Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Luo pondered for a while, feeling it was necessary to speak plainly, although he knew that both Bi and Yi wouldn't want to leave, but the outcome still had to be stated clearly.

So Luo, following Yi's words, said: "Fang Tong, those good-for-nothing guys with Xie Weishan, once they run off, we won't bother with them; let's just talk about ourselves.

Hmm, let me say something harsh. If Grandpa Ye passes away later, what plans do you guys have?"

Yi didn't hesitate at all and said: "If Grandpa Ye passes away, his granddaughter will still be here, and at that time, I'll follow Xiao Shi's lead."

Hearing Yi's answer, Luo was somewhat surprised, but then again he found it reasonable. Everyone was originally on the same level, and after Grandpa Ye is gone...

Indeed, having someone climb over their heads would be very uncomfortable.

Bi felt the same way.

However, accepting Grandpa Ye's granddaughter as their leader seemed more agreeable to them.

Firstly, as the only granddaughter of Grandpa Ye, they felt a duty to protect her.

Secondly, each had a good relationship with Xiao Shi, having watched her grow up from a young age, and often treated her like their own child.

Hearing Yi's words, Bi also spoke up: "I think this is quite good; Xiao Shi has been raised in front of us, and we three uncles should continue to protect her."

Luo nodded, he had no problem with this suggestion.

Seeing that Yi and Bi both found this method agreeable, Luo said: "I might as well be clear too; actually, when I came back this time, I originally wanted to take Grandpa Ye with me to the Big Camphor Tree Base in the north.

That's where the future lies, but unfortunately, before we could act, our base already collapsed and turned into this."

Bi sniffed and asked: "Is that Big Camphor Tree Base really as good as you say?"

Luo replied: "Not that it's good, but their system is more complete, and it's further away from cities, so there are relatively fewer Zombies. Suitable for living."

Yi commented: "Although there are fewer Zombies in the rural areas, relatively speaking, the storage of various resources is also lacking, right?"

Luo shook his head and said with a sigh: "They've achieved cultivation, and their grain production is self-sufficient."

"What?!"

"What?!"

Both men looked at Luo in shock – they had also tried farming here, but it had always ended in failure.

Weather and natural disasters aside, the unpredictability of Zombies made farming outside perilous, with the risk of being chased by Zombies.

Yet farming within the base lacked the needed space and stable environmental protection.

It might look simple but achieving self-sufficiency in food supply was unimaginable.

Luo briefly described the situation of the Big Camphor Tree Base, the towering walls of the base, their strength.

And their four-tier Rank System among other things.

Among these, they were also worried about another matter: if they moved there, food would be a big problem.

After all, there were so many of them.

Hearing such concerns from Yi and the others, Luo struggled for a while before deciding not to disclose that the Big Camphor Tree Base had a portion of grain that belonged to them.

As long as Grandpa Ye was alive, they might still be able to maintain the status quo.

Luo wanted to wait and see.

...

The room was filled with the bitter scent of traditional Chinese medicine.

After Grandpa Ye woke up in the morning, he had been coughing non-stop. After having some herbal medicine, his coughing eased, but he remained drowsy throughout the day.

Over these few days since coming back, Xiao Shi appeared to have lost a lot of weight.

She, who had already put on some flesh at the Big Camphor Tree Base, now looked frail again.

At this moment, her gaze was sorrowful, her complexion somewhat pale.

Seeing the old man on the bed, who fell into sleep again after taking the medicine, the emotions in her eyes were incredibly complex.

Grandpa might not understand her, but Grandpa could unconditionally support her.

Xiao Shi looked at the old man in bed, whose white hair was somewhat yellowed and mostly disheveled.

She slowly walked to the bedside, extended her hand, and held Grandpa's rough yet skeletal hand.

She pressed Grandpa's palm against her own cheek, caressing it, feeling the warmth from Grandpa's palm.

