"Wang Hao, what should we do now?" Upon hearing about the storm, Yin Hu panicked on the spot.
Wang Hao glanced at the snow under his feet and, after pondering for a moment, said, "Dig a hole!"
Yin Hu was startled by his words and asked in astonishment, "Dig a hole?"
Wang Hao didn't have time to answer her, grabbed the Whale Slaying Knife, and started digging a hole right where he stood.
"Don't just stand there, hurry up and help dig!"
Upon hearing Wang Hao's words, Yin Hu suddenly realized.
Wang Hao wanted to dig a hole to take shelter from the blizzard.
The Whale Slaying Knife could slice through iron as if it were mud, and he quickly dug a rectangular snow pit about two meters long, one meter deep, and thirty centimeters wide.
Looking at the snow pit, Yin Hu's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she said, "It's already ominous to be buried alive, and now you have to dig it to look like a grave?"
