The strange snow came without any warning and then it was out of control.

The port of the town was frozen, and all the roads leading to the town were blocked by heavy snow, and then gradually condensed into unbreakable ice.

Fang Deming remembered the giant python's reminder, so before he did anything, the first thing he made was that no one could interfere in everything in Nanshui Town in a short time.

Even doing so will freeze countless townspeople to death.

He has this blank book, and he doesn't care.

He only cares about Fang Mansion.

Therefore, he kicked Fang Mansion out of the snowy area. No matter how silver is covered in the surrounding area, Fang Mansion will never change.

...The people outside couldn't get in, and the people in the town couldn't get out. Those rude outsiders and ungrateful locals experienced despair together.

Except for the people from Fang's mansion, Fang Deming didn't even want to stay one person.

Only when they are dead can they write a complete new future.

With this idea in mind, he often wandered around the town, relying on his protection that he could not feel the cold, and he wanted to appreciate the suffering of others.

Without the former General Fang, Nanshui Town should have been like this. He was just to let them all taste the pain that was coming soon.

The people in the Fang Mansion knew nothing.

Those people stayed in the mansion, and under the interference of the giant python, they could not remember to go out.

Fang Deming hasn't felt this kind of freedom for a long time.

One day, he wandered into an alley that he had never been to before. Because it was already a distance from the north of the town and it was too hidden, he had never discovered it before, and a hotel was opened in the alley.

The hotel looks bad business, the location is remote and broken. Even when the port is still in operation, not many outsiders will choose to live here.

Now, the hotel seems to be full, and Fang Deming can also hear the voices coming from inside through a door.

It seems that many people have escaped here.

Fang Deming looked at the door for a while and then lost interest. In his opinion, even if he was crowded in a small hotel, the people inside could not live long.

The town will only get colder.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the store door opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a thick cotton jacket saw him, exhaled a mouthful of white mist in surprise, and rubbed his hands: "What are you doing here? You still wear so little, aren't you afraid of freezing to death?"

Fang Deming looked at him coldly and said nothing.

The middle-aged man looked at him for a while and sighed: "Forget it, come in with me. I have so many people here, and there are not more you."

Fang Deming didn't know what kind of thought he was, and silently let this person pull himself into the door.

The world inside the door is very stuffy.

Fang Deming felt the ultimate freedom in the uninhabited streets and the ultimate depression here.

Many people were crowded in different small rooms, fighting for a little quilt, clothes and food.

The middle-aged man sat behind the counter and was a little worried because of the chaos of the residents. But he still said to the half-aged child he had just brought in: "I have no place here. From now on, you will live in the same room with me. It will be frozen. I will cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Fang Deming got a bowl of hot noodles without saying a word. Occasionally, the residents passing by the hotel lobby looked at him jealously, with fatigue and greed emerging from time to time, and a desire for food.

Fortunately, no one came to grab it directly.

Fang Deming understood that in the hotel, such a bowl of noodles should be quite precious. He raised his face and asked the middle-aged man sitting next to him: "Are you the owner of the hotel?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "It was, it was, depending on this situation, maybe it will be done soon."

When the residents become crazy, who will not manage the store or the owner?

There are many people here who were pitiful and kindly taken in, but sooner or later these people will break out due to survival problems. The more people he takes in, the more time bombs he carries.

Maybe he will die because of kindness? It is possible.

"I knew it was risky to do this." Fang Deming didn't move his chopsticks at all, nor did he pretend to be very cold. He just wore a thin long sleeve, and his face was healthier than everyone here.

"Why should I take them in?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "I don't know how long the snow disaster will last, this is a monster."

"At this time, even if I don't take it in, will they not be able to come in? Instead of being knocked out when I fell asleep, the door would be broken, so it would take the initiative to let them in. When someone bumped into the door, they would drive away the person who bumped the door in order to protect their current residence, and I could live with you for two more days." The middle-aged man didn't know if he noticed the difference between Fang Deming and others. In short, when talking about this cruel fact, he also smiled.

This time it was Fang Deming's turn to carefully look at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man received his gaze and touched his cracked face: "And my son is gone, he is about the same age as you, and he is still going to school when it snows."

"The road was closed too fast. I didn't have time to find him on the day it snowed. Later, I walked past the school and couldn't find him. I heard that the people in the school were trapped and couldn't get out at all...they had no food reserves at all."

The middle-aged man sighed while laughing.

What made him laugh even when he mentioned his son's death?

The staring eyes were clearly sad. He was missing his son.

Fang Deming lowered his head and ate the noodles, then put down his chopsticks.

"I won't live here, goodbye."

"Hey--" The middle-aged man came back from his thoughts and only saw the back of this young man with a somewhat thrust character.

He followed the boy to open the hotel door and walked into the wind and snow without hesitation. His straight back did not fold half of the cold, as if it was from another world.

The middle-aged man didn't know at this time, because of the slightest pity that arose when he went out to see this teenager today, he was able to survive in an increasingly chaotic living environment.

