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

The group sneaked in through the side door. The lobby on the first floor was empty, with only overturned trash cans and scattered medical records.

The pharmacy's glass door was smashed, half of the shelves inside were overturned, and medicine bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Zhou Xuan picked up a few empty bottles and looked at them.

"Antibiotics, fever reducers, hemostatic drugs—basically all the useful ones have been bought up."

Luo Zeyan didn't say anything, and walked upstairs with his flashlight.

There were also corpses in the stairwell, and the higher you went, the more there were.

Upon reaching the third floor, a faint sound came from the end of the corridor, as if someone was rummaging through something.

He raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop, and then crept over alone.

At the corner, a man in a white coat was squatting on the ground, stuffing medicine boxes into his backpack.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up abruptly, revealing a stubble-faced man with wary eyes.

"Who?"

Luo Zeyan didn't approach, maintaining a safe distance: "Those in the riverside safety zone are here to search for medicine. What about you?"

"The doctor here." The man stood up, his white coat stained with black blood and dust. "I was on duty that day of the rainstorm and was trapped here for over a month. Later, I developed a fever and awakened my supernatural abilities, which is how I survived."

He paused, his gaze lingering on Luo Zeyan for a few seconds. "Does your safe zone...recruit people?"

"Okay." Luo Zeyan nodded. "What's your name?"

"Xu Zhongzi." The man zipped up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "I know where the medicine storehouse is. I'll take you there."

Luo Zeyan didn't hesitate: "Lead the way."

Xu Zhongzi's special ability is perception, which is not high-level, but it allows him to detect the movements of zombies in advance.

Under his guidance, the group bypassed several areas where zombies gathered and successfully reached the underground medicine storehouse.

The iron gate was locked. Xu Zhongzi said the key was in the dean's office, but there were too many zombies there to get through.

Luo Zeyan told Zhou Xuan to step back, then condensed a ball of fire in his palm. The high temperature melted the lock core, and he kicked the door open.

The medicines in the pharmacy were neatly stacked on the shelves, showing no signs of having been searched.

Zhou Xuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly called on several ordinary people to start packing the boxes.

Luo Zeyan stood guard at the door and asked Xu Zhongzi, "You were alone in the hospital for over a month, how did you survive?"

"The hospital cafeteria had food stored up, and later we also found instant noodles and bottled water in the staff dormitory."

Xu Zhongzi leaned against the wall, took a compressed biscuit from his pocket, broke it in half, and handed it over. "Want some?"

Luo Zeyan shook his head: "Keep it for yourself. Come back to the safe zone with us later. It's a waste to leave your skills here."

Xu Zhongzi didn't refuse, stuffed the biscuit back into his pocket, and smiled, "Okay."

After the supplies were loaded onto the truck, Luo Zeyan was about to get on when he suddenly heard a sharp roar coming from afar.

It's not a zombie, it's a mutated beast.

His expression changed, and he quickly pulled open the car door: "Get out of here!"

The car started, its tires rolled over the gravel, and it sped off into the distance.

In the rearview mirror, a mutant dog the size of a calf darted out from the street corner, its scarlet eyes fixed on the departing vehicle, but it did not chase after it.

If Lou Fengyue were here, she would definitely be able to tell at a glance that this is a D-level mutated dog.

Luo Zeyan stared at the rearview mirror, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Mutated animals are more troublesome than zombies.

They are fast, strong, and retain the hunting instincts of wild animals.

The extreme heat hasn't even arrived yet, and mutated beasts have already begun to emerge.

The mutated dog didn't chase because it didn't want to, but because it wasn't hungry.

When it gets hungry, the metal fence of the temporary safe zone won't stop it.

Although ordinary people don't have much fighting power, there is strength in numbers, and they moved things much faster than usual.

Luo Zeyan led the team to several more hospitals, where the number of zombies was surprisingly small, as if someone had deliberately cleared them out.

However, they didn't encounter any other survivors. Without thinking too much, they quickly took everything they could and returned to the safe zone before nightfall.

Today was our first time working together on a mission, and we did a great job. There were no casualties, and each team brought back a large amount of supplies and survivors.

Song Qingya was holding a notebook and registering information on the rescued survivors. She also needed to contact the logistics department to allocate supplies.

Seeing Luo Zeyan approach, she adjusted her glasses. "Captain Luo, have all the nearby hospitals been searched?"

"Yes, we searched the city hospital, the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, and the people's hospital, and found quite a few medicines." Luo Zeyan turned to the side and introduced the person he brought back, "This is Xu Zhongzi, a doctor at the city hospital, with sensory abilities."

A cold glint flashed across the lens and reflected in Song Qingya's pupils.

She frowned slightly, staring incredulously at the bearded man before her for a long time: "Dr. Xu? Is it really you?"

Xu Zhongzi scratched his head blankly. "You...know me?"

A rare smile appeared on Song Qingya's face. "With your addition, the most famous surgeon in Linjiang City, our safe zone medical department is even more secure."

"You flatter me." Xu Zhongzi smiled and shook hands with Song Qingya. "It's my honor that there's still something I can do to help in this world."

Luo Zeyan's gaze swept between the two of them, and he pursed his lips almost imperceptibly.

He now understood why Lou Fengyue disliked dealing with government officials.

They talk in a complicated, formulaic way, which is irritating to the ears.

"Has Loulan returned?" he asked.

Song Qingya turned to Luo Zeyan and shook her head, "Not yet, not a single word since this morning."

Song Qingya had just finished speaking.

The roar of a car engine grew louder as it approached. The gate to the safe zone opened, and a medium-sized truck bearing a courier company logo rumbled in and stopped by the roadside.

The driver's side door was pushed open, and Lou Fengyue jumped out, wearing a transparent raincoat that was stained black with blood.

He was carrying a pure gold baseball bat, which was so dirty that you could hardly tell the color anymore.

She slammed the car door shut and strode towards Song Qingya, pointing to the truck behind her: "213."

Song Qingya paused for a moment, then her pupils contracted sharply. She quickly walked to the truck and opened the cargo door.

Hundreds of people were crammed into the cargo compartment. The moment they saw the light, they all cast glances of fear or excitement.

Song Qingya hurriedly called for help to help the survivors get off the bus, settle them in, and register them one by one.

When she looked away, Lou Fengyue was no longer in sight.

Cuiping Residential Area, Building A.

Lou Fengyue took off her raincoat as she walked upstairs.

His breathing was steady, not at all like someone who had just come back from a battle.

It wasn't that she wanted to save people, nor that the system had issued a new task.

I simply cleared out the zombies on the way back so as not to scare my parents when I take them there tomorrow.

As she was cleaning, she heard someone upstairs yelling for help.

Then I'll bring it back on my way.

She never expected that she would carry more and more people along the way, making her look like a human trafficker who had to use a truck to transport people.

Lou Fengyue sighed, rubbing her forehead.

I must have been corrupted by the system.

If this continues, sooner or later the people in the safe zone will treat us like gods...