Chapter 3: The Qin family father and daughter recognize each other as masters!

Wei Lun had never felt so important. Qin Mutong seemed to be begging him. Looking at such a beautiful girl, if he refused, it would leave a rift in his heart forever.

Wei Lun thought to himself that he had come here to explore the wasteland, and he would encounter this kind of thing often in the future, so he said decisively, "Quick, take me to see it, I'm afraid it will be too late if we wait any longer!"

Qin Mutong led the way, jogging along. Wei Lun looked at her graceful figure, feeling increasingly aroused, thinking to himself: I must hold back, I am a model modern person!

Finally, after jogging for ten minutes, I saw a man fighting alone against a group of zombies with a hunting rifle. His body was covered in blood and grime, but unfortunately, the man's gun was out of bullets.

Because in the apocalypse, weapons are only accessible to the wealthy. The poor are left with only ordinary bullet guns that have long been obsolete. Laser guns and electromagnetic cannons are out of their reach. This has led to many poor people being mercilessly killed by zombies in the apocalypse, without any ability to resist.

Wei Lun and Qin Mutong arrived just in time. The man, named Qin Jiayou, was Qin Mutong's father. He looked exhausted, and the ground was piled high with zombie corpses.

"What a man!" Wei Lun couldn't help but exclaim.

Qin Mutong was in a state of turmoil. Seeing her father's tears streaming down his face, he looked at Wei Lun with tender and pleading eyes. At this moment, she could only rely on the man beside her; her and her father's lives were entirely in his hands.

Wei Lun, armed with an entrenching tool, quickly approached Qin Jiayou. Qin Jiayou, exhausted, fought on. Just as a zombie swung its claws at Qin Jiayou while he wasn't paying attention, Wei Lun chopped off the zombie's arm with a single shovel.

Each time, Wei Lun would deliberately aim for the zombie's neck. Since he only had an entrenching tool, he had to accurately cut off the zombie's head; otherwise, he would be mercilessly bitten to death once the zombie got close.

Qin Jiayou only had a shotgun without bullets, which was no different from a fire poker for hitting zombies on the head. When he saw a young man coming next to him, he felt a glimmer of hope.

Just as he turned around, he saw his daughter, Qin Mutong, standing behind him, her fists clenched tightly as if in prayer.

Qin Jiayou then realized that this was the young man his daughter had brought to save him, and he was deeply moved. In the apocalypse, everyone was like a bloodless monster, and people like the Qin father and daughter who still had affection and sincerity for each other were becoming increasingly rare.

Wei Lun wielded his entrenching tool, chopping off a zombie's head with each strike. It seemed that the zombies of the apocalypse were nothing special, easily killed. However, this was only in ordinary areas. In places where zombies gathered, there were all sorts of terrifying creatures. If you only had a shovel, you would probably die at the hands of zombies before you could even lift it up.

Half an hour later, the ground was covered with limbs and remains. The zombies were finally cleared away. Wei Lun alone killed more than twenty zombies. If Wei Lun hadn't arrived in time, Qin Jiayou would probably have been devoured by the zombies.

Qin Jiayou looked at the young man beside him seriously. He was dressed in clean and tidy clothes and had an entrenching tool in his hand. He clearly belonged to a wealthy family, unlike Qin Jiayou, whose clothes were full of holes and had been worn for a long time, making him look like a beggar.

Seeing that everything was alright, Qin Mutong rushed over and cried as she said to her father, "Dad, why were you so foolish? If Wei Lun hadn't saved me on the way and arrived in time, you wouldn't be alive today!"

Qin Jiayou didn't answer his daughter. Instead, he knelt down in front of Wei Lun and said, "Thank you for saving me and my daughter. My name is Qin Jiayou. If you need anything, I will do my best to help you!"

Wei Lun waved his hand and said with a smile, "Brother Qin, there's no need to be so polite. Get up! We are all human beings and should help each other."

Qin Jiayou stood up and walked over to the zombie corpses, starting to dig out crystal cores from the heads and hearts of the zombies one by one.

Wei Lun asked curiously, "You were scratched by a zombie, why aren't you treating your wound? Why are you digging for these things here?"

Qin Jiayou said very politely, "Mr. Wei, I'll collect these crystal cores so I can exchange them for the T-virus vaccine at the base, so I won't get infected!"

It turns out that crystal cores are the currency used in the wasteland. When Weren heard about the virus vaccine, he immediately became alert. Although he hadn't been scratched by zombies, how could he be completely unharmed in the apocalypse? Weren also became interested and asked, "What is the T-virus vaccine?"

Qin Jiayou looked at Wei Lun with some curiosity. This was a question that everyone in the wasteland knew. So he slowly asked, "Mr. Wei, did you just come out of the shelter?" Considering that Wei Lun was dressed in clean clothes, which was quite rare, perhaps only someone who had just come out of the shelter would be so neatly dressed.

Upon hearing the name "shelter," Wei Lun roughly understood that it referred to some humans who had appeared later in the apocalypse, so he nodded and said, "Yes." He would keep it a secret from the Qin family father and daughter for now and explain later.

Qin Jiayou explained, "The T-virus vaccine is a vaccine to prevent infection by the zombie virus. Mr. Wei may not know this because he just came out of the shelter. After the disaster, the T-virus raged and a large number of humans were infected and turned into zombies. Therefore, all humans who can survive in the wasteland must be vaccinated against the T-virus."

Wei Lun understood now. It seemed he also needed to find an opportunity to get vaccinated against the T-virus, otherwise, if he got infected in the wasteland, he would have nowhere to turn for help.

A moment later, Qin Jiayou had collected fifty level-one zombie crystal cores, which was a huge sum of money in the wasteland. It could buy a lot of things. Although it wouldn't make him rich, it would definitely be enough for a person to live on for a whole year. After all, in the wasteland, people mainly ate mutated meat or nutritional supplements.

Qin Jiayou handed all the crystal cores to Wei Lun and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for saving my daughter and me. Please accept this as a token of our gratitude!"

Wei Lun immediately refused, saying, "No, you're going to use this to buy vaccines, and I don't really need it right now."

Qin Mutong echoed her father, saying, "Young Master Wei, please accept this. This is the only way we can thank you!"

Helpless, Wei Lun accepted the crystal core and prepared to return to the stronghold they mentioned, then buy a vaccine for the Qin family father and daughter. There wasn't much difference between buying it himself and them buying it themselves.

Wei Lun took out bread and biscuits from his backpack and handed them to the Qin father and daughter. Qin Mutong was very excited when she saw the bread, and Qin Jiayou was unusually greedy. In the wasteland, food is always the hardest currency. The Qin father and daughter had been starving for a whole week, and now they saw food like hungry wolves seeing sheep. If it weren't for Wei Lun saving them just now, they would definitely have snatched it and swallowed it whole.

While the food Wei Lun could provide might not be valuable in modern times, in this post-apocalyptic world where even rat meat was scarce, it made him practically a tycoon. He could casually produce food from before the cataclysm, which would be worth at least a month's worth of rations for an average person in the apocalypse.

Qin Jiayou and Qin Mutong were deeply moved as they held the food. They knelt down again. Qin Jiayou, holding the biscuits, said earnestly, "Mr. Wei, we are willing to acknowledge you as our master!" Qin Mutong nodded at this moment. In the wasteland, only the upper-class nobles could afford such food.

Wei Lun quickly helped the two up, saying, "Get up! Don't kneel so easily. What will we do when there are many more kneelings in the future?"