The snow stopped on the second day, but the winter cold lingered, and the snow refused to melt. Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei had no choice but to continue staying here.
When they woke up the next morning, Lu Xi'an saw that the temporary frame outside the car was covered with frost. If anyone were to lick it, they'd be inseparable for sure.
The strips of meat on the frame had frozen rock hard, and the snow wrapping around them had formed into solid ice chunks. Breaking them off for use as hidden weapons would definitely work.
Lu Xi'an thought that if he had these meat strips in hand yesterday, the boar's head would have a big hole poked in it by now. The effect might have been better than using the car's wheel spokes—the boar would have just fallen without energy left to go berserk.
Neither of them rushed to collect the pork strips, letting them remain frozen in the cold. They waited another two days until the weather warmed up before dealing with them.
