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

The black fog that Fu Ying had placed under the wall of corpses near the Rose Hotel was now flowing slowly. It was quiet outside the hotel, with no one around.

It was already late at night, and a faint red light flashed in the black fog.

Fu Ying withdrew his consciousness.

A high-rise building in the South Outer Wall Protection Area had not suffered too much damage. Fu Ying found some precious tea and took it back.

Xiao Shu likes drinking tea recently.

She flew from south to north at a very fast speed. In fact, it only took her a few seconds to fly back to Building No. 2.

But——she found that the white zombie in the cage had disappeared.

Fu Ying stopped silently and landed in front of the dark cage, which was empty.

But a Bai Zang couldn't possibly escape from Zi Yi's cage just like that.

unless--

Fu Ying jumped onto the inner wall, followed the black substance into the base, and returned to the quiet Building No. 2.

It was very quiet, almost unnaturally quiet.

Although it is late at night and everyone in the base should be asleep, but -

Fu Ying released a red light from her chest, and she sensed a subtle mental force field. She used her special powers to lock onto the hatred of everyone in Building 1415 - then she turned around and looked at the closed door of 1416 opposite .

"Xiao Shu, are you in there? ? !"

She used her mental power to contact Song Shu. In fact, if she could, she could just break into the room.

But now, she also knew that Xiao Shu, who had experienced the gates of hell once, would no longer allow her to barge in without permission.

Song Shu did not respond, but the silence in Fu Ying's ears seemed to be triggered by some switch, and many small noises suddenly appeared -

At the same time, the door of room 1416 was also opened.

Li Shuang's eyes were full of fear, her pretty face was completely bloodless, and her tender lips were even trembling slightly. She saw Fu Ying standing outside with a gloomy expression, and she shrank back as if frightened!

"..." Fu Ying didn't look at her, but just looked over her shoulder at Song Shu who was sitting at the long table in the living room.

"Remember what I said, Li Shuang." Song Shu's voice was low, with some patience and gentleness, "Go back, Xia Fu is waiting for you."

Li Shuang quickly shifted her gaze and ran towards the stairs, as if there was some ferocious beast chasing her from behind.

Fu Ying's eyes were fixed directly on Song Shu's calm face, and her steps were slow and heavy.

"Will you be happy if you do this?"

Song Shu rested his right hand on the table, leaned slightly, and faced Fu Ying who walked in.

"Why do you ask this, Fu Ying? Are you doubting me?" She raised a puzzled and helpless smile on her lips, "You are making me very sad."

Fu Ying looked at the bloody object held in her left palm, which was emitting a green light.

"Did this person bully you?" She took two more steps forward, her boots stepping into a thick pool of black and red blood.

"You should call her 'Xuan Ya'. That's what we called her when we were in school." Song Shu's tone was full of unquestionable strength. She pinched the green eyes that belonged to Bai Sang, slowly bent down, and asked the Bai Sang whose shoulders she was stepping on in a gentle voice, "Right?"

The white zombie that she was stepping on was now kneeling on the ground, his left hand was chopped off, and the palm was currently held in the mouth of its owner. Only a single empty white eye was left, staring straight ahead, motionless.

The pool of blood on the ground, which was no longer flowing, had flowed out from the cut open abdomen, along with the internal organs that had completely lost their vitality.

Fu Ying took another step forward and came to Bai Sang's side, but she just stared at Song Shu as he stuffed his eyeball back into the bloody hole.

Although the White Zang was low-level, it could also heal itself under the effect of the spirit crystal. When the bloody eyeball returned to its proper position, within a few seconds, the eyeball began to adjust its position on its own, and then restored its empty gaze.

"You want to take revenge on her, but she is already very depressed now, and you won't get the pleasure of revenge you want."

Song Shu's palms were covered with a layer of purple mental power, so the blood stains did not stick to her skin.

She was not afraid of the extremely cold pressure emanating from Fu Ying. Her eyes were calm and she even asked, "Pleasure? You think too much, Fu Ying. I'm just doing an experiment."

"...What experiment?" Fu Ying asked, "If you want to do an experiment, you can catch any white or green zombie. Why do you want this one?"

Song Shu saw the suppressed anger in those dark eyes.

But she just stretched out her hand and gently touched the smooth contours of Fu Ying's profile, feeling the warmth under her soft skin.

"I just think that this should be a gift." With his fingertips pointing outward, Song Shu moved his palm away from Fu Ying's profile, slowly put it down, and looked at Bai Sang who was kneeling on the ground.

"You've made your shoes dirty, so don't take them home later." Song Shu said, and a flame popped out from his fingertips. He gently threw it towards Bai Sang's head, watching the jet-black hair quickly burn into a curled up ball.

"Do you want to let your hatred run wild now?" Fu Ying lowered her eyes.

Song Shu's toes, which were on Bai Sang's shoulders, swayed forward carelessly.

"How can you say that? After all, you are a human being, so it is impossible for you to not have hatred, Fu Ying." She said, "Based on what you have done, it seems that there is no way to persuade me."

Crack—Fu Ying clenched his fists, and the joints made crisp sounds. Bai Sang's hair had been burned and gave off an unpleasant burnt smell. Then, the flames began to burn Bai Sang's skin!

There was a flickering fire in Song Shu's dark eyes, and the contempt hidden beneath his calmness seemed to be swept out by the burning fire.

The fire grew bigger and bigger and began to spread downwards, but it separated Song Shu's feet and burned Bai Sang's entire body.

Fu Ying suddenly stretched out her hand and reached for the head in flames, but an invisible barrier blocked her!

Fu Ying did not hesitate. A red light burst out from his heart. He used all five fingers to crush Bai Sang's head. His powerful mental force also destroyed the green spirit crystal in white into fine crystal powder!

The flames were extinguished by the black liquid, which also enveloped the horrific corpse.

Song Shu had been maintaining a calm expression, but it suddenly cracked like a carefully carved mask!

Her eyes suddenly widened, she grabbed Fu Ying's collar, pursed her lips tightly, her facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and her whole body began to tremble with uncontrollable anger!

"You! Why did you kill her!" Every word she said was filled with hysteria and madness. "Who told you to act on your own—!"

Fu Ying's hand trembled slightly as he placed it on her cheek, trying to calm her out-of-control emotions.

"You want her as a toy, don't you?"

"No, Xiaoshu."

“Don’t do that.”

Fu Ying looked at Song Shu, who was distraught and at a loss, suppressed the pain spreading in her heart, and calmly expressed her thoughts.

"If you keep doing this, I'll kill your toy."

——Because of you, I cannot fall.