Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space
Chapter 261 - 261: Sickly Gentleman

Two hours later, Jin Xuyan and his team finally cleared out all of the zombies in the area. With a wave of his hand, he burned all the zombies' corpses, leaving black ashes behind.

Since Xiao Qi was not present, Jiao Lizhi was the one who collected the crystal cores.

For an unknown reason, she noticed that the number of crystal cores appearing in the zombies was higher than usual. While she was feeling doubtful and uneasy, she still welcomed the unexpected gain.

Standing beside her, Jin Xuyan smiled when he saw his girlfriend grinning like a cat that had successfully stolen a fish. He patted her head gently and said, "We will get more later."

Jiao Lizhi nodded and said, "Brother Yan, let's finish the task and go back."

"Okay."

Before leaving, Wen Mo waved his hand, and the metal platform was turned into two airguns, several cartridges, magazines, and countless metal bullets. He handed the cartridges to Qin Luzi and filled the magazines with metal bullets.

Li Qixuan watched them with interest and asked, "Brother Wen Mo, since Brother Wen Kai can create metal, why not use new metal?"

Wen Mo looked at him with disapproval and said, "According to our ancestors' teaching, wasting resources is a sin. Recycle if you can."

Li Qixuan thought of countless reasons, but he never expected that the reason was as simple as this. They were stingy.

In the midst of his chuckles, the team rode the armored vehicles and went in the opposite direction. They needed to clear out one more zombie horde before they could go to Wei Ying's camp.

At the same time, Zhang Yuan and his team had already reached the Lin'an university area when they saw a man leaning on a car door.

Zhou Huajian noticed the man's car was emitting white smoke. It seemed that his car had broken down.

He picked up his walkie-talkie and said, "Vice Captain, there is a man up front. It seems that his car is broken. Should we stop and check on him?"

Receiving the message, Zhang Yuan leaned out the window to check the situation. Seeing the man was pale and looked sickly, he said, "Let's check on him first."

"Understood."

After receiving his vice captain's order, Zhou Huajian slowed down the bus and stopped a few meters from the man. He leaned out the window and asked, "Comrade, do you need any help?"

Hearing his voice, the man raised his head, and his deep, sharp eyes met his.

Zhou Huajian was startled by how sharp his gaze was. This sharp gaze didn't match his pale, sickly appearance. He thought the young man wouldn't respond and considered leaving.

But before he could step on the gas pedal, the young man pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, coughed a few times, and then said, "Comrade, my car is broken. Can you give me a ride to the nearest camp?"

When he heard his voice, Zhou Huajian thought of a gentle young master from ancient times. His speech was slow but firm. Despite his coughing, his breath was steady.

The moment these thoughts flashed through his mind, he knew that something was off with this young man. After hesitating for a moment, he opened the door and said, "Come up."

Before heading to the bus, the young man opened the car door and took out a backpack. Judging from the size, the backpack must contain his supplies.

The young man climbed into the bus and said with a smile, "Thank you, Comrade."

Zhou Huajian closed the door and continued to drive. Since the bus was crowded, he said, "Come and sit in the front."

Hearing this, the young man didn't refuse and walked to the front. As he sat on the stairs beside the driver's seat, several young women looked at him with disappointment.

They thought that even if the man looked sickly, he was handsome and seemed capable. If they could squeeze in next to him and let him hug them, he might feel something for them. Then, they could depend on him and no longer worry about not having supplies.

Not knowing that he had ruined several people's plans, Zhou Huajian glanced at the young man and said, "Brother, you look so young. Are you a university student?"

The young man smiled and replied, "Yeah."

"What's your name?" Zhou Huajian asked again.

This time, the young man didn't reply and looked at him with a gentle smile. After a moment of silence that made Zhou Huajian feel awkward, he finally said, "My name is Mo Junjie."

Hearing this, Zhou Huajian silently let out the breath he was holding and said, "Oh. My name is Zhou Huajian."

After he said this, he heard Mo Junjie cough a few times and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, are you okay? If you are sick, I can help you find a doctor when we arrive at the base later."

Mo Junjie covered his mouth and let out another cough before he said, "It's fine. A doctor can't help me."

The moment he heard this, Zhou Huajian felt a pang of pity, and his gaze softened when he glanced at him.

He let out a sigh and said, "Brother, you are still young. You shouldn't give up on your life so easily. Maybe the doctor can find a solution and cure your illness."

When he heard this, a flash of amusement flickered in Mo Junjie's eyes. He knew that he looked sickly and on the brink of death, but he was far from death's door.

After controlling his expression, he smiled and replied, "Brother Zhou, I'm not that young. I'm already 23 years old this year."

Zhou Huajian was taken aback by his words and said, "We are the same age, but you look like you are only 20!"

Mo Junjie smiled but said nothing. While the two of them were chatting, Pei Yijun was having an argument with his father at Jiangning City's base.

Standing in front of his father's desk, he asked, "Father, what do you mean by that?"