During the War of Resistance, We Killed the Little Devils as Pigs

Deep in the forest and snowfield, Zhou Mingan's residence looks like a lonely fortress, standing in the vast white snow. The cold wind at night whistled across the roof, causing the wind chimes on the eaves to make a shrill sound, adding a bit of mystery and terror to the atmosphere. In Zhou Mingan's bedroom, the dim light barely dispersed the shadows in the room. There were slight footsteps outside the window, like the footsteps of death, slowly approaching. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.