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

Song Shu discovered that the staircase to the fourteenth floor was blocked by Fu Ying again, but this time, she used the corpse of a strange zombie.

Wang Sheng was standing at the door of 1409, and when he saw Song Shu, he smiled and waved.

When she saw Fu Ying behind her, her smile froze again and she touched her neck with lingering fear.

"You have a very good friend," he said sincerely.

Song Shu stared at the strange zombie corpses blocking the corridor for a while. He counted them and found that there were at least twenty of them. The corridor was blocked downstairs and upstairs. It was really creepy.

"Why don't you use your special powers to block it? Look at these corpses... After all, they were human beings when they were alive. It always makes me uncomfortable to see them piled here." Song Shu pulled Fu Ying's sleeve.

"Okay, I'll take care of it." Fu Ying said without hesitation, "Just throw them downstairs and block the door to Building No. 2."

Pitch-black particles appeared out of thin air around the body, condensing into a solid wall that connected to both ends of the door wall.

Wang Sheng looked at the two of them with interest, then extended his hand to Song Shu: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Sheng, and I'm a resident of Room 1015."

"I'm Song Shu, and this is--" Just as Song Shu was about to shake hands, Fu Ying gently pinched her right hand and pressed it down without saying anything.

"I introduced myself to this lady last night." Wang Sheng awkwardly withdrew his hand and rubbed his nose. "I am still very grateful to her for dealing with those bastards outside."

Song Shu asked, "You are also a superpower, right?"

Wang Sheng's face began to change. The surface of his skin turned into a gray-brown color similar to the stones on the roadside. He hit his face with his fist, which had also turned into stone, making a crisp collision sound.

"My ability is petrification, but I can't petrify the whole person at the moment, only part of the body." Wang Sheng returned to his original state and smiled, "I am a green-level ability user, I wonder if you two..."

He didn't have time to ask Fu Ying this question yesterday, and Fu Ying didn't intend to answer him with the real information, only saying that her ability was to control metal.

Song Shu hesitated for a moment, and at this moment, Fu Ying said calmly, "Her ability is the same as mine, but the level is not high, a little lower than yours."

Wang Sheng was surprised: "It turns out that you two can have the same supernatural powers, it's amazing."

Song Shu understood Fu Ying's intention. She pinched Fu Ying's hand and looked at Wang Sheng with a smile: "Then, can we sit down and have a good chat?"

Wang Sheng readily agreed: "That's fine."

He looked at the two elevator doors between 1408 and 1410 and said, "The elevator has been stuck on the eighth floor."

Song Shu didn't pay any attention to the elevator yesterday. There was no power outage in Building 2, but the elevator had lost power and could not be used. She always thought that there was an accident with the elevator.

"You mean, the elevator is stuck on the eighth floor because someone is trying to keep it there?" Song Shu asked, "Is there anyone on the eighth floor?"

"Yes, there are people." Wang Sheng smiled helplessly, "Because they sent people upstairs to grab supplies."

Song Shu and Fu Ying looked at each other.

Wang Sheng invited them into room 1409: "Come in and talk. They must have noticed this lady coming to Building yesterday."

Of course he was referring to Fu Ying.

After entering the living room, Song Shu quietly asked Fu Ying: "Did you see clearly yesterday how many living people were watching you in Building No. 2?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "I don't care."

Song Shu: "Ah? Where is your attention focused?"

Fu Ying: “… guess for yourself.”

1409 is actually quite clean, with little blood, but there are a lot of pet supplies.

Song Shu remembered that there was an elderly couple living in this household. They raised a golden retriever, a Border Collie, and a whole litter of tabby cats.

It seems that the cats and dogs all ran away when the strange death came. I don’t know if they have mutated as Fu Ying said.

As for the old couple, Song Shu hoped that they were still alive. Even if they were not, they would have suffered less during their lifetime.

At my age, I still have to experience this horrible apocalypse. It's really...

Song Shu sighed secretly and picked up a cat toy on the sofa, but was taken away by Fu Ying.

"Don't touch it randomly. This kind of cat toy may attract weird mourning cats with sensitive hearing." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu doubted: "Are there really strange mourning cats?"

Fu Ying didn't comment, but just gently stuffed the cat toy back under the sofa pillow.

Wang Sheng sat on the floor, crossed his legs, and looked a little serious.

"I'm not exaggerating. I don't know if you, Song Shu, have paid attention to the changes in Building No. 2 since you have been here for so long. But what I want to say is that there are small groups of people with special abilities both upstairs and downstairs."

Song Shu: "I hear noises from inside the building almost every day, but I usually close the doors and windows, draw the curtains, wear headphones, listen to music, play stand-alone games, and watch TV..."

Wang Sheng: "...Okay, got it."

He gave a thumbs up and said, "It's amazing that you can stay safely at home for so long. How do you solve the problem of supplies?"

Song Shu didn't speak at the first moment, but sighed to delay thinking.

"e=(′o｀*)))Alas..."

Wang Sheng: “…”

Fu Ying touched Song Shu's head and spoke for her: "She is very good at hoarding."

Song Shu moved closer to Fu Ying and gently changed the subject: "Okay, let's talk about the eighth floor first. What do you mean someone stole the supplies? Were you robbed?"

Wang Sheng nodded, a little surprised: "Why, haven't you been robbed before? Don't you feel like there's something missing from your room?"

Song Shu raised his eyebrows: "It's impossible to be less. I check my food intake every day. If I count wrong and finish eating early one day, I will be in trouble."

Wang Sheng: “…That’s true.”

"The people on the eighth floor came to steal supplies without anyone noticing, and you saw them?" Fu Ying suddenly interrupted their conversation, "Why didn't you join them?"

Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment: "Join them?"

"Since they have the ability to break into houses and rob, why should you starve? Just join their team." Fu Ying twisted a sharp blade with the fingertips of his left hand and questioned calmly.

"Who... who would be in league with that gang of robbers?" Wang Sheng smiled bitterly. "There are so many people. What if they kill me?"

"I also have the ability to kill you." Fu Ying said.

Seeing that the content of the conversation was leaning more and more towards meaningless provocation, Song Shu hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Hahaha, this Brother Wang must have his reasons for not wanting to join. We should talk about this now--"

She paused and looked at Fu Ying: "What are you talking about?"

The voices of Wang Sheng and Fu Ying sounded at the same time.

"Of course, how do we survive——" "Go downstairs and kill them——"

Song Shu: “…”

Wang Sheng looked at Fu Ying in doubt, and Fu Ying looked back at him coldly.

Song Shu asked tentatively: "How about...we choose a compromise?"

What she meant was naturally to first get rid of all the weird zombies on several floors, and then find a way to gather the psychics on other floors.

Fu Ying thought for a few seconds and agreed to Song Shu's compromise.

"Okay