It's been nine days since the ice apocalypse. The outdoor temperature has dropped to minus 84 degrees Celsius. There is no water, but the ground and buildings are covered with thick frost.
The lowest temperature ever recorded on the Earth's surface is -89.2 degrees Celsius, recorded on July 21, 1983 at Russia's Vostok Station in East Antarctica.
The temperature at this time is approaching the historical extreme, and ordinary people cannot survive.
Even those with special abilities, whose physiques have become stronger, can only retreat indoors in such extreme environments, covered with thick quilts to barely maintain their body temperature.
Moreover, it's not just the severe cold; food shortage has also become a big problem. The stored food is about to run out, and Cheng Xiaowei is becoming more and more anxious.
Before the end of the world, she was a food anchor and usually stored a lot of food at home for live broadcast materials.
During the apocalypse's novice period, food rotted strangely, but because there was still electricity at that time, she survived that period by relying on frozen and vacuum-packed food.
However, the horrific low temperature of the Ice Doomsday made it impossible for a frail woman like her to go out and look for food.
As for hunting mutant monsters, they dare not even think about it.
Unable to leave the house and facing a food shortage, Cheng Xiaowei could only survive on the leftover food.
Moreover, after eating the last of her two meals a day at four o'clock yesterday afternoon, she had no more food to eat.
At this time, the stomach is empty and the feeling of hunger comes like a tide.
Cheng Xiaowei looked at the white world outside the window, her heart filled with helplessness and fear.
In such a horrifically low temperature, without food to maintain her body temperature, even though she was a fire-type mutant who could continuously produce a weak amount of heat, that little bit of heat seemed to be a drop in the bucket in the severe cold of minus 84 degrees Celsius.
Now, she faces the dual crises of running out of energy and running out of food, and every second is torture.
Ye Lang's rescue became her only hope. She held her cell phone tightly, praying that he would come as soon as possible.
Cheng Xiaowei's phone suddenly vibrated, and it was a message from Ye Lang: Let's go, hold on!
Cheng Xiaowei's eyes suddenly became moist, and a warmth welled up in her heart, as if the brief message was a ray of light in the darkness, bringing her endless hope.
She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and silently counted down every second until Ye Lang came.
On the other side, Ye Lang drove the motorcycle produced by the system and crossed the frozen streets.
There weren't too many abandoned cars on the streets. The apocalypse occurred in the early hours of the morning, when most people were still asleep, so the streets were relatively empty.
Therefore, Ye Lang had an idea in his mind: to test the top speed of this motorcycle.
He looked ahead and saw that the road ahead was relatively smooth, with only a few potholes. This was a piece of cake for a motorcycle produced by the system.
Ye Lang stepped on the accelerator hard, and the motorcycle sped away like an arrow. The cold wind whistled past, and the cold air was as sharp as a knife.
But the first-class is immune to cold and heat, and the protection of the upper combat uniform makes Ye Lang feel no cold at all.
Almost instantly, the speedometer exceeded 100 kilometers per hour.
The next moment,
Two hundred kilometers per hour, three hundred kilometers per hour, four hundred kilometers per hour... and finally reached an astonishing six hundred and eighty kilometers per hour.
Ye Lang felt an unprecedented excitement and stimulation, his heartbeat and the speed of the car soared simultaneously.
The cold air cut across his cheeks like a sword, but he didn't care. His eyes were only focused on the white end in front of him.
Moreover, Ye Lang had a feeling that the limit of this motorcycle was not limited to this. If the ground was smoother, perhaps the speed could be increased even more.
Reducing the speed to 400 kilometers per hour, Ye Lang carefully avoided the pile of rubble in front.
The car body just shook slightly and then regained its balance.
Less than ten minutes later, Ye Lang approached Cheng Xiaowei's residence.
After getting off the car, he put the motorcycle into the system space and was about to enter the residential building.
But suddenly he felt a strong chill, as if some danger was approaching.
Ye Lang instantly became alert, his perception ability rapidly expanded, and any movement within a radius of fifteen meters was under his control.
The next second, Ye Lang suddenly dodged and jumped to the side, avoiding a terrifying giant beast that suddenly pounced on him.
Awww!
"What the hell, Husky!?"
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