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

Whispers mixed with the sounds of wind and fire filled the dream.

But it didn't sound very real.

Gradually, the crisp sound similar to that of iron chains colliding with each other began to drown out other sounds, echoing in the suddenly silent space.

The prisoner struggled under the restraints of the chains, the heavy metal locks were locked on his slender wrists, and the chains creaked in protest under the weight of the struggle.

Faint light filtered in through a narrow window high up on the black wall, barely illuminating a small patch of ground and the pool of blood in front of the prisoner whose wrists and ankles were chained.

The prisoner was wearing a blood-stained skirt, the scarlet blood staining the originally pure white fabric red. The other end of the iron chain that locked her wrists and ankles was firmly fixed to the black ring on the wall.

Her hands were hung high up, her arms were covered with solidified dark red blood scabs, and her long black hair hung messily on her shoulders.

Because he lowered his head, his hair completely covered his face, only his blood-stained lips were slightly open, breathing silently.

While she was gasping for breath, another girl quietly appeared in the cell, and the faint light outlined a face with unreadable emotions.

The girl who suddenly appeared had a pair of dark eyes that were more terrifying than the abyss. She stared quietly at the prisoner who was chained.

She approached slowly, her steps light and steady - but every step was filled with a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

The way she looked at the prisoner finally changed, now it was filled with a kind of condescending contempt. She reached out and grabbed the prisoner's hair, pulling it gently, forcing him to raise his head.

When he spoke, his tone was full of mockery.

"Looking at your pitiful appearance, I actually feel a little moved." The superior supervisor stared at the prisoner's somewhat dazed dark pupils, leaned over and gently bit the soft lips stained with blood.

The prisoner blinked blankly, opened his lips and allowed himself to be plundered.

"Please beg me, beg me to let you go." The girl was dissatisfied with the prisoner's obedience, or rather, her slow and numb reaction. She sneered with a malicious light flashing in her eyes, "Maybe if I'm in a better mood, you can suffer less."

The prisoner's lips, which were bitten and swollen, soon returned to their original state, but his beautiful but dim eyes were full of resigned compromise.

"Please..." Before she could finish her words, she saw the girl's eyebrows and eyes instantly covered with a layer of haze, and her neck was pinched tightly by those slender white fingers.

"No one will find you here." The girl whispered softly, "They all thought you were dead, but you are not dead. You are still here, beside me, where they can't find you."

"It was hard to find time to come here before, but now, I will come to see you often, caress you, and please you..." She said, gently kissing the blood scab on the prisoner's lips, "This is what you owe me, you have to pay it back, with your life, your body, and your soul."

The prisoner looked at her blankly, then leaned forward and pressed his lips against the girl's cheek, breathing weakly and murmurs escaping from his lips.

"——I do."

……

Song Shu was awakened by the sudden sound of music in the living room.

The curtains in the living room were already drawn, and the warm yellow sunlight shone on the coffee table and sofa. Song Shu looked at Fu Ying standing next to the TV: "...What are you doing?"

Fu Ying was holding a tablet computer with the theme song of a Kolya TV series playing on it, and she looked a little embarrassed.

"I just wanted to see what's on your tablet." She walked over and kissed Song Shu who was sitting up. "I was just about to wake you up. It's eight o'clock."

"Is it already eight o'clock?" Song Shu got up from the sofa and rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Fu Ying had already prepared breakfast for her.

"I want to drink cold milk." Song Shu patted his face and said as he looked at the steaming pure milk. He shrugged at Fu Ying's disapproving gaze, "That's fine. I'll drink it in the evening."

"I have surrounded the entire Huo'ou area with a black wall." Fu Ying said, "As for the villa area in the west, if they don't come here..."

"I think we can go and take a look." Song Shu looked at her. "Now in this suburb, apart from our base and the villa area to the west, are there no survivors?"

"Actually, there are still some small bases, but I didn't interfere." Fu Ying told the truth.

"It's okay, you don't have to interfere." Song Shu said, "Just like you said, we will create our own management mechanism in the future, and we can also trade materials with other bases, and it would be good to keep some of the same kind."

"You sound like a capitalist when you talk now," Fu Ying commented.

Song Shu was not happy: "Who are you scolding?"

Fu Ying: “…Wrong baby.”

After a tiring whole day yesterday, Song Shu was exhausted both physically and mentally. He planned to have a good rest today and spend a wonderful time with Fu Ying, letting his shadow clone go out on patrol alone.

Fu Ying saw that she was doing things slowly and asked a question, which resulted in a counter-question: "Don't you want me to stay with you forever? The opportunity is fleeting and will never come again. You should cherish it."

Fu Ying's thin eyebrows stretched out visibly.

"Then I won't be polite." She said, "Even if Zisang comes to my doorstep today, you have to stay by my side."

"Are you kidding? Zisang is coming and you won't fight him?" Song Shu asked in surprise.

Fu Ying didn't care: "Is it so difficult to kill a purple ghost?"

"Okay, okay, you are Hong Yi, and you are the best." Song Shu muttered.

In the black cage near the south inner wall, the prisoners who had just woken up were asked one by one by Ye Qi about their personal experiences after the outbreak of the apocalypse by beating a gong. If they didn't tell him, they would not be allowed to go to the toilet.

Ren De, Ren Fa and others all agreed that this method was extremely vicious.

"You can make me go without food or water for three days, but it's too much if you don't let me go to the toilet." Ren De winked and said, "But if they are shameless, what can you do?"

"It doesn't matter, just put it back." Ye Qi said calmly.

The prisoners' faces turned green.

After all, no one knows the specific method of stuffing it in, and no one wants to try to stuff it back in.

Song Shu was getting a headache from the gong sounds outside. She blocked out the outside sounds and thought that last night's dream was too weird. Although she couldn't remember the prisoner's face, the picture became blurry from time to time.

But, based on her experience in dreaming, those scenes should have really happened.

Fu Ying sat on the sofa, holding a comic book in her hand, looking up and waiting for Song Shu to come over and read with her.

Song Shu walked towards the bedroom as usual, intending to take Li Shuang's temperature. She went to the bedside to get the thermometer and glanced at the sleeping girl.

"——Li Shuang?"

Li Shuang's cheeks had lost their color, and her lips were slightly purple. She just closed her eyes, and the heat in her body dissipated at some point.

The moment Song Shu held his breath, the bedroom was dead silent.

She stretched out her fingers and gently touched Li Shuang's cold cheek, then slowly moved them to the tip of her nose to feel her breath.

——There is still a trace of breath.

"Li Shuang, wake up——Li Shuang!!!"

Song Shu's tone became a little sharp, and the shouting startled Fu Ying in the living room.