"Mr. Yang, help me too! I'm a mechanic. As long as I survive, I'll handle all the repairs on your migration vehicle from now on!"
"Help me! I'm a chef. I used to be the head chef at a five-star hotel. I'll cook all your meals from now on!"
"Me, me, me! I can serve as cannon fodder in the back!"
"I can do anything! Anything at all!"
Voices rose one after another. Every face was filled with longing, every pair of eyes burning with the desire to survive.
But Yang Yong's expression immediately turned cold.
He ignored them.
He didn't say a single word.
He simply tossed Liu Hong a bag of lion's mane mushroom slices, signaling for him to help Ye Zefeng and the other two Transcendents cut the fine threads above their heads.
Then Yang Yong closed his eyes and began to rest.
As for those who were still clamoring, Yang Yong paid them no attention.
Did every last one of them want to trade empty promises for their lives?
Yang Yong was willing to give Zhu Yuhao and his wife a chance because they genuinely had both ability and character.
Their medical skills were the core resource the Survival Convoy lacked most.
And their genuine love, in which they entrusted their lives to each other, truly was a bright spot in this apocalypse-one that inspired envy and made people willing to give them a second look.
The others?
Heh.
For the rest of that time, no matter how those people pleaded or what bargaining chips and prices they offered, Yang Yong ignored them.
Time slowly passed as Liu Hong ate lion's mane mushroom slices to recover and helped Ye Zefeng and the other two cut their threads.
The pleas inside the Bone House grew quieter, shifting