Grandpa Ye sensed the movement and slowly opened his eyes, saying:

"Xiaoshi, you should get some rest now, I see you haven't really rested much. Go back quickly, if there's anything, I can have them come and solve it when I'm hungry."

Xiaoshi shook her head and said, "Grandpa, I just want to stay with you all the time right now."

Grandpa smiled and said, "Silly child, how could that be possible.

Cough cough cough cough."

Xiaoshi might have seen Grandpa Ye start coughing again, so she gently patted on grandpa's back.

Her heart ached tremendously.

In the past few days, she had been without sleep or rest, leaning by the bedhead, sleeping on a chair to take care of Grandpa Ye.

But watching Grandpa Ye become increasingly frail and listless day by day, she grew more anxious, constantly thinking about what she would do if the day came.

Her very last relative—if Grandpa were to leave too, then in this world, she would have no relatives left.

"Xiaoshi, these past few days, I've listened to you talk about your time at Big Camphor Tree Base, and actually, I've thought about it—if I die, you all could try going directly to Big Camphor Tree Base.

Although I still don't know much about them, from some of the things you've described, it indeed might be worth a try."

Xiaoshi nodded her head, indicating agreement; she actually also harbored such thoughts. It wouldn't be too bad to be able to return to Big Camphor Tree Base.

She was never a person with lofty ambitions, perhaps due to her family genes, she felt she learned things with high efficiency.

Recalling some experiences at Big Camphor Tree Base, Xiaoshi started discussing them with Grandpa again. Grandpa's health had been declining lately, and when he couldn't sleep, he liked to hold Xiaoshi's hand and talk.

With age, he liked to repeatedly say the same things, chat about the past, and the future, and so on.

The sky reached the dim evening again.

A hurried sound of the door opening came through, and Xiaoshi rushed out of the room.

"Uncle Yi, Uncle Luo, Uncle Bi, my Grandpa asked for you to come inside," Xiaoshi opened the door and called out to the three men.

The three men exchanged glances, understanding the significance of being asked to enter now without needing to say much.

They entered the room, and were met with a strong scent of traditional Chinese herbs.

Grandpa Ye's complexion was rosy at the moment, seemingly in good spirits and health, but everyone knew it was only temporary, the ashen color of impending death had left no trace right now.

"Little Luo, Little Yi, Little Bi, you've been with me for the longest time, cough cough. I won't beat around the bush, I'll just tell you directly.

It doesn't matter to me that Fang Tong and the others left, but you have followed me step by step to where we are now.

Now, as I am about to die, Xiaoshi is still young, she needs you three uncles to look after her. She has no other relatives besides me, you must protect her well," Grandpa Ye spoke earnestly.

When Luo and others heard Grandpa Ye say this, of course, they could not refuse, especially since it aligned with their own thoughts.

So each of them nodded in agreement, indicating no problem.

"Whooo whooo whooo—" Xiaoshi was also in the room at this moment, seeing Grandpa about to leave but still trying to arrange things properly for herself, asking the three uncles to take care of her.

Tears of emotion poured down like rain.

Grandpa Ye's rosy complexion lasted only a short while; half an hour later, his face turned ashen in an instant.

It was as if his face had lost all light, lifeless and bleak.

Xiaoshi, trembling, placed her finger at Grandpa's nose—there was no breath.

"Grandpa!" The wails of grief arose.

Outside the house, Old Luo, who was smoking, couldn't help shaking at this moment, the ashes from his cigarette fell, and along with it fell the sparks from the cigarette tip.

With the sparks gone, the smoking ended.

Old Luo pulled out a lighter from his pocket and lit it again

Took a deep breath, his hand still shaking a bit, the smoke drifting away with the wind.

"Grandpa Ye, go in peace..."

Old Luo didn't regret distributing so much food to the Survivors, as directed by Grandpa Ye; he had anticipated that the Survivors would leave later.

But he had no regrets.

He admired Grandpa Ye, a man of his old age, still with a heart of gold, still clinging to that saying: Serve the people with all one's heart.

Such a person, he deeply respected!