsh. Snow drifted through this region almost every day, and now, as winter drew nearer, the entire area had become a frozen wasteland. The thick snow could swallow a person to the waist with a single step.
Amid the whirling snow, a small wooden cabin lay buried in a snowdrift, with only half its eaves exposed. Everything else was covered in white.
Charcoal burned inside the cabin, raising the temperature and melting some of the snow.
Chu Han sat alone beside the charcoal fire, roasting an enormous deer leg. An enticing scent of grilled meat filled the room.
The charcoal crackled and popped. The cabin was so quiet that only those faint sounds could be heard. Without Wang Cai, the world had quieted down, and Chu Han, who had never been much of a talker, became even more silent.
Creak—
The door suddenly opened, letting in a blast of cold wind that rolled several clumps of ice and snow into the cabin, where they quickly began to melt.
A person wrapped up from head to toe entered the cabin. He first opened his eyes and surveyed the surroundings, then removed his hat and sat opposite Chu Han.
Rip—
He tore off a chunk of meat and began chewing, asking through a full mouth, "What did you call me here for?"
Chu Han examined the man closely, his gaze stopping at his waist. "Changed weapons?"
The man nodded. "The old one wore out. I haven't had time to get Lu Hongsheng to remake it."
Chu Han smiled. "How many people did you kill to wear out a weapon made by Lu Hongsheng?"
The man stopped chewing and stared steadily at Chu Han. "Ten Death Warriors from the Bai