A few hours ago on the hillside, the snow that had been stained red with blood had been cleaned and buried by Su Mo in a pit.
Currently, there were no extra stone resources in the base to repair the gap in the outer layer that had been blasted open. Su Mo could only temporarily leave it as it was.
Three hours had passed, and another thin layer of snow had fallen over the hillside. It was like silver gauze, lightly covering the land.
Within a radius of seven miles, Su Mo was alone.
The snowflakes had become gradually smaller but, after a day's accumulation, there were still layers of thick snow piled up in the distance.
Since the large amount of factory pollution from the civilized era was not present, nor were the overwhelming fumes from car exhausts, Su Mo was astonished when he picked up a handful of snow.