Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

"Hahaha. Did everyone hear that?" They're not taking us.

Around them, everyone was paying attention to this scene. Upon hearing the man's words, some of them picked up their spears and came over with ill intentions.

The siblings exchanged a glance.

This is bad!

They must not let them find out. What if Li Yu and the others don't accept them?

If they let them know, these people would certainly follow them.

If they let them know, wouldn't that be just like what happened at the base near Poyang Lake?

Then, going to find Li Yu and the others wouldn't be seeking help but... destroying them.

Faced with the crowd inching closer.

The siblings did not hesitate for a second.

They made a decision.

One must be grateful for kindness received.

A droplet of kindness should be repaid with a spring. Li Yu and the others had saved them and given them food. That was a huge favor!

Crows feed their parents, and lambs kneel to suckle.

As humans, one should be thankful.

So, in unison, the siblings said: "I'll tell!"

The greatest wisdom the siblings learned from surviving until now is that one must read the times to be a true hero.

Better others die than themselves.

Repaying kindness and holding grudges? Morality? What is it worth, can you eat it?

Look at how profound Chinese culture is.

No matter from which perspective, one can always find ancient sayings to justify their own behavior's reasonability.

The crowd paused, their long knives and spears not lowered, waiting for them to speak.

"We don't know where the food warehouse is. We only know that there might be a base not far to the south. The people there might have some food," the sister said.

"Oh? How do we know you're not lying?" One of them asked.

The sister was momentarily at a loss for words. After a few seconds of silence, she recounted over again how they had been captured by Brother Sheng and then saved by Li Yu and the others, who provided them with food.

"Chicken Feathers, is what this woman's saying true? You were the first one to talk about it last night," a man turned to a skinny man.

The man with sparse hair scratched his head and said, "I couldn't hear very clearly, I just heard that it seemed not far away, that they were to join them. Food in abundance. These key points."

Everyone's eyes were on the siblings. Finally, one man said, "No matter what they say, since you mentioned it's not far, we'll just follow you. Hope you don't forget your gratitude."

The siblings nodded.

The brother said, "Anyway, didn't we already go through this at Poyang Lake? The more people, the greater the strength. When we get there, we'll break in together. Once found, everyone will have something to eat, and then we can all survive."

The brother had already resigned himself to the fact that sneaking away was definitely not an option anymore. Keeping silent was also impossible.

The siblings, they just wanted food to survive.

As for the consequences of breaking in for Li Yu and others.

Sorry, they didn't want to think about that.

Better to betray a friend than to perish themselves.

Repaying kindness? Can you eat kindness? Can it let them live on?

"Right, everyone, at that time, the two of us will lead the way. But we're not too sure about the exact location, though I feel their base is around that area. When we get there, we'll find it together. Haha," the sister laughingly brought everyone into their group, volunteering them in.

But, everyone still watched them.

In these times, food is most important.

What's said aloud has no persuasive power.

Since they've heard there's food ahead, they now have an even stronger motivation.

The journey begins.

A vast tide of refugees flows on.

Heading south.

To the south, Li Yu sneezed twice and suddenly shivered all over.

An inexplicable sense of crisis overwhelmed him, yet he could not remember what it was about.

Since the last time they killed members of the Salvation Army, the girls Song Min brought with her had also learned to shoot.

These workers had started learning how to use guns early on, and at the base, Li Yu's family members, given an ample supply of bullets, had also begun to learn.

Now, out of the 70 people in the base, aside from those too young or too old, there were fifty to sixty people capable of using firearms.

But these guns were strictly controlled.

Except for, during the last Zombie Tide, when they were forced to place a Light Machine Gun at both the front and back doors due to the gates being breached.

At other times, one needed to obtain Li Yu's approval to use firearms.

The guns were under strict control. Random use was not permitted.

An absurd fact was that ever since they acquired firearms, more people had been killed with guns than zombies.

In this post-apocalyptic world, dangers come not only from zombies but more often from people!

.....

July 16th.

The refugee group had been on the move for a whole day and had rested for a night.

They set off again this morning.

The impatience on the faces of the dozens of men surrounding Zhou siblings became more and more apparent.

"Wasn't it supposed to be just a couple of days? How come we haven't arrived yet?" one man said.

"Are you two fooling us or not? Huh? Damn," another man, muscular even under these circumstances, entirely owing to taking by force.

At that moment, he stepped forward and lifted up the brother forcefully. His face was ferocious.

As if he would kill them in the next second.

"Don't be rash, Daxiong," a man with a friendly smile and a charming mature air cautioned nearby.

Upon hearing this man's voice, Daxiong's large and powerful body even trembled a bit.

He let go and stepped back.

"How long do you say we still need?" the mature man asked with a gentle voice as if he were talking to a friend.

The sister looked at this man with profound eyes. For some reason, despite his gentleness, a chill of fear surged from the bottom of her heart.

She was certain that if she didn't give him a satisfactory answer, the outcome for them as siblings would be extremely gruesome!

The sister looked around her, pondered a moment, and then cautiously said, "Half an hour's walk, not far. Really not far anymore.

When we get there, they should be close by; we'll need everyone to search. We don't know the exact location, but they must be around here."

"Haha, don't be nervous, I was just asking, it's okay, it doesn't matter if we can't find it. Relax," the mature man said elegantly.

In this apocalyptic world, amidst refugees lacking food, the mature man still maintained the demeanor of a gentleman.

As soon as these words were spoken, his mellow voice came through once again: "You siblings, lead the way well, no rush, let's go with what you said, half an hour."

"If after half an hour we still haven't reached the place you mentioned, I'll give you one more hour. If we don't find it, you can cook yourselves."

Stew themselves in a pot?

The siblings knew that this mature man, sporting a slicked-back haircut and wearing a POLO shirt, was not joking.

What's so strange about cannibalism?

But still, everyone maintained that if they could avoid eating humans, they would.

After all, such meat is not good for the body when consumed in excess.

The siblings broke out in a cold sweat and nodded repeatedly.

Then they hurriedly continued walking southward, moving quickly.

They must search quickly.

....

The base was not far off.

The massive flow of people, hardly distinguishable from zombies, dehydrated and disheveled.

Their eyes were lifeless.