Ridiculous! Tang Ling stared at Su Yao in front of him with only one thought in his mind.
He could not describe the despair in his heart. He had tried so hard to bring his grandmother and sister into the safe zone, but when he woke up, he realized that he was the only one alive. He was still in the safe zone, and he was facing a complete stranger who was as strong as a bull.
What should he say? What kind of reaction should he give? Tang Ling was not afraid at all since his heart was dead. He was not afraid of death after losing his pillar of support.
"Fine." After staring at Tang Ling's empty gaze for almost a minute, Su Yao felt a deep sense of defeat in his heart, so he threw Tang Ling on the bed.
"Is this how you treat your savior?" Su Yao was a little angry, but more than that, he felt helpless. He curled up on the sofa and placed his long and muscular legs on the coffee table, causing a heavy thud.
He took out another cigarette and lit it up. He felt like it was time for him to use a strong dose of medicine.
However, Tang Ling did not react at all. He remained in the same position that Su Yao threw him on the bed. As a matter of fact, Tang Ling could no longer move. After he woke up, the weakness in his body was stronger than ever before.
On top of that, he had been standing in front of the window for almost eight hours.
It was the only belief that kept him going. If hell really existed, he could at least tell his grandmother and sister what Safety Sector No. 17 was like when he got there.
As a matter of fact, the place was nothing like heaven.
The muddy road and the densely packed stone houses overlapped each other. Some were tall and some were short, but they were all like ant boxes, causing one to feel suffocated.
Tang Ling could not see too far away, and the hustle and bustle that blocked out the sun and the sky made many places as dark as dusk.
Even though this was just a corner of Safety Sector No. 17, how much better could they be compared to the people in the settlement?
Maybe it was a sense of security?
Tang Ling's heart was in pain and numb from despair, so he did not even notice the knocks on the door.
Su Yao, on the other hand, glanced over at Tang Ling, who was lying on the bed like a dead dog, and opened the door.
The cooking maiden was twisting her hips seductively as she walked into the room with a pot of fragrant meat soup.
She did not care about Tang Ling at all. After she placed the soup on the table, she saw that Su Yao was reluctant to leave, but a hostile gaze from Su Yao sent her away.
"Drink it." Su Yao placed the meat soup in front of Tang Ling. He thought he was being very gentle.
In fact, the appearance of this meat soup was very good. It was steaming hot and had been simmering for almost an entire day. The milky white soup was emitting oil, and the large pieces of meat that were originally somewhat tough had also been cooked until they were soft and about to separate from the meat.
The emerald green, precious vegetables were probably added last, floating on the milky white soup.
Tang Ling had lived for 15 years, but he had never seen such an extravagant meat soup before, let alone seen it before.
Even so, Tang Ling did not even move his eyes.
"Hehe, in this era, you don't even have the basic piety in front of food! Looks like after you recover, I'll have to beat you up a few times for your attitude. "Surprisingly, Su Yao was no longer angry. He clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles.
He did not say anything else. He walked to the corner of the room, opened the cupboard, and took out a backpack. He picked Tang Ling up and threw it in front of the backpack.
A heavy thud came from the hard floor, but strangely enough, Tang Ling did not even feel any pain from his body. Su Yao calmly squatted down and opened the backpack.
A bloody dress was handed to Tang Ling.
Tang Ling looked up abruptly. Even though the dress was torn beyond recognition, he could still recognize the familiar patterns and patches at first glance.
It was a dress made of cloth. It was San San's favorite and also the most extravagant dress.
Even when she was escaping, she purposely wore the dress inside.
Tang Ling snatched the dress and held it tightly in his hand. He buried his face in the dress and could even smell the familiar scent of dried potentilla chinensis.
"San San …" Tang Ling's throat was dry and unpleasant to the ears. He wanted to cry, but there were no tears. His eyes were hurting badly.
"Unfortunately, this is all I found. In this era, you might have to get used to a living person turning into ashes in the blink of an eye. " Su Yao's tone softened. It was obvious that he wanted to comfort Tang Ling, but the words that came out of his mouth only added more despair.
Tang Ling did not reply, but there was finally a tinge of gratitude in his eyes. He did not care about his own life, but he was grateful that the man before him had the heart to find this tattered dress.
"This is for you too. I had no choice. There's only a little of my body left, so … "As he spoke, Su Yao fished out a small pot from his backpack and placed it in front of Tang Ling.
Tang Ling was not an idiot. He understood what Su Yao was trying to say. He grabbed the clay pot and realized that it was unbelievably light.
Tang Ling grabbed it so hard that his knuckles turned white.
It was all the strength he had left. All he could grab was the tattered dress and the pot that contained his grandmother's ashes.
"Thank you." Tang Ling lowered his head and uttered the two words with difficulty. His eyes were getting emptier.
The relic was not a consolation. It shattered the last bit of hope and fantasy in his heart.
"What's the meaning of 'thank you'? I thought hatred could support you. "Su Yao took a deep puff of his cigarette and squinted his eyes again.
Tang Ling was at a loss. Hatred? Was it for the zombies? The life that he longed for was living with his sister and his grandmother.
Was there any meaning in searching for those mindless zombies? Tang Ling was not motivated at all.
Su Yao was not in a hurry. He sat down in front of Tang Ling with his legs crossed and spat out a mouthful of smoke. He then took something out from his pocket and passed it to Tang Ling.
"You wouldn't think that everything is a coincidence, would you? Take a look at this. Every injustice has a perpetrator and every debt has a debtor! If you are a man, even if you want to die, shouldn't you at least give yourself an explanation? "
"Maybe those stupid higher-ups in Safety Sector No. 17 are to blame too?" Su Yao purposely added as if he thought that the fire was not burning hot enough.
Tang Ling widened his eyes when he saw the item in Su Yao's hand. He was so shocked that he wanted to stand up, but his weakness made him kneel on the ground.
"W-Where did this come from?" Tang Ling's breath became hurried. His weak state made it difficult for him to speak, and now that he asked the question, it took all his strength to hold it in, causing his face to turn red.
"It came from a battle. Unfortunately, I didn't win, so I managed to escape with my life. But in the future, do you have any reason not to win? "Su Yao casually stated.
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