Resurrection Match 18

Ye Zhao and the crowd of onlookers were all shooed away. The staff there wouldn't even allow anyone to take photos; it seemed the boss was still desperate to salvage his hot spring resort. After all, someone had died in the pool—who would dare soak in it after this? The business was on the verge of collapse.

Ye Zhao found a seat in the lobby, unwrapped a milk candy, and tossed it into her mouth. For some reason, a bad premonition stirred in her heart. If even the hot springs could freeze over, how much longer could the heating system hold out?

Although her Constitution was high and the current temperature wasn't a problem for her, she feared the Trash Game would act inhumanely and hit her with a blast of cold air that could freeze her to death in a second.

She sucked in a cold breath, feeling that with the Trash Game's temperament, such a thing might truly happen.

She pulled out her phone to browse the web for a while. Sure enough, news reports were popping up everywhere about people being frozen solid the instant they encountered the cold front while out and about. This cold wave had arrived with such sudden, violent intensity that temperatures had plummeted to minus seventy or eighty degrees Celsius, and in colder regions, they had already dropped to minus one hundred. Many who had braved the chill to scavenge for supplies had mostly ended up frozen to death on the road.

The internet was even flooded with photos of countless snowmen walking along streets and alleys, standing in forests, dragging bags and bundles...

Shadowy figures in the wind and snow, looking quite terrifying.

[It's too scary. These people were all out looking for supplies. I saw with my own eyes how