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But if you build your own wooden house...

Thinking of the wooden house that was blown directly into the air in the video, Su Mo was moved. He quickly opened the stone door and returned to the third floor of the refuge, which was still warm.

Click on the world channel, because the number of speeches has been refreshed after 12 o'clock, and with the discussion of most people, the secret of the disaster has been discovered.

The speed of speaking is simply explosive!

Chapter 166 In the Snowstorm!oreo awakening

"Fuck, the snow is too heavy, it's only been a few minutes, and the snow on the ground has already accumulated two centimeters!"

"Don't say it's three days, one day, I will be buried alive by this snow!"

"Wait online, my house has just gone with the strong wind, and now I can only nest in a hole in the ground, what should I do in this situation?"

"If conditions permit, choose underground disaster shelter first. Try not to go out, and don't open doors and windows. Remember to ventilate the house for heating!"

"According to Professor Wang's prediction just now, the storm will reach its limit in 30 minutes. According to the astronomical phenomenon, it is estimated that the weakening period will take at least six hours!"

"If you can survive six hours, you can still live, but if you can't survive, you can only die!"

"It's paralyzing. It turns out that when disaster strikes, there will be a fantasy race. I just watched a nest of bear people come out near me!"

"Help me... save me..."

Through the anxiously revealed words on these world channels, Su Mo's eyes seemed to break through the barrier of distance and come to the sky above the wasteland.

The crazy wind continued to accelerate, regardless of the group of human beings struggling to survive under its care.

It was also at this moment that Su Mo finally understood why acid rain was called the "novice disaster".

Under this terrifying blizzard, even if human beings' desire to survive is strong and there are no variables, at least half of them will die this winter.

"I hope the storm will stop during the day, otherwise the human race will really destroy the group!"

Looking over and over again the description of the heavy snow disaster in Ma Gu's notes, Su Mo could only feel anxious.

Although the snow disaster in Magu's era was violent, it was only snow and the temperature dropped sharply, but there was no such desperate wind.

"The disaster attribute is completely different, what is the purpose of this game?!"

The whining north wind has already made a sound like howling ghosts and wolves, even if you are on the third floor, you can hear it clearly through the ventilation ducts.

Feeling flustered, Su Mo lost all sleepiness, and simply returned to the workbench to continue preparing picric acid and gun cotton.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the temperature in the shelter became lower and lower.

As it was almost below zero, Su Mo looked at the time and it was four o'clock in the night. Su Mo put down his work, turned on the electric blanket and went to bed.

It was windy and snowy outside, and the little bed in the shelter was extremely warm.

Lying on the bed, after a while, Sumo, who was tired all day, began to relax and fell into a deep sleep.

A solid underground shelter, even if it is a violent to abnormal storm, there is nothing to do.

The iron and copper blocks on the ground were pressed heavily on the ground due to their own weight and placement density, which also prevented the raging wind from raging.

But other places have not been so lucky.

Although the wooden house created by the game has a deep foundation, it does not mean that the storm has nothing to do with the wooden house.

In the gaps between the wood, the wind penetrates everywhere and quickly takes away the temperature in the wooden house.

Even a shelter for hundreds or thousands of people, under this kind of disaster, seemed insignificant. Countless self-built houses rose from the ground and were directly blown away by the storm.

Some people were even blown away because they couldn't dodge in time.

Under this kind of snow disaster, there is no house to take refuge. In less than 10 minutes, the wind and snow will take away the temperature of the human body, and within 10 minutes, a person's life will be taken away!

Of course, life is not easy for foreigners.

Arriving on this land, even powerful alien races can only live in their own territory, shivering as they watch the blizzard.

As for the lion people, a race that has lost its core sanctuary, it's even worse!

Most of the lion people were directly carried by the blizzard to dance in the storm, and the light ones were blown away directly, losing contact with the large army.

Even though the lion priestess who controls the "wind" waved her staff again and again, under natural disasters, this bit of "magic power" is fleeting.

Death is never far away. At this moment, it lingers around everyone.

...

"Goooooooooooooo"

"Cuckoo cuckoo!"

When the cooing sound of big and small sparks rang in his ears like a big bell, Su Mo opened his slightly tired eyes.

Resting for two consecutive days, because they went to bed late, not only did they not rejuvenate, but also made Su Mo feel exhausted after fighting for three days and three nights every time he woke up.

"What's wrong..."

As soon as the words fell, Su Mo woke up and felt the long-lost cold and a feeling of lack of oxygen!

Inside the quilt and outside the quilt seemed to become two worlds, and even took a breath, it turned into hoarfrost directly in the air.

Even though they were lying at the end of the bed, Huo Huan couldn't stop cooing.

Trying to stretch out his arms, when he got the phantom water cup beside the bed, Su Mo was surprised to find that the phantom water in the cup was frozen into ice cubes, which was hard.

"Damn it, the temperature in the refuge should be about seven or eight degrees below zero. It's too cold!"

Sitting up, Su Mo put on his clothes, and when he walked down to the ground, he was still trembling uncontrollably.

A sweater and a pair of thin sports pants can't prevent the cold air from entering the body unscrupulously.

It was not until he put on the combat uniform hanging in the equipment room of the gym and turned on the electric switch that Su Mo finally recovered.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Oreo!"

It wasn't until he got dressed and came to the second floor to check that the lack of oxygen was due to the blocked ventilation duct that Su Mo saw Oreo lying in the corner.

Oreo, who was lively in the past, is very sluggish at this time, and his whole body exudes a glow.

Trying to walk over and hug Oreo, Sumo felt a bone-piercing cold even through the combat uniform.

At the same time, there is a "snowflake" logo on Oreo's forehead that flashes like breathing.