Xia Ya, who followed the Lucky correctly, was altogether a different person.
"She actually got through it so well." The female survivor stared, then hurried toward Xia Ya. She needed to know for sure, she knew what Xia Ya was like during peacetime, she sought a confirmation from her, she only trusted Xia Ya, not other survivors.
"Sister Xia Ya," the female survivor approached Xia Ya, her gaze locked onto Xia Ya’s eyes, seeking in her expression any signs of coercion. If anything seemed amiss, she would not believe it.
"Hello," Xia Ya smiled.
The female survivor said, "I also came out from the Lucky. Can you tell me, is it really like he said?"
Xia Ya looked at Guan Hao, then spoke seriously and asserted, "Yes, when you ask me, I know you want the truth, so I will tell you the truth, it is really good here, very safe, very fair, you won’t feel hopeless here, you can live as usual, you can wander around, chat with friends, and even style your makeup."
The female survivor already believed it.
Xia Ya smiled and said, "Trust your feelings, your new life begins here."
The female survivor bid her farewell and returned to her companions, her face full of excitement and enthusiasm, "I believe in this place, I’m not going back, I want to stay here and live with hope just like them."
The other two survivors looked at her, then at their surroundings, and whether it was an illusion or not, they felt the air was so fresh and comforting, providing a reassuring feeling.
"We’ve decided to stay here."
The three survivors conveyed what they saw and heard to the driver.
The driver was bewildered by this news. Really? You just went in, and you’ve already decided, and these things you’re saying, it all feels a bit odd. Don’t you need to go out and scavenge for supplies?
As long as you work and earn a wage, you can buy various things, do you think this is a marketplace from peacetime?
And the big star Xia Ya living well; that’s an impossibility in any shelter. Such a beautiful star either becomes someone’s plaything or the big shot of the shelter’s...
As much as he thought this.
"I believe what you’ve said, so how about this, you stay here for now, and I’ll go back to the Lucky once. Since this place is filled with hope, why not tell others suffering like us?" the driver pondered and voiced his plan.
"Are you sure, it might be dangerous."
"Don’t worry, I’m slick at driving."
"Alright then, just be careful."
Yang Rong and Yang Lu were talking with Lin Fan.
For these siblings, they were truly impressed by Lin Fan; he arrived here covered in sticky blood, only to learn that he had wielded Frostmourne and hacked through seven or eight streets, from start to finish, drenched in zombie blood, feeling uncomfortable, and came here to take a bath.
For such a situation, the siblings could understand.
Thinking of Lin Fan slaying zombies, it was truly domineering; just recalling it felt utterly fierce. Those zombies probably died a terrible death.
"Brother Lin, have your clothes dried out?" Yang Lu liked to uncover loopholes in things, like how the sticky clothes could dry so quickly—it was a bit baffling, honestly.
Lin Fan smiled and said, "Yes, it’s simple, just spin in place wearing the clothes and they’ll dry out."
They could always learn quirky knowledge points from Lin Fan.
"How is everything on your end? People have already started living around the outskirts of the Sunshine District, and I think I can send some of the survivors from your area there," Lin Fan said.
He knew Yang Rong’s thoughts.
But when the number of survivors here becomes too large, the pressure they have to bear is considerable. In case of a zombie overrun, it could lead to injuries.
Yang Rong said, "Hmm, that’s a good suggestion. The number of survivors here is gradually increasing, among them are the elderly and children, all of whom are vulnerable groups in this apocalypse, facing survival difficulties."
Yang Lu said, "Brother Lin, wouldn’t that put pressure on the Sunshine District?"
Lin Fan laughed, "Pressure? No, not the kind you’re thinking of. The only pressure is that I might not have any stores to clear out. Hey, I used to earn a meager fee from clearing stores, now wow... that’s one less income."
Yang Lu was dumbstruck, blinking, she only felt foggy about what Brother Lin said.
Yang Rong knew his thoughts aligned with Lin Fan’s.
That was, uniting humanity.
In fact, he was wrong; Lin Fan wasn’t about uniting humanity, but providing a stable place for the survivors to live. As for dealing with zombies, he’d handle it comfortably and simply; it’s just that their sheer number made the cleanup a bit troublesome.
Yang Rong was gathering the survivors, transporting them by bus.
For these survivors, they didn’t want to leave the private estate; they felt a sense of hope alive here. Now, going to the Sunshine District and facing an unknown environment always felt a bit tense.