Because Fang Deming remembered the taste of that bite.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Fang Deming didn't know what the owner's attitude was like on Fang's mansion. He didn't even know whether the owner was a local or an outsider, because in recent years, outsiders have settled in the town.

He just didn't care about that, because the noodles were delicious.

When he returned home, he added a paragraph to the empty book that had been written with two pages—

[The hotel owner who gave Fang Mansion descendants a bowl of hot noodles lived for a long time. Whenever his resident wanted to hurt him, the resident would freeze to death. No one dared to bully the boss for survival, but the boss could not over-interfere with the internal behavior of the residents.]

Fang Deming always did this, and wrote it in whatever he thought of. He remembered the greedy eyes of the residents when they looked like him and his bowl of hot noodles.

It's so annoying, this kind of look.

Since that's the case, let you live for a while and play a game to show me.

Half a year passed, and the continuous severe cold and heavy snow finally left no living in other parts of the town. In the vast white, only the residents of the hotel were left.

They can always find some materials to maintain their survival around them, but they are not enough. For this reason, they start to fight for it, expose the ugliness of human nature, and start to live in a mess.

It’s not that no one wants to steal the resources of the store owner, but before they can take action, those people will die in public. Over time, both the residents and the store owner themselves understand the rules.

Fang Deming went to the hotel several times afterwards, but he did not let anyone discover it. He just admired the farce of the residents while peeking at the middle-aged shop owner's expression.

After the middle-aged shop owner found that he could not interfere with the affairs of the residents and was protected by strange rules, his life became lonely every day.

The residents were afraid of him, and the bullied people felt that he was too cold-blooded. No matter what he saw, he just watched coldly, like an outsider.

Especially everyone discovered that the middle-aged shop owner seemed to be no longer afraid of the cold.

For people at that time, an alien appeared in the crowd, that was a monster, but they were still living on the territory of this monster. The monsters watched them fight for resources every day, as if they were watching a group of clowns - this is what the residents themselves think, and they actually knew that they were clowns, and they did too many ugly things to survive.

This was Fang Deming's last entertainment program in the heavy snow. He watched the residents die one by one, and the originally crowded room gradually became empty, and the noisy and cramped air began to feel the loneliest coolness.

At this time, he didn't seem to find that his mentality had become distorted. This heavy snow was originally prepared to break off the connection between Nanshui Town and the outside world and clear up all uncertainties, but he enjoyed the pleasure of controlling everything and began to treat human life as fun.

The last resident who survived in the hotel was a young man wearing glasses.

On a rare sunny day without snow, the young man walked into the alley at the entrance of the hotel and looked up at the sky with his head raised.

The middle-aged hotel owner sat behind him, looking at the young man's back and holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Have your brother been buried?"

Because he was in the cigarette, the hotel owner's voice was a little vague, but the young man could hear it clearly. He was wrapped in thick clothes, wearing scarf and gloves, and the tip of his nose was still red with cold.

These inappropriate costumes are all taken from dead residents, and in order to survive, this has become the norm.

The young man turned around and smiled: "It's buried."

Perhaps he didn't expect that his brother, who had never gotten out of bed after his legs were broken, would be so tenacious that he would have to endure the rest of his life.

The young man still remembers that he wanted to kill his brother for a moment.

Their twin brothers are from the town clinic, and the old Chinese doctor in the clinic is their father, and they are very lucky to die a week before the snow disaster.

Before the two brothers could revive their clinic, they were trapped in this seemingly endless heavy snow.

They were originally huddled in the clinic, but the construction of the clinic was relatively old-fashioned and was still made of wood. There was some air leakage between the gaps in the wood, which could not stop the chill and could not keep the heat gradually lost on them. Until one day, the hotel owner, who was no longer afraid of the cold, went out to look for supplies and found two people who were about to freeze into ice sculptures.

The two were invited to the hotel and moved into a house where they had just died with the medicinal materials and treatment tools they had looted from the clinic.

At that time, my brother's legs were scrapped because he was scratched by a sharp iron hidden in the snow while searching for food. The wounds that were deep and visible to the bone continued to be eroded by the severe cold, leaving only necrotic flesh.

In order to earn the survival supplies of his brother, his younger brother had to do two people's work alone, and then he made up his mind to exchange things with other residents at an extremely expensive price. He was once surprised...the eyes of these people seemed to be peeling him alive, but they never attacked him.

Later he learned from other residents that the reason why the residents did not rob clearly was because of the strange "rules" of the shop owner.

They couldn't steal the store owner's things and died as soon as they robbed them. They thought the store owner had set such a punishment on his own initiative. Of course, they felt that the outsider of the store owner wanted to see them struggling to survive. If they had the idea of ​​robbing them, they might be killed by the store owner's rules.

The young man who had just learned about this was shocked, but he believed it when he remembered the owner's move freely in the snow. He also regarded the owner as a cold-hearted monster.

But now there are only two of them left in the entire hotel.

The young man had already seen the kindness of the shop owner, because when the residents exposed all kinds of ugly things, he could always see a hint of sadness in the shop owner's eyes, just like the look of the shop owner when he saw him almost killing his brother.
To be continued...