In the gloomy forest, Hu Hao leaned against a tree, clutching his forehead. He breathed deeply, trying to increase his blood oxygen level, but he still felt dizzy.
He hadn't yet recovered from the events of the day, especially after seeing an old friend of many years frozen solid, which left him feeling the world spin.
Hu Hao thought it all might be a dream, hoping to wake up to see his wife and children on the warm kang, instead of this goddamn snow, snow, and more fucking snow!
This snow, it rendered him helpless.
Hu Hao shivered and glanced at the orange glow of the fire not far away. He found a secluded corner, ready to relieve himself to relax his tense bladder, but suddenly saw a dark figure standing outside the passenger side, moving occasionally.
"Fuck! What is that thing?"
The snowstorm was so heavy that Hu Hao couldn't make out what the devil was squatting next to the passenger side. He quickly buckled his belt, starting with small steps and then breaking into a jog.