Chapter 65: Strange Disease.

A middle-aged man waved at Zhong Mei, signaling her to hand him the loudspeaker. He took it, cleared his throat, and spoke passionately with cadence, "Family members! Get moving! Are you really satisfied with your current life of fear and mediocrity? Why not work together and use our hands to build a better tomorrow! Don't think your power is insignificant. A blade of grass can purify the air, and a small flower can beautify the world. The same is true for people. Everyone's existence has irreplaceable uses. Boldly contribute your own value. I believe that any contribution you make to the group now will be rewarded in the future! Come on, little brother, answer me, what did you do before?"

The man who was named shyly said, "I work in a shoe factory."

"You're more familiar with the structure of shoes than any of us. We can always ask you to repair broken shoes in the future. Little sister, what contribution do you think you can make to our future?"

"have no idea……"

"Believe me, you can, but you haven't thought of it yet. I'll ask the next person first. When I come back, I'll ask you this question again. I hope you can give me a firm answer then!"

Fang Botao folded his arms and moved closer to Zhong Mei, watching the fun with a smile: "This person is quite interesting."

Zhong Mei remembered the name this man had registered with him, and he had researched his occupation in the afternoon, so he picked up the information and flipped through it.

"Zhou Dahu, 48 years old, used to specialize in selling self-help books and elderly health products."

"Oh! He's right. Everyone has his or her own use."

This time, Shu Lan covered her own nose and Shu Maomao's nose with a wet towel, and walked along the edge of the square under the sunset while promoting the growth of corpse weed.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. She used to be a woman who came from a garbage dump, but now she can't even stand this little smell... Ugh, it really stinks.

Shu Maomao suddenly stopped and turned around.

Shu Lan waved her hand: "It's okay, go on, I can still bear it for a while."

Shu Maomao pointed behind her: "Mommy, he has been following us."

Shu Lan looked back in confusion and saw a half-headed figure in the distance, curled up like a snail, crawling slowly towards her.

She waved to Shu Maomao and walked over to Huo Yu together. "Why are you following me when your leg is broken? Why don't you just rest and take care of it? Do you have something to say?"

Huo Yu stammered as he explained, "I've had my meal, and someone else...used their special powers to help me, so it's all right."

Shu Lan tilted her head and saw that he had changed into a clean pair of pants. His injured leg, which had previously only allowed him to drag himself, could now kneel straight. Their Meimei was as kind as ever.

"It's okay pretty fast."

"Do you want it?"

"What?"

Huo Yu summoned up all his courage and raised his chin so that he could secretly see her face clearly.

Qin Xiaoshuang seems to like tying her hair into a low ponytail, which makes her look gentle and amiable, without any aggressiveness.

"My special ability is for you."

Huo Yu heard that her son was a plunderer who could take other people's superpowers and use them for himself.

Shu Lan became interested and squatted down to look him in the eye, a faint smile in her eyes: "Because I avenged you, you have to give me your self-healing ability. You are quite grateful."

Huo Yu was startled by her sudden approach and quickly looked away.

Shu Lan turned around and asked Shu Maomao, "Baby, do you want it?"

Shu Maomao wasn't too interested: "No."

Self-healing is not as fast as reversal.

"We don't want it, go back."

Shu Lan stood up and returned to her post to plant grass with Shu Maomao.

After walking for a while, Shu Maomao turned around, and Shu Lan also turned around, and saw that Huo Yu was still following behind, not too far away, and his presence was noticeable but not strong.

Shu Maomao said, "Mommy, he doesn't listen to you."

Shu Lan sympathetically said, "Forget it, let's not bother with him. He's mentally ill, an illness that even supernatural powers can't cure."

"A strange disease."

"Yeah, a strange disease."

After planting a circle of grass, it was almost eight o'clock and the sky was completely dark. Shu Lan walked back with a flashlight, feeling disgusted with herself: "I have to take a shower tonight. Mommy feels like I'm being smoked."

When passing by Huo Yu, Huo Yu was kneeling with his head down like a devout pilgrim. Seeing his back and the back of his head, it was both pitiful and weird for a tall man to always kneel on all fours like this.

Shu Lan squatted down again: "I say, what are you trying to achieve by following me like this?"

"I want to ask you...whether you want to get a dog..."

Hearing this, Shu Lan instantly got goosebumps all over her body and frowned, "You're seriously ill. Can you please wake up? You're a human, from beginning to end. Humans and dogs are two different species! You took what someone said to bully you seriously."

Huo Yu closed his eyes, his throat bitter and dry: "I don't know what value I have to you."

Shu Lan was speechless for a moment. Many people who should have taken her words to heart had heard what she said in the afternoon, but Huo Yu, who should not have taken them to heart, took them very seriously.

But this person was so pitiful that she couldn't say anything harsh. She could only explain slowly, "Anyone with a little intelligence should understand. With my son's current strength, even if I don't take you to build an underground base, we can hide in Lin Yi's space, or in a remote place, and live a comfortable life until we die. What do you think your value is?"

Huo Yu remained silent. There was nothing wrong with what she said.

"It's mainly because I think my son is only five years old and has to live a life of eating, sleeping, fighting zombies and waiting to die. It's the same every day. That's very boring. So when I have the energy to spare, I will let more people survive. This way, life will become more fun. I'm not kidding, this is your true value to me."

If Zhong Mei wasn't there, Shu Lan and Shu Maomao wouldn't have a third person to play Landlord.

If there were no Secretary Shi, although Secretary Shi is indeed gone now, with Shu Lan's knowledge, Shu Maomao might never have known what concrete is or what the riverbank is used for in his life.

If there was no Sister Wang, we wouldn't be able to taste more diverse dishes; if there was no Fang Botao, the zombies killed would pile up into mountains; if there was no Ji Xin, no one would tell Shu Maomao the story of Spider-Man vs. Godzilla.

It's okay to save him or not. Becoming a commander and finding something to do is just an experience that enriches the lives of her and Shu Maomao.

Otherwise, why would you grab so many superpowers? Playing with yourself? That would be so boring.

"It was Lin Yi who made you kneel down, not me. I have no obligation to cure your mental illness. If you follow me, I won't have time to care about you. Only you can help you stand up again."

Shu Lan felt that she had made her words clear enough, so she stood up and continued walking back holding Shu Maomao's hand.

Huo Yu was like a sad ghost, ignored and abandoned in the night.

He recalled her words, took a deep breath, and tried to straighten his back. The pain hidden deep in his subconscious immediately emerged with its fangs and claws, hitting his fragile soul hard.

He instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his newly changed clothes were soaked, and his shoulders were shaking constantly.

Unable to stand up, his pride and all his dignity had been shattered.

Suddenly, a strong light shot from the front, illuminating the ground in front of him. Someone was waiting for him with a hard mouth but a soft heart.

Huo Yu was stunned, the pain in his eyes collapsed into soft wetland. He raised his palm and pressed it on the beam of light.