You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

"Zeyan, it really is you..." Lin Xiulan hugged her son, sobbing uncontrollably.

Luo Linyang shifted his body with difficulty, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked up at his son, his eyes filled with tears, "You've lost weight..."

When the neighbors saw this, some couldn't help but shed tears, while others clenched their fists in anger.

Three new locks locked the person in a storage room without even windows.

There were two people in the room, and only half a bottle of water and a bag of biscuits left.

This isn't quarantine, it's just letting people wait to die!

Several middle-aged men turned and rushed out of the building, shouting at the top of their lungs, "It's true! Don't be fooled by this scumbag! Old Luo and his wife are locked in the storage room, with three locks on it!"

Immediately, discussions arose.

"Three locks? That's like keeping people locked up like livestock!"

"I thought he was a kind-hearted person, but I never imagined he wanted to feed us to the zombies!"

"Poor Old Zhao and his family, five people in total! I thought they went to a safer place, but I never expected..."

"Who says otherwise? Old Chen's daughter is pregnant... I initially thought the pregnant woman should go first, but I never expected..."

"That heartless scoundrel, beat him to death!"

When Lou Fengyue stepped out of the No. 3 building, she saw her neighbors rushing out with their weapons, swarming around Meng Bochao.

She didn't stop them; these people needed to find a place to vent their fear and anger.

However, they hadn't had a proper meal in a long time, so after fighting for about ten minutes, they were so tired that they sat down on the ground.

Lou Fengyue winked at Li Yichen.

Li Yichen stepped forward knowingly and said, "Uncles and aunts, please go back inside and rest, and pack your things. We have already contacted the authorities, and someone will come to pick you up and take you to the safe zone first thing tomorrow morning."

"There are still a few powerful zombies upstairs that haven't been dealt with. Don't go out tonight. Lock your doors from the inside and don't come out no matter what noise you hear."

Being deceived is a terrible feeling; several middle-aged women already had red eyes and were sniffling.

"Yichen, we don't trust anyone else now, only you and Zeyan. Whatever you say goes." One of the older women got up, patted her bottom, and said, "Everyone go back inside and wait for the person with the credentials to come and pick us up tomorrow before we leave."

The crowd came in droves and dispersed just as quickly.

Li Yichen looked at Lou Fengyue, his eyes still a little red, "I'll go find my parents first."

"Yes, they're on the third floor, the third apartment."

Li Yichen rushed up the stairs.

Lou Fengyue glanced at the pile of nearly burned corpses, then turned and returned to the storage room where Luo Linyang was imprisoned.

Luo Zeyan sat next to the wooden table, while the tall, muscular man on the small stool looked somewhat strained.

But he didn't care at all. He took out two boxes of self-heating rice from his backpack and started pouring water into them to heat them up.

"Uncle and Auntie." Lou Fengyue took off her dirty raincoat, placed it at the door, and went in to greet them.

"Hello." Lin Xiulan quickly smiled gently, but her posture seemed a little awkward.

Luo Zeyan stood up and introduced, "She was my class monitor in my first year of high school, Lou Fengyue."

Lin Xiulan was surprised for a moment, then her eyes lit up as she carefully examined Lou Fengyue's features: "I remember you, you're that girl who gets excellent grades and is so cute!"

Lou Fengyue nodded slightly, not responding to the compliment.

Having received an affirmative answer, Lin Xiulan looked Lou Fengyue up and down again: "Why have you lost so much weight? Stop thinking about dieting, you should eat more. Health is the most important thing."

"Hmm," Lou Fengyue replied indifferently, "Thank you, Auntie."

She then took out a box of hemostatic ointment from her pocket and handed it to Luo Zeyan: "I've contacted Fang Yuan. The Yulin Safety Zone will send a car to pick us up tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you." Luo Zeyan took the ointment, his gaze towards her deep. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

"In the car." Lou Fengyue pulled her mask up a little, turned to look at Lin Xiulan and Luo Linyang, "I won't disturb your reunion, I'll go out first."

Lou Fengyue turned and walked out.

Luo Zeyan followed for two steps, stopped at the door, and watched her bend down to pick up the dirty raincoat, drape it over her arm, and walk towards the end of the corridor without looking back.

Her back was slender, but her steps were as steady as if she were taking a walk in her own backyard.

Luo Zeyan clutched the box of ointment, standing there for a few seconds until Lin Xiulan called out to him from behind, "Zeyan, the food is ready."

"They're here."

He turned back, opened the self-heating rice, and handed it to his parents.

Then he sat down by the bed and skillfully unwrapped the gauze wrapped around his father's leg.

The wound was quite deep. It wasn't disinfected or treated after the injury, and with the recent rain and humid air, it was difficult to cope with the situation.

The skin and flesh of the wound were turned inside out, the edges had begun to turn black, and pus was oozing out.

Luo Zeyan frowned, squatted down, and took out a bottle of mineral water and a basic medical kit from his backpack.

Take out a cotton swab and clean away the dirt around the wound.

Lin Xiulan watched from the side, her heart aching as she wiped away tears.

"What's there to cry about? It's just a minor injury," Luo Linyang said nonchalantly, but still reached out and patted his wife's shoulder.

After disinfecting, Luo Zeyan unscrewed the hemostatic ointment, scooped out a little, and applied it to the wound.

The cool, snow-white ointment was applied to the wound and absorbed completely in the blink of an eye.

The blackened edges gradually faded, the pus stopped oozing out, and pink new flesh grew from the opened wound at a visible speed.

Luo Zeyan scooped out some more ointment and continued to apply it.

"This...this..." Luo Linyang looked down at the healing wound on his leg, his lips trembling. "What kind of medicine is this?"

"Lou Fengyue's own medicine has miraculous effects on external injuries." Luo Zeyan lowered his head, spreading the ointment evenly, his voice very low, "Don't ask, and don't tell anyone."

"Oh, oh..." Luo Linyang nodded.

Lin Xiulan's tears stopped, and she stared curiously at the healing wound on her husband's leg, stammering, "This medicine... must be very precious, right?"

Luo Zeyan paused for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and screwed the cap back on.

"I don't know," he said, "but anyway, it's very precious to us."

He didn't know where these ointments came from, nor did he know how much Lou Fengyue had in stock.

All I know is that she's never stingy with these things for people she knows.

During the last rescue in Yunhe Community, Zhou Hao's carotid artery was bitten and he bled profusely.

Lou Fengyue used up an entire jar of clotting ointment to save his life.

Without uttering a single complaint, nor seeking any reward for the favor.

His attitude was so nonchalant, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

Lin Xiulan, as if struck by a sudden thought, asked, "How come she came back with you?"

"The Yulin safety zone needs support, so she's leading a team. Besides me and Li Yichen, there are three special police officers," Luo Zeyan explained simply, not wanting his mother to overthink things.

If someone misunderstands his relationship with Lou Fengyue, their future meetings will likely only become more awkward.