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

Song Shu: "Ah? When?"

"You don't have to worry about this. Now I can stay with you here forever." Fu Ying locked the door and said to her, "I think this place is great for rest."

Song Shu put away a pile of medicines and disinfectants, and said confidently: "Anyway, I believe we are getting better and better."

Fu Ying looked at her and said nothing.

For the entire afternoon, Song Shu continued to practice copying Fu Ying's supernatural powers. After repeated practice, she really got the hang of it and successfully copied a pitch-black dagger.

But Fu Ying knew that it was just a dagger.

Song Shu could only copy the existing black fog of absolute hatred, and could not control or even absorb the hatred. The dagger did not last long and dissipated on its own in about an hour.

This means that she can only copy existing externalized superpowers, which have a very short lifespan, and cannot copy the superpowers themselves.

Fu Ying certainly wanted her to learn how to copy her own abilities, as well as a series of evolved abilities.

In his previous life, in the fourth year of the apocalypse, Song Shu could already successfully copy other people's special abilities without them noticing.

She also knew that there was a huge difference in difficulty between voluntarily giving her superpowers to Song Shu and Song Shu forcibly copying her superpowers.

It can only be said that Song Shu’s current mental strength is not yet able to bear the gift of other people’s supernatural powers.

But it's okay.

You can take your time.

……

When it got dark, Fu Ying wanted to turn on a light, but Song Shu didn't let her.

"My curtains have very poor light-blocking properties, so people outside can see it."

"Are you worried that the Zombies will come over because the lights are on?" Fu Ying said, "The lights are on in many places. As long as you don't turn them on or off suddenly, you won't attract the attention of low-level Zombies."

Song Shu: "What about the advanced weirdo?"

Fu Ying: "Intelligent monsters won't come over to eat you just because the lights are suddenly turned on. Instead, they will behave more cautiously."

Song Shu: “…”

So you have to turn on this light today no matter what, right?

She secretly complained and spread her hands towards Fu Ying: "Then I will believe what you say."

Fu Ying thought for a moment and asked her, "If you want, you can copy the bedroom curtains of other houses. I see that the curtains in 1401 are quite thick and have good light-blocking properties."

"That's fine." Song Shu readily agreed to her suggestion.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

At Song Shu's enthusiastic invitation, Fu Ying reluctantly agreed to sleep in the same bed with her.

"Have you not taken a shower in many days?" Song Shu asked Fu Ying who came out of the bathroom and changed into copied clean clothes.

Fu Ying thought about it and told the truth: "About a week."

In fact, it would have been easy for her to stop and find a place to take a bath if she had walked around, but she was in a hurry and encountered some unexpected events that interrupted her plans, which delayed her time.

Otherwise, you can get to Aito City earlier.

Fu Ying, wearing a sleeveless vest and overalls, sat on the bed under Song Shu's strange gaze: "What's wrong?"

"Oh... You don't look like someone who is sleeping at night. You look more like a warrior ready to go." Song Shu said, "The kind who can rush out just by putting on a coat."

Fu Ying said: "This is my bottom line for letting myself relax."

Song Shu: "Bottom line? Are you saying I don't take off my outer pants when I sleep?"

Fu Ying: "...Go to sleep."

Song Shu spread out the quilt, and Fu Ying leaned against the head of the bed, allowing Song Shu to cover herself with half of the quilt.

Song Shu yawned, huddled closer to Fu Ying, gently sniffed the fragrance on her body, and exhaled with emotion.

"Now that you're here... I feel much more at ease," she said.

Fu Ying: “Yeah.”

She tucked in the corners of the quilt to prevent the heat from escaping, and looked down at Song Shu's sleeping profile. She swirled a circle of black mist on her fingertips and listened calmly to the occasional roars and distant roars outside the window.

In this city, there are always survivors desperately running around trying to find a safe shelter.

Fu Ying can also extract the hatred of the master from the strange spirit crystal. Everyone has some real hatred hidden in their hearts, and Juehen can sense the power in it.

But Fu Ying did not sense any resentment in Song Shu's heart.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't have painful memories.

Fu Yingjing leaned against the head of the bed, her eyes fixed on the comic posters on the wall and the character figures on the table, until the sounds outside the window slowly died down.

Fu Ying closed her eyes, letting her tense nerves relax temporarily.

The corridor was silent and shrouded in darkness, with only the green sign of the escape passage glowing faintly.

"——Boom!"

A distant and blurry collision sound rang in Fu Ying's ears. She slowly opened her eyes. The black mist on her fingertips was like a soft yet solid shield, suddenly covering the entire window.

Fu Ying quietly got up and glanced at the girl who was sleeping soundly with her hair scattered on her face.

She put on her boots, letting another layer of black fog block the living room balcony and the front door, and then left.

The dark wall blocking the staircase slowly dissipated into flowing black mist and all returned to Fu Ying's surroundings.

There were a lot of noises downstairs. Fu Ying entered room 1409 and waited for something to happen in the dark.

"Click, click!" The footsteps were getting closer and closer, until they reached the bottom of the stairs.

Heavy panting accompanied by roars rushed up the stairs. The door of 1410 was wide open. A running figure rushed up the stairs and broke directly into the room of 1410.

"-Bang!" The door of 1410 was closed by the fleeing survivor, who sat against the door panting, pressing the walls on both sides of the door with his palms, and endless banging and roaring sounds came from the door.

After a moment, the sound outside the door fell silent.

The tall man slowed down his breathing in the darkness, still looking around the room vigilantly. Just as he was about to get up, he felt something sharp at his throat.

“…” He held his breath and caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing next to the door from the corner of his eye.

In an instant, a emerald green light burst out from the man's heart, illuminating a small part of the living room. The skin on his throat turned into a hard substance and knocked away the blade!

But the opponent was not at a disadvantage. Several mists hidden in the darkness tied up his hands and feet, making him unable to move.

——And the blade had already landed on his heart which was glowing green.

Wang Sheng saw a gloomy face illuminated by the green light, and suddenly something tightened around his throat.

A feeling of suffocation surged into his brain, he opened his mouth and let out a hoarse cry!