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

In the underground space of the community, countless tentacles as thick as human thighs were wriggling closely at the edge of the space. The flesh-red surface was faintly visible with intricate purple-black patterns like veins, beating with each pulsation, becoming stronger.

A strong stench filled Fu Ying's nose, and sticky black blood covered her face. The crescent-shaped knife in her hand was clasped on the neck of a blue zombie in front of her, and her cold eyes were fixed on the central figure surrounded by tentacles.

The man with sunken eye sockets showed no sign of pain on his face. His pupils were dark purple and purple-black textures spread across his facial skin. From his chest down, there were scarlet flesh tentacles that seemed to be wriggling flexibly beneath the surface.

His entire body merged into this underground space, and the zombie cat and several mutated zombies that jumped down from the top of the cave ran towards the east end of the underground space, but Fu Ying's black liquid had already blocked the escape route to other areas.

The man's face was covered in haze, his cold eyes revealed a bit of fear and an increasingly fierce murderous aura, and he opened his mouth and said the first sentence.

"You're infected," he said in a low, silky voice.

The crescent-shaped knife in Fu Ying's hand was very steady. There was a layer of flowing black liquid covering Lan Sang's head, which was flowing down and covering his face.

"I know you have the ability to communicate," she said calmly. "Unfortunately, if I wasn't here, you would have succeeded."

The man just showed a weird arc at the corner of his lips and twitched slightly.

"You are an accident. We are not targeting you." He said softly, and the black mist around Fu Ying slowly turned into black liquid, forcing the swollen tentacles to retract. "But, if you join us, the future is in the future."

Fu Ying was silent. Based on her experience of surviving to the fourth year in her previous life, she knew that these weirdos would have a common goal and a common belief after mutation. No matter how rational they were when they were alive, after mutation, while maintaining consciousness, they would automatically and obediently join that belief.

It is obvious that the purple man in front of him wants to recruit people into his gang.

The Lan Sang in front of him suddenly roared and struggled desperately. His neck stretched forward and embedded into the pitch-black blade, splashing a lot of black blood!

The tentacles attached to the ground and walls suddenly attacked Fu Ying like snakes, with spikes at the ends flashing cold purple light. They changed their positions cunningly and swiftly, and the spikes at the ends viciously stabbed into the black liquid around Fu Ying.

The flesh under Zisang's body in the center surged wildly. He leaned forward and rushed over, his stiff face quickly enlarged in front of Fu Ying's eyes!

Fu Ying dodged the spikes shot out from the end of the tentacles, reached out and grabbed Lan Sang's head covered with black liquid, and with a snap of his five fingers, he dug out the spirit crystal from his brain like inserting tofu, stretched out his legs and kicked, and Lan Sang's body pounced in front of Zi Sang!

She absorbed the blue crystal, and a purple light shone brightly on her heart. The moment her mental power was released, "Juehen" once again captured the surging hatred in Zisang's heart, and forcefully extracted a thick black fog, then turned it and let it drill into Zisang's forehead!

At this moment, "Juehen" conveyed to her the call from the ground!

Fu Ying's heart couldn't help but beat violently. The purple light on his heart suddenly flashed, and the black mist that was heading towards Zi Sang dissipated completely - a cold force suddenly penetrated deep into his body. Fu Ying's mind was only shaken for a moment, and he was counterattacked by Zi Sang's hatred!

It was too late for her to activate her supernatural powers. One of the tentacles quickly grabbed her wrist. With a click, the blue spirit crystal slipped from her limp palm to the ground, and was caught by another tentacle and put into Zisang's mouth.

Even though the black liquid corroded nearly half of Zisang's tentacles, at this moment, those tentacles were growing and healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The man's pale and gloomy face magnified in front of Fu Ying, and his pair of purple pupils reflected a blood-red face like a ghost.

"How did you discover the illusion?" Zisang asked.

The air in Fu Ying's chest seemed to be squeezed out by the tentacles, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her hand, which had been broken to the bone, was healing, but the tentacles were still pinching it, trying to crush it again while it was healing.

"Our camp is much larger than you think. The death of an illusion is nothing." Zisang thought she would groan, but he saw Fu Ying's dark eyes staring at him, and her lips moved slightly.

Fu Ying didn't make a sound, so Zi Sang tightly gripped her body, then loosened his grip a little and approached her expressionlessly: "What did you say?"

"Your hatred..." Fu Ying's voice was hoarse, but it was full of malice, "It's too shallow."

Countless images flashed through Zisang's mind. They were memories from his previous life, the most painful experiences in his past when he was alive, enough to give rise to tremendous hatred and endless resentment.

The hatred was so strong that it almost rushed out of the brain. The tentacles of the purple zombie tightened more and more. The impulse that had cooled down when he was a strange zombie was once again aroused by hatred. Only one thought appeared in his mind!

Kill! Kill them all!

The hatred grew stronger and stronger. Some blood came out of Fu Ying's mouth. The bones all over her body were squeezed, making a creaking sound. She didn't feel that she was in danger, but just smiled more and more viciously.

Go to hell, go to hell - this thought kept drilling into Zisang's brain. He suddenly let out a roar, and the spikes at the ends of dozens of slender tentacles under his body all stabbed towards Fu Ying!

boom!boom!

Fu Ying's body instantly decomposed into black liquid and slid down from the gaps between the tentacles. All the spikes pierced into the still wriggling tentacles!

Zisang felt something swelling in his brain. He opened his purple eyes and scanned back and forth, the scenes of reality and memories kept interweaving - suddenly, that scene appeared in front of him:

In the hazy white mist, the well-kept white cat rolled on the ground with its belly exposed, while a pair of hands, whose identities were unknown, emerged from the white mist. Holding an ice-cold fruit knife, they cut open the flesh and blood one by one, staining the soft white fur red.

The pain from deep inside his body made the man scream, black blood flowed from his facial features, and the swelling in his head reached its extreme -

Bang! Zisang's head exploded, and tiny pieces of purple crystals splattered in the air.

Countless wriggling tentacles also became motionless, and black liquid covered the tentacles and swallowed them. The remaining strange zombies and zombie cats were also captured and swallowed until the underground space became completely quiet and fell into darkness.

……

Song Shu was blocked in the dark space by Fu Ying's black liquid, and then sent to the ground, again and again.

The black liquid seemed determined to prevent her from teleporting in, and it blocked her layer after layer at the bottom, leaving space for her body to move, allowing her to struggle and attack with telekinesis, electricity, and ice.

Every time she gave it to him, the fire in her heart grew stronger.

The noise on the ground gradually subsided, and the surviving psychics gradually gathered around. They saw Song Shu punching there relentlessly, his fists even wrapped in a not-so-hard, sticky liquid, so he wasn't hurt at all.

Song Shu breathed softly, her body suddenly began to tremble, and she covered her face.