What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

"Fu-Ying-!"

To Fu Ying, the sound of Song Shu's gnashing teeth was even more terrifying than the strange roar. As soon as she opened her mouth, Song Shu smelled an increasingly strong smell of smoke.

She dragged Fu Ying to the bathroom, squeezed the toothpaste and handed her the toothbrush: "Don't say I didn't tell you! Take out your lighter and cigarette case!"

Fu Ying obediently took out the lighter. Song Shu searched her pockets, but didn't find any cigarette case. He was very unhappy.

Seeing Fu Ying still staring at her, she glared at him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Ying quickly lowered her head to brush her teeth, and Song Shu placed the mouthwash in front of her: "I'm telling you, if you have even a little bit of cigarette smell on you today, don't even think about getting into my bed!"

Fu Ying brushed her teeth more and more vigorously, glancing at Song Shu from time to time.

Luo Ze peeked into the bathroom, but Song Shu glared back at him, so he obediently continued doing his math problems.

"Didn't I tell you before? Look at you, you don't listen to me at all." Song Shu scolded Fu Ying, "I will put away all your cigarette boxes and lighters now. It was fine before we were together, but now you still don't remember, I-"

As Song Shu was talking, she looked around and went straight to rummage through the box. Fu Ying tilted her head and watched her throw out one cigarette after another. She quickly brushed her teeth and took two sips of mouthwash. The taste of sea salt and lemon was between her lips and teeth.

She changed her coat again, picked up a new set of clean clothes, walked to Song Shu's side, saw that she had found all the cigarettes, squatted down and said carefully: "I'll help you--"

"No need." Song Shu said with a straight face. She packed up all the things and threw them into a snakeskin bag. "I'll put these things away. If there's one missing, you—you'll never be able to do what you want in your life."

This threat was so powerful that Fu Ying agreed in a low voice and blew air on her cheek: "Xiao Shu, look, I don't smell anymore."

Song Shu tied the snakeskin bag tightly, threw it under the table, positioned it properly, and took a photo with his mobile phone.

"This is how it is. If I notice that its position and angle have been moved, or the knot has changed, you'll be finished." She pointed at the snakeskin bag. Fu Ying put her hands behind her back and nodded every time Song Shu spoke.

"Also," Song Shu emphasized, "you are not allowed to ask others for cigarettes."

Fu Ying: "Okay, Xiao Shu, I won't smoke anymore, so can we do——"

Song Shu: "You smoked today, and you still want to do something else? You wish!"

Fu Ying: "..."

-

After washing up, Song Shu, wearing his bathrobe, stood by the bedroom window and looked outside. The dim light from the fourteenth floor shone on the top of the black wall, and there were people with special abilities patrolling through the battlements.

"Is that guy a weirdo? The one that can transform?" Song Shu said.

Fu Ying stood behind her, hugged her waist as usual, bent down and kissed her earlobe, and whispered: "I'm not sure, but I tend to think it's weird, because that guy knows what Bo Li looks like."

"You think that the weird zombie that can transform knows the weird zombie that can communicate with spirit crystals. Since they know what Bo Li looks like, it means they know what all of us look like." Song Shu said.

Fu Ying reached out and gently scratched her chin, like scratching a kitten.

"Do you want to kill them now?"

Song Shu placed his hand on the edge of the windowsill, his fingertips touching the cold glass, his brows lowered.

"What you said, who wouldn't want to kill those zombies who hurt their companions?" She curled her fingers, then clenched them into a fist and slammed them hard into her other palm. "If anything happens to Ah Yan, I don't know what to do."

"Xiao Shu, have you ever thought about why they didn't just invade us?" Fu Ying said, "They just sent out a tentacle and an illusion, lurking in the community, catching us off guard and then stopping."

"You said before that they wanted to retreat, but you stopped them." Song Shu said, "If you were not here, I'm afraid more people would die in the community, but that would be their best chance to completely disperse us."

Fu Ying held her hands and said with contempt, "Because they are also afraid of death and dare not come directly."

Song Shu: "...Afraid of death? Didn't you say that their beliefs are firm?"

Fu Ying curled her lips coldly: "The belief is firm, but the conscious and intelligent monsters also know that they cannot lose their spirit crystals. Without the spirit crystals, their consciousness will dissipate, and they will not be able to reach the world they want."

Song Shu: "But...what kind of world does Guaisang want? A lifeless world? What's the point of that?"

"If we want to know what kind of world they want, we have to become intelligent monsters." Fu Ying said, "Xiao Shu, their goal is to convert more people with special abilities. People with abilities like yours will attract their attention."

"Do you think that purple ghost with the 'devouring' ability would want to swallow my spirit crystal?" Song Shu said, "I will never let him succeed."

Fu Ying: "Oh, I won't let him succeed. Getting your spirit crystal is only the last resort. From their point of view, transforming you into an intelligent monster will be the most effective for them."

Song Shu lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Well, you're worried that I'll be targeted by them. After all, it only takes a few seconds for Bai Yi to be transformed."

"The transformation by the Green Zang or the Blue Zang won't be that fast, but if it's the Purple Zang, once they choose to transform you, they will definitely stick to you until you are completely mutated and then break away." Fu Ying said in a deep voice, "And their continuous transformation process can indeed be completed in just a few seconds."

Song Shu subconsciously touched the back of her neck which suddenly felt a stinging pain. Seeing this, Fu Ying bent down and kissed the place where she had touched.

"If I become a weirdo, I will lose myself. Will I still remember you?" Song Shu murmured to himself, "Will I be like them, identifying with my own weird identity and having a strange belief?"

Fu Ying: "...Xiao Shu, don't think about it. It won't happen."

Song Shu turned his head and looked into Fu Ying's deep black eyes. He took the initiative to lean over and kiss her. As their lips and tongues intertwined, he tasted the sweetness of lemon and the saltiness of sea salt.

Then, the two of them leaned against each other's foreheads, Song Shu lowered his eyes and whispered, "Are you going out tomorrow?"

Fu Ying said: "Well, I'll go to the west first."

Song Shu said: "I'll go with you."

"Okay." Fu Ying responded in a low voice and went to find her lips again.

Under the moonlight and flying snow, in the warm house, I had a good night's sleep.