"This spiritual weapon is so easy to use, can it also be used in our other strongholds?" asked an investigator wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"You don't have to go in a hurry. You can come to my room for a cup of tea first and take a rest before going." The handsome pig-headed logistics captain said with a smile.

"It is indeed possible, but counting the days, it has been a few days since the thief stole our food.

"As far as I know, this spiritual weapon can last for fourteen hours." The middle-aged man replied.

The pig-headed captain with a brown birthmark on his forehead said, "The renovated underground space can be used to stack firewood, but I think it would be a pity to use it to stack all the firewood."

"Yes." The pig-headed man captain with a brown birthmark on his forehead nodded, and then followed his friend to the place where he was eating. "We just patrolled the camp and found no missing areas."

"Is this thing really useful?" one investigator asked his companions.

After being busy for more than an hour, the pig-headed warriors were all tired. Everyone put the snow-clearing tools back into the warehouse, and then quickly returned to the warm cabin.

Of course, although the wind and snow can be isolated, the cold cannot be isolated. The outdoor temperature is still very low, so investigators still need to wear thick warm clothes when going out.

"Buzz."

The light golden light emerging from the surface of the spiritual weapon became more and more intense, and finally turned into pure gold.

The investigators gathered around were blinded by the golden light, and subconsciously stretched out their hands to block their eyes.

"call……"

"This... shouldn't be used. There's no need to be so careful."

"Anything can happen. Don't be afraid of anything but the worst. It's still necessary to be prepared for the worst." said the pig-headed captain with a brown birthmark on his forehead.
Chapter completed!