While others are struggling to survive and slaying zombies in the apocalypse, I'm hoarding supp

A small vine extended from her fingertip, hooked onto the man's safe, and tossed it into the carriage.

"In that case, you can give up your spot to your safe!"

The man's smile froze on his face when he heard Luo Ning's words.

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it obvious? It means we're taking your safe with us, and you're staying here. Anyway, there's only one spot per person, so you can give up your spot to your safe if you want," Luo Ning said with a smile.

The man, his face contorted with anger, opened his mouth to hurl insults, but Luo Ning's vines were already wrapped around his neck. "Are you leaving, or will you take the safe?"

The man's legs went weak instantly, and he stammered, "I'll leave, I don't want the safe anymore, let me go upstairs."

The vines loosened, and the man scrambled to his feet and ran into the car, throwing the safe out.

Those who remained on the sidelines, upon witnessing this scene, abandoned their luggage and climbed onto the vehicle.

Finally, there was only one old woman in her fifties or sixties left. She was holding a large black bag in her arms, which was about the size of a person.

She looked pleadingly at Fu Xing and the others.

"Sir, let me take this with me. I can't leave it behind."

Luo Ning's patience was wearing thin. If they dragged it out any longer, they would definitely not make it to Ningcheng by the time the severe acid rain arrived.

He glanced at Fu Xing urgingly, and Fu Xing sighed silently. He seemed to know why Miss Luo was unwilling to join them.

Although they are a rescue team, since the apocalypse, their missions have mainly involved rescuing supplies or dealing with expensive zombies. They have never carried out a mission to rescue survivors.

He never knew communicating with these people would be so difficult. He was on the verge of death, yet he still wanted to bring his belongings with him.

The girls who were initially upset saw Luo Ning sitting comfortably in the front and felt a little resentful. Why did she have to sit in the back and squeeze with so many people, while Luo Ning could sit comfortably in the front, holding a cat in her arms and petting a dog beside her?

She glanced at the large black bag in the old woman's arms and her eyes lit up.

"Madam, why don't you ask that young lady to let the cat and dog get off the bus? Then you can leave your luggage there."

Luo Ning turned to look at the girl. 124 and 125 heard her tell their owner to abandon them and roared angrily at her. Even 123 glared at her with hatred.

Luo Ning doesn't let it talk when there are many people around, otherwise it would have started cursing long ago.

Before Luo Ning could even speak after the girl finished speaking, someone next to her said something.

"Those are the mutated animals that just saved us. You actually let them get off the vehicle. Who will save us if we encounter danger later?"

The woman spoke up confidently, "Aren't they mutated animals? Just let them run with the car, and there's plenty of room for them to put things."

The speaker fell silent. Every inch of space was precious; more space meant more room for their luggage.

Luo Ning's patience was completely exhausted, and a vine stretched out in front of the two of them.

He lashed each of them twice in the face with the whip, really giving them face.

Although he had promised Grandpa Fu to rescue her, he hadn't said he would let her suffer like this.

They actually asked her to get off bus 124 and 125 right in front of her.

The two covered their faces, glaring at Luo Ning. Before they could even speak, Luo Ning's vines were already hanging in front of them.

Cheng looked at Luo Ning with admiration; he was unaware that the vines had this effect.

However, they also exhausted their superpowers, so how come she was able to use her superpowers so quickly?

He can only grow vines that are as long as a finger.

"Ten seconds. If you're not coming up, don't bother coming up at all," Luo Ning said coldly.

The old lady hugged the large black bag tightly and knelt down before Luo Ning and the others.

"Miss, please, could you please find me a place to put this luggage? It doesn't take up any space, really, I don't need the seats in front."

Seeing that Luo Ning remained unmoved, the old lady gritted her teeth and opened the large black bag. Inside was a pale-faced boy, wrapped in layers of plastic wrap.

"Miss, look, this isn't just ordinary luggage, it's my grandson, I can't abandon him."

As soon as she opened the package, a stench gradually spread out, and everyone frowned, clearly not expecting that the luggage she had been holding was actually a person, a rotting dead person.

There was another storage space under Luo Ning's car, but it was filled with her everyday items and some supplies she had collected this time.

The old lady had clearly set her sights on that spot for a while. "There it is, miss. That's where you put your luggage, right? Please make room for my grandson, okay? I'm begging you, I'll kowtow to you."

Luo Ning spoke up, "There are no seats available there."

"Old man, he's already dead. There's no use for you keeping him. Leave him here and let him rest in peace. Come up and come back to the safe base with us," Fu Xing advised.

Seeing that Luo Ning and the others showed no sign of softening their stance, the old lady flew into a rage upon hearing Fu Xing's words.

"No, I have to take my grandson with me. I won't abandon him. It's all your fault. Why didn't you come sooner? If you had come sooner, my grandson wouldn't have died. It's all your fault. You killed my grandson."

The old lady loudly berated Fu Xing and the others. Fu Xing looked at the boy, who was only eight or nine years old, and felt a pang of sadness.

Luo Ning didn't react much, only calmly asking, "This is your last chance. Are you leaving or not?"

"I won't leave unless you take my grandson with you," the old lady said firmly.

Then he looked at Luo Ning pleadingly, "Miss, please, please take my grandson with you. Throw away some of your things there and take my grandson with you. Those are just material possessions. My grandson is a person. He has never left me since he was a child. I can't abandon him."

Seeing that she was stubborn and unyielding, Luo Ning stopped arguing with her and gestured for Xiao Jie to drive.

Xiao Jie started the car, and the people in the car quickly tried to persuade the old lady.

"Grandma, he's already dead. You can't bring him back to life if you keep him with you. Get in the car now."

"Yes, the dead can't be brought back to life. If you keep him like this, you're just torturing your grandson. Your grandson certainly wouldn't want you to do this. Get in the car quickly, the rescue team is really leaving soon."

The old lady remained unmoved, only looking at Luo Ning with resentment, as if condemning her heartlessness.

Luo Ning was even more unmoved than her. This time, she learned that everyone has their own destiny and one should not easily interfere with the life or death of others.

In the apocalypse, sometimes living is more painful than dying, and she needs to learn to respect the fate of others.

The old woman knelt on the ground, holding her grandson, stroking his face, and then struggled to pick him up and retreat. She would never abandon her grandson.

Luo Ning and his group did not stop for her again and continued driving towards their destination.