Lunar New Year

In her sleep, Nanzhi felt as though she had been thrown down by a massive black dog. The large black creature bit into her neck. 

She immediately woke up and consciously looked at her neck. 

Lin Weihao, sitting nearby, appeared completely indifferent, his expression blank as if it had nothing to do with him.

The blizzard had not weakened. In fact, it had only intensified. The temperature had dropped by another 5 degrees, reaching a chilling negative sixty. If it continued to fall by five more, it could easily hit negative 100 by the end of the dungeon.

In the past, the lowest recorded temperature had been minus seventy, and that had already wiped out 30% of the world's population. Additionally, with the fever had taken the mortality rate will go higher. She could only hoped that the other base had discovered wintergreen mushrooms. 

Once again, Nanzhi wondered if these drastic changes were connected to the system.