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.,"Grandpa, Du Weimin is really my father. I'm his son with his former wife. I lived in the countryside before.",The old man stared at Du Ruo for a few seconds, then muttered with a thoughtful expression:。