It was only when he left the glacier that Lu Yuan realized how fragile life is.
Zhou Zhihao, standing to the side, was still shaken. He patted his chest and let out a long sigh: "Finally, we're leaving this hellhole. I'll take you to the headquarters. I'll get your ID tags sorted out there. They might not give you too many, but they should give you a few out of respect for me!"
This time, Zhou Zhihao dared not make any more boastful claims, and he spoke with more caution.
Lu Yuan wasn't particularly interested in these identity tags. What he wanted to know more about was what the outside world had become, where the survivors lived, what their living conditions were like, and when communication would be restored.
Although he was given a new lease on life, the disaster he encountered in Qingshui City was somewhat different from their current situation. For example, it should have snowed by now, but it hasn't snowed yet.
Being isolated from the world meant he only knew what was happening nearby, but he had no idea where the global catastrophe had spread to or how far it had progressed.
What Lu Yuan found even more perplexing was that after the map was reorganized, people actually built underground fortresses, something he had never seen in his previous life.
After walking around the perimeter of the glacier for a long time, we finally found the other side of Iceland.
Below this Iceland lies a solid coral reef, and above it is permafrost, which is extremely firm. This place has clearly been cultivated, with the entire ground leveled out. Tall windbreaks have been erected around the island, and dozens of tents are pitched on them, with vehicles and transport planes moving back and forth.
The group arrived near the camp. Zhou Zhihao walked quickly forward and, after registering at the gate, was allowed to pass only after Lu Yuan and his group were checked again.
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