When Fang Zheng and the others arrived, the entire camp was completely destroyed. The storm had torn apart the wind walls and tents they had built; only a few tents remained intact. The three erected drills had all collapsed. But that wasn't the main point; the main point was those corpses.
Professor Lake's expedition team had brought over a dozen people and eight sled dogs. However, now, the entire campsite was only filled with human and sled dog corpses. They weren't frozen to death; on the contrary, whether human or dog, they were twisted and shattered like someone wringing a towel, turning into gruesome remains.
The scene was so horrifying that many stood dumbfounded for a long time before coming to their senses, and at this moment, Fang Zheng lightly coughed.
"Excuse me, but shouldn't we... bury these people first?"
"Ah, right..."
