Chapter 67: Nightmare

A line of people spread out like geese in flight, with Bi Fang leading the way at the front.

The piercing wind felt as if knives were slicing through the skin, and whenever one wiped their face, they could always brush off a thick layer of snowflakes.

Although the blizzard had died down considerably, it was now confirmed that this was wolf territory. Even though the car was larger and more likely to be spotted by a helicopter, they couldn't stay any longer.

Bi Fang didn't want the helicopter to discover just a pack of well-fed wolves.

After walking for a while, he took out his water bottle to quench everyone's thirst.

Everyone had brought insulated cups, and melting snow with their body heat was out of the question; besides, they were now far from any stream, so any water saved was a boon.