Suddenly remembering what Sun Guangjun had just said, it seemed that the heavy rain had really stopped. Xiong Lang quickly jumped out of bed, rushed downstairs, and opened the door.
Outside the house, even without the light, Xiong Lang could see the snowflakes falling one by one, not to mention the bone-chilling cold.
Cooling down? Snowing?
Xiong Lang was shocked. This was not good news.
The next moment, Xiong Lang shouted, "Gather, everyone, get up and rush to the first floor lobby as quickly as possible."
Xiong Lang was a martial artist with a loud enough voice. In addition, he was in a desperate situation at the moment and used up almost all his strength. His shout could be heard by almost everyone in the building.
With a commotion, Xiong Lang's friends, brothers and disciples all gathered in the lobby on the first floor. Even Xiong Lan, who was sleeping, was awakened and hurried over following behind a few women.
The place occupied by Xiong Lang and his men used to be a club, not far from his wheelwright workshop.
This is a five-story building covering an area of nearly a thousand square meters. A few days after the end of the world, Xiong Lang felt that the conditions in the wheelwright workshop were too poor, so he forcibly occupied it.
Of course, most of the people in the club had already fled here and returned home when the apocalypse began. Only a few outsiders were left here due to the high temperature.
Xiong Lang didn't make things difficult for these people. He let them stay here. The men went out to search for supplies, and the women did some laundry and cooking. It's worth mentioning that compared to those who escaped, they lived a relatively comfortable life.
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