But what about six or seven years from now?

He will get older and older, his abilities will decline, and he will earn less and less money...

Barring unforeseen circumstances, Du Zhen could easily live to his sixties or seventies, but even with all his might, he would find it difficult to live past forty.

Fortune favors the bold.

It's just a matter of sealing the roof off the igloo; there's no danger.

Moreover, with the fire-type Wang Yan, the healer Lao Qin, and the support Su Ye in the team, there will be no danger.

Pan Sheng's resolve gradually wavered.

A snow ape came and bumped into the snow house to check the quality of the construction.

Pan Sheng said to Wang Yan, "I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back."

Pan Sheng caught up with the snow ape-man: "There's a snow hut that hasn't been roofed yet. What's the reward for roofing a snow hut?"

The snow ape roared and gestured in a large circle.

Pan Sheng didn't understand.

The snow ape-man left quickly, returning with a large bag of jerky and a round ice plate in his hands.

It held the ice plate high, indicating that it should be placed on top of the snow house.

Pan Sheng stared intently at the dried meat.

There was a lot of jerky, more than the wages three people would earn working themselves to the bone all night.

The pay for working together is to be split among the three of them, but he can keep this bag of jerky all to himself.

Pan Sheng swallowed hard, then, as if possessed, took the dried meat and ice cream and stored them into his spatial storage with lightning speed.

Pan Sheng circled around from a blind spot to the unroofed snow house.

Make the snow bricks.

The snow roof is too high and the outside is too slippery to climb up.

Pan Sheng took the prepared snow bricks into the snow house and started stacking them from inside on tiptoe.

The snow house was dark, with only wisps of starlight, mixed with the flames, shining through the unsealed roof.

Snow bricks were piled up onto the roof, making the snow house even darker.

Pan Sheng took out a round ice plate from his spatial storage, raised it above his head, and placed it on top of the snow house.

The light was completely blocked, and the snow house was pitch black.

Xia Chuhe, who was idly fishing, looked around and saw snow houses everywhere.

Round and bulging.

One by one.

It looks like a tomb.