"Da-da-da! Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!" The guns roared to life, murderous fury bursting forth and soaring into the sky, setting off a whirl of snowflakes; I turned tail and ran. Countless bullets chased the tracer rounds, shattering the target into wreckage in an instant. A gently risen mound of snow remained unchanged, but several blood arrows shot out wildly, spattering over the snowflakes, instantly turning them into eerily beautiful, yet terrifying blood flowers.
"There really are people." Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, vigilantly scanning other areas. The cold wind howled, snowflakes danced, the world was a vast expanse of whiteness, no one could be seen, but a heavy scent of blood and the will to kill lurked in the calm, as though it was ready to melt this frozen world, chilling to the bone.