The 21st floor, no elevator, going up and down is quite troublesome.
When going upstairs, Xiao Jun also saw some people going down, probably also looking for aid packages.
The two parties were very careful with each other. In this apocalypse, the trust between people has almost dropped to 0.
Back on the 21st floor, Xiao Jun unexpectedly saw that boy again. His clothes were tattered and covered in bloodstains.
This time, the boy didn't hesitate. Seeing Xiao Jun, he immediately ran over.
Xiao Jun stopped and gripped the steel knife tightly in his hand, wanting to see what this boy was up to.
When he was still three meters away from Xiao Jun, the boy stopped and kneeled on both knees, kowtowing several times.
Xiao Jun was unmoved, still holding the steel knife coldly looking at him. If he made any move, Xiao Jun would take action immediately.
The reason he didn't make a move when the boy rushed over was because he didn't hear anything harmful in his thoughts towards himself.
Xiao Jun now also understood this ability - he would only hear others' thoughts when they were directed against himself.
"What's the use of just kowtowing?"
The icy words made the boy stop kowtowing.
"My mom is dying. As long as you can save my mom, I'll do anything you want."
Under normal circumstances, the boy wouldn't have dared to come to Xiao Jun for help, even if he knew Xiao Jun could save his mother.
But two days ago, he saw Xiao Jun bringing back a large group of girls. He saw hope again.
As long as he could save his mother, he would do anything.
Over the past few days, he had also gone out to kill zombies and luckily found an aid package, but it was snatched by others.
There were many of them and he was alone. His only hope was shattered.
Yesterday morning, his mother suddenly fell ill. With long-term lack of food and low immunity, she became critically ill very quickly.
At this time, Xiao Jun was the only hope he could think of.
He had already come yesterday but unfortunately didn't find Xiao Jun. So he had been waiting here all morning. This was his last resort.
Save his mother? Xiao Jun didn't have the intention to play hero. If it had been a few days earlier, he might have considered it. But now, he had so many team members already and lacked supplies even more.
He slowly raised the steel knife in his hand. This boy was blocking his way back to his room. If he didn't get out of the way, it wouldn't be Xiao Jun's fault.
"Please, as long as you can save my mother, I, Guo Yu, will repay you like an ox or horse."
Seeing Xiao Jun's action, the boy's whole body was shaking, but he stubbornly knelt there without moving away. This was his only hope of saving his mother.
Even though he had seen Xiao Jun kill people before and knew Xiao Jun dared to kill him.
Besides, it was even more difficult to live than die in days like these.
Guo Yu? The name sounded familiar.
Xiao Jun put down his knife.
He knew this person - Chen Gang's number one general in his previous life, extremely powerful. Future City was able to withstand several zombie attacks largely thanks to Guo Yu's contributions.
【He put down the knife, there is hope. Mom, wait a little longer, your son can save you soon.】
Xiao Jun sized up the boy in front of him. The world was so big that it was possible for them to just share the same name by coincidence.
He was debating whether it was worth investing in this boy or not.
In his previous life, there was little discussion about Guo Yu. He only heard that Guo Yu had no relatives and had a irritable, bloodthirsty temperament.
Some said his only relative died without any help from others after the apocalypse came, leading to his personality change.
This matched the current Guo Yu very much.
If not for Xiao Jun, he would have gone to seek help from others, but certainly no one would have saved his mother and she was doomed to die.
"Take me to see your mother."
Standing at the door of the room at the end of the hallway, Xiao Jun tensed his nerves. He didn't rule out this was a trap with a group of people lying in ambush inside, just waiting for him to walk in and hack him to death.
After all, everyone on this floor knew he had a lot of food.
The reason Xiao Jun dared to follow was his special ability. He still had one use of teleportation left today that could guarantee his escape.
Pushing open the door, there was no ambush inside like Xiao Jun had imagined. Only a woman lying quietly on the bed, coughing feebly from time to time.
The disease itself was a small issue. The main problem was that she was starving.
"Have you gone out killing zombies before?" Xiao Jun suddenly asked.
Guo Yu nodded.
"Did you get any mutant crystals?"
Guo Yu took out a handful of mutant crystals from his pocket, seven in total. It looked like he had killed quite a few zombies.
For an ordinary person going out alone, being able to kill so many zombies, Xiao Jun became more convinced this was the Guo Yu from his previous life.
He took out a water flask from his storage space and handed it to Guo Yu, then took out a lunch box.
"First feed your mother a mutant crystal to take. Wait a bit before giving her the food. "
Guo Yu promptly did as told. He didn't feel Xiao Jun had any reason to harm them.
Besides increasing levels, mutant crystals could also restore strength and treat common illnesses even better than medicine.
"I'm giving you the water and lunch box. You can't survive here. I'll point you to a place to go."
Xiao Jun didn't want to become the city leader, so Future City would still have to be built by Chen Gang.
But he also didn't want to have an exploding threat looming over his head at all times. He needed someone with a say in Future City to help him out, and Guo Yu was the perfect candidate.
Seeing his mother's complexion improve, Guo Yu promptly kneeled down again and kowtowed several more times. Xiao Jun calmly accepted his gesture of gratitude.
"Brother, I'll remember your life-saving grace. If there comes a day when you need me, be it as an ox or a horse, I will never go back on my word."
As he spoke, Guo Yu kowtowed three more times.
His mother had woken up and was sitting in bed watching this scene, with grateful eyes.
"Take this knife. Stay alive. We'll definitely meet again."
The Bone-carving Knife that Xiao Jun collected before the apocalypse had not been put to use for a long time. Giving it to Guo Yu made good use of it.
With this knife, he would definitely be able to advance to a first-order variant soon. Then he would have enough ability to take his mother to the survivor group.
The rest depended on him.

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