"The textile mill is here, the textile mill is here, get off quick!" The ticket seller roared at the top of his lungs from inside the train carriage.,A month later, a meteorite fell from the sky. The meteorite carried a virus that could turn people into zombies. Du Ruo's space could only store the dead, the living couldn't enter. Even in the apocalypse, it was still dangerous.,If it had been before, Wang Hongxia would definitely not have agreed. Her son was raised from childhood; she couldn't bear to let him leave her. However, after this incident, Wang Hongxia's thoughts changed. She wanted Du Ru to go into the city to eat public grain with all her heart.。