An hour later, it was completely dark outside the house.
The wind and snow were howling, and the temperature continued to drop.
All the bodies inside the house and in the corridors had been cleared out and buried neatly in the "ice coffins" dug by Ye Qing.
The corridor outside the conference room was crammed with wooden items collected by Sun Jingtao and the others, dense and numerous.
The Snow Wolf fur processed by Ye Qing was also brought in.
Although he handled them very carefully, the fur still had a lot of snow attached to it.
As the temperature inside the house rose and the ice and snow melted, it still became somewhat damp.
Additionally, it didn't smell good.
But gradually, everyone got used to it.
Jiang Yan glanced over and saw that the white fur was over a meter long; no wonder those Snow Wolves could withstand temperatures as low as minus seventy or eighty degrees.