Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Little Yellow Hair then realized that Zhou Tiannian's purpose in coming here in person was probably for this.

He could only nod repeatedly.

"Understood, understood! I will definitely find Master Zhou!"

He then led three hundred men toward Master Zhou's residence.

Ma Xiaoyan only needed two hundred people, but Zhou Tiannian brought five hundred this time, with the extra three hundred being for finding people.

Zhou Tiannian didn't speak again, but turned his head and glanced at the silent city once more.

The wind blew in from Victoria Harbour, carrying the salty smell of the sea and the lingering stench of decay unique to the apocalypse.

He suddenly remembered a long time ago, in that small video arcade, when the man on the screen smiled and uttered that line:

"Strive! Fight!"

Back then, he was just a clueless kid who thought that's how the world was—as long as you work hard, you can make a name for yourself.

He later amassed a fortune of several billion.

Then, the world became what it is today.

But he still wanted to find that person.

It wasn't for any particular reason, I just wanted him to know—that someone still remembers him, someone still needs him, and someone still wants to hear him say one more word:

"Strive! Fight!"

Calming himself down, Zhou Tiannian began contacting Ma Xiaoyan.

The communicator connected quickly, and Ma Xiaoyan's voice sounded somewhat tired: "Boss Zhou, have you arrived?"

"We've arrived." Zhou Tiannian skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point, "What's the situation on your end?"

Ma Xiaoyan gave a brief explanation.

They are cleaning up the honeycomb-like subdivided flats on Hong Kong Island. Each room is divided into seven or eight smaller rooms, housing more than a dozen families. Before the apocalypse, they were densely packed pigeon coops, and after the apocalypse, they have become a maze.

Searching each room one by one was an enormous undertaking.

In addition, there is a severe shortage of military survivors here, and the number of people who can do the work is pitifully small.

She had previously defeated an S-class powerhouse at the port and seized a batch of supplies. She originally planned to wait until all the supplies in the port city were gathered before having Lin Chen collect them, but now she had to send some people to guard the area.

We are completely short-handed.

Zhou Tiannian quickly replied, "Okay, we'll be right there."

He then led his men to the location given by Ma Xiaoyan.

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Little Yellow Hair and a few others followed the address Zhou Tiannian had given them and searched all the way there.

There are very few zombies on the road now, and if you do encounter a few, they are usually dealt with by others.

It must be thanks to Ma Xiaoyan and the others; their three hundred people seem somewhat redundant.

After walking through several streets, the view gradually opened up before us.

This place is full of luxury mansions, built against the mountain and facing the sea.

Before the apocalypse, those who lived here were either extremely wealthy or powerful. Luxury cars were parked at the gate, and pedigree dogs were kept in the yard. The iron gate alone was worth a lifetime's earnings for an ordinary person.

Now, the iron gate lies crookedly on the ground, covered with footprints and bullet holes.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the snow covered the withered leaves.

Most of the windows of the mansion were broken, and the windows were dark, like empty eyes.

Every building seemed to have been looted; furniture was smashed, wallpaper was torn, and carpets were rolled up.

The blond-haired guy glanced at it a few times, said nothing, and just quickened his pace.

They turned into a deeper alley, lined with detached villas on both sides, and the situation was similar to the previous alley.

When he reached the end of the alley, the blond-haired guy stopped and looked at the blurry photo on his phone.

This is it.

The door was open. It hadn't been forced open; it was ajar, with a crack in the door.

The blond-haired boy pushed open the door and stepped into the broken glass, making a crunching sound.

The first floor was empty; the sofa had been torn open, and the foam was spilling out.

The bookshelf collapsed, and the books were scattered all over the floor, trampled to pieces.

There were still unburnt photo albums in the fireplace, their edges charred and curled, the faces in the photos no longer legible.

He glanced at it, then started walking upstairs.

At the corner of the stairs, a vase was broken on the ground, and a slipper lay next to the shards.

Old-fashioned, made of cotton, with soles worn white.

The blond-haired boy paused for a moment, then continued walking uphill.

The second floor is quieter.

He looked through each room down the corridor—bedrooms, studies, dressing rooms—all of which had been turned upside down.

Only the small room at the end of the corridor had its door closed.

He walked over and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

He knocked twice more.

There was a rustling sound coming from inside, like someone moving footsteps or carrying something.

"Master Zhou?" the blond-haired boy called out tentatively. "We're here to rescue you."

There was a moment of silence.

The door opened a crack.

An eye peered through the crack in the door. It was cloudy, weary, and carried the wariness characteristic of the apocalypse.

The blond-haired boy instinctively took a half-step back, then stood still.

After hesitating for a while, he managed to squeeze out, "Are you... alright?"

The eye through the crack in the door blinked, and a hoarse voice came from inside: "Who are you? There are no more supplies in the house."

The blond-haired man spoke softly, "Master Zhou, we've come to rescue you. We'll take you to a place where there's no extreme cold."

There was a moment of silence inside. Then, the door slowly opened.

An old figure stood behind the door.

The blond-haired man was slightly taken aback. According to the information Zhou Tiannian had given him, this person was not yet seventy, but the person in front of him looked like an elderly man who was nearly eighty.

His back was hunched, his face was deeply lined, and his hair was completely white, sparsely plastered to his scalp.

Only the outline of that face vaguely reveals the shadow of his youthful vigor.

Master Zhou squinted as he looked them over, his gaze sweeping across each face before finally settling on the blond-haired boy.

He asked, "Save me? To a place where there's no extreme cold?"

The blond-haired boy nodded vigorously: "Yes."

Master Zhou fell silent.

He stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, head down, as if deep in thought.

After a long while, he raised his head, his lips twitching as if he wanted to laugh but didn't: "Thank you for remembering me... but it's no longer necessary."

He coughed violently a few more times, his voice even lower: "I think I'm about to die. I won't trouble you any longer."

Only then did the blond-haired man notice that Master Zhou's face was pale with a sallow tinge, his lips were dry and cracked, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked as if his whole body had been hollowed out.

He panicked, and his voice trembled: "What's wrong with you? Don't worry, we have healing-type ability users; they can definitely cure you!"

He quickly gave a wink.

A henchman with healing abilities immediately stepped forward, a soft light emanating from his palm, enveloping Master Zhou.

The light seeped into his body, and his pale face seemed to regain a little color, and his spirits improved.

But after the younger brother stopped, his face returned to its sallow color.

"Brother Yellow Hair," the underling leaned closer and whispered, "Master Zhou isn't injured, he's... he's almost out of life force. My special ability can't cure this."

The blond-haired boy was stunned.

Life force exhausted? What to do then?

His mind raced, then suddenly he remembered something and grabbed his underling's arm: "Do you know who can cure this?"

The younger brother was startled. After thinking for a moment, he stammered, "I heard... that Miss Jiang Yingxue in the inner city has an S-rank Life Light ability that can restore a person's life force..."

The blond-haired boy was stunned.

The inner city. Jiang Yingxue.

Those are Boss Lin's men.