When Ji Zhaoxi and the others went upstairs, Yan Jiasui was arguing with Da Laocu.
"So you just let them in without my permission?" Yan Jiasui looked at Da Laocu in disbelief.
Da Laocu's face was full of awkwardness as he explained, "It's not that I wanted to let them in, but they were crying and kneeling..."
Yan Jiasui didn't want to hear his explanation anymore. Her face was very ugly. Da Laocu quickly stopped her, "Jiasui, they'll just stay for one night and leave tomorrow. Don't be so angry."
Yan Jiasui sneered, "Do you think they will leave?"
These refugees had finally found a place to rest; how could they leave so easily?
Da Laocu had also thought of this, his face flushing red. "They... they will..."
Ji Zhaoxi, who had heard the whole thing at the door, was furious.
"They aren't even people from our building, why did you make me heal them? I'm exhausted." Ji Zhaoxi's eyes turned red. "I originally wanted to rest today. I feel like my spiritual energy is almost completely drained."
Yan Jiasui's expression changed. "You even made Zhaoxi heal them?!"
Da Laocu lowered his head guiltily, not daring to speak.
Yan Jiasui walked to Ji Zhaoxi's side. Seeing her somewhat pale face, she became even more anxious. "Zhaoxi, you haven't been healing them since this morning, have you?"
Ji Zhaoxi nodded aggrievedly and leaned on her shoulder. "Sister Jiasui, Da Laocu called me over as soon as I woke up this morning. I thought they were new members. I'm so, so tired."
Pei Yufeng glanced at Ji Zhaoxi next to him. She coughed weakly, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, looking incredibly fragile.
Pei Yufeng couldn't hold back, a low, muffled chuckle escaping his throat.
Ji Zhaoxi paused and glared angrily at Pei Yufeng beside her.
Yan Jiasui's anger reached its peak when she learned that Da Laocu had also called other people in the building to take care of those refugees.
Da Laocu remained silent due to a guilty conscience.
For the entire night, Yan Jiasui negotiated with those refugees, but they simply wouldn't listen. Now that they were in, they were determined to die in this building if they had to. Yan Jiasui was mentally and physically exhausted by these people.
Moreover, there were many elderly people and children among the refugees. The other refugees kept talking to her while the elderly and children cried beside them.
Da Laocu watched this scene from upstairs and let out a long sigh of relief.
He knew Yan Jiasui would agree. Although this move was indeed a bit risky, it was the most effective.
He Qiuyun was already dead. Da Laocu had been thinking about what he should do in the future. The ecosystem in the building was already fixed, and new people had to be added to break this situation.
Ji Zhaoxi was called by an old man to treat a little girl. The little girl had a high fever, and the situation was extremely critical.
Seeing the old man crying with snot and tears, Ji Zhaoxi's heart softened, and she went over.
In the apocalypse, once a child got a fever, they weren't far from death.
When Ji Zhaoxi went over, the child was burning up so badly that her whole body was convulsing, and the wounds on her body had split open.
The old man knelt on the ground, his eyes full of tears. "Please save my granddaughter, please, she is my only hope left in this world..."
Ji Zhaoxi really couldn't bear to see the old man like this. She whispered, "Get up first, I'll heal her."
The old man stood beside her with a hunched back, looking at the little girl lying on the bed. He cried while wiping his tears.
Ji Zhaoxi placed her hand on the little girl's forehead, and a faint green light flickered continuously. After a short while, the little girl's breathing steadied, and her flushed red face gradually returned to normal.
"It's done." Ji Zhaoxi looked at the old man beside her. "These next few days, you should..."
Smack—
A withered, blackened hand suddenly grabbed Ji Zhaoxi.
The old man, who had just been wiping his tears, instantly changed his expression and started wailing desperately.
"Help! Help! My granddaughter was fine just a moment ago, but after she treated her, she's not breathing anymore!"
The old man cried and shouted, "What should I do! What should I do! I only have this one granddaughter. I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live! You must pay for my granddaughter's life!"
"My granddaughter is still so young, you must compensate me with supplies! You have to give me supplies!"
The old man's eyes rolled upward, revealing large areas of the whites of his eyes. The deep, bone-deep wrinkles on his face writhed crazily on his skin.
Ji Zhaoxi was immediately scared to tears by his ghastly appearance. Crying, she kicked hard at the old man at her feet. "Let go of me right now!"
The old man was kicked so hard by Ji Zhaoxi that he vomited blood, but he just wouldn't let go of her, constantly shouting that she had to compensate him with supplies.
The surrounding refugees watching the scene seemed to have received some kind of signal, their eyes locking fiercely onto Ji Zhaoxi.
Noticing the surrounding gazes, Ji Zhaoxi became even more terrified. Tears fell patter-patter. The old man on the ground had been kicked by her until he was on his last breath, his breathing gradually growing faint.
The outside of the room was completely surrounded by refugees. The refugee at the very front walked in, his eyes full of greed. "You killed his granddaughter..."
Ahhhh—
Just as the man's hand tried to get close to Ji Zhaoxi, she was startled. Crying, she picked up a knife and stabbed it right into the center of his palm.
The tip of the knife pierced through the thin skin, violently prying open the gap between the bones in his palm. The man's face twisted in agonizing pain. He fell to the ground, screaming uncontrollably.
Ji Zhaoxi cried her heart out in the corner. Why hadn't anyone come to save her yet?
Bang—
The few people blocking the doorway were suddenly kicked hard against the wall, and the atmosphere instantly fell dead silent.
Pei Yufeng looked at Ji Zhaoxi, whose eyes were red from crying in the corner, his face incredibly gloomy.
Pei Yufeng walked up to Ji Zhaoxi, pulled her with a cold face, and headed outside. Ji Zhaoxi sobbed as she followed him.
Right then, a few of the more muscular refugees stepped forward, trying to block them.
"She can't..."
Pei Yufeng exuded a terrifying hostility. Without any warning, he kicked the man squarely in the chest. The impact of his military boot against the ribs let out a dull crack.
Those burly men smashed heavily against the base of the wall, letting out a sharp gasp before their faces sank into the shadows, never moving again.
The others looked at them with fearful eyes and silently backed away.
Inside the room.
Pei Yufeng roughly pressed Ji Zhaoxi into his arms. Her tears soaked straight through his clothes. Ji Zhaoxi cried so hard she couldn't catch her breath, sobbing uncontrollably.
"You were right before, I'm just stupid. Why did I even go in..."
Pei Yufeng's heart was a total mess. He wanted to scold her and tell her to stop crying, but he realized he was completely helpless against her right now.
Pei Yufeng frowned as he looked at her, his voice stiff. "Who said you were stupid? A child had a fever, it's perfectly normal for you to go in and take a look."
Her tears slid directly into his collar. Pei Yufeng stiffened rigidly, awkwardly trying to comfort her, "Don't cry."
He hugged Ji Zhaoxi tightly, furrowing his brows deeply. "If you keep crying, I'll throw you out to feed the zombies."
Ji Zhaoxi cried even louder, making Pei Yufeng instantly at a loss for what to do.
Imitating what Wen Ruixin had done earlier, he rested his large hand on the back of her head and stroked down her hair, his movements incredibly clumsy and unpracticed.
Pei Yufeng let out a sigh. Gently patting her back, he coaxed her softly.
"Alright, everything is okay now."
