Su Zhiruan was lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. Soon, drowsiness overcame her, and she fell asleep next to Wen Qingyu again.
The temperature had returned to the normal teens, but regardless of day or night, there was still a thick fog with extremely low visibility outside.
In this period, she had done everything she could.
The initial tactic of killing one to warn a hundred had been effective. Ever since she had placed those with sinister intentions at the entrance of the base, many who had thought about killing and looting dismissed the idea and started to focus on planning for their futures.
At the beginning of this month, she had invested quite a bit of resources, buying tools from the System Mall that tripled her supplies, of which she distributed nearly a third.
