The continuous heavy snow had covered Buxu City with a thick white quilt.
Before dawn, a group of street cleaners began clearing the accumulated snow on the main streets. Especially the two main avenues running east-west and north-south, as well as Zhenyue Square at the center.
"Whew… it's really cold. I need to get some hot buns and a bowl of fresh tender lamb soup later."
One of the street cleaners said, while chatting with his colleague, he knocked down an icicle hanging from the eaves.
The sharp icicle plunged straight into the snow on the ground.
Another street cleaner said, "Roasted sweet potatoes are better."
"Sweet potatoes aren't satisfying, no meat grease."
An icicle as tall as a person broke from the eaves, fell sharply, and thrust into the snow, followed by a dull piercing sound.
The two street cleaners felt something was wrong, paused for a moment, exchanged glances, and then used their tools to dig into the snow.
As they dug, a patch of red appeared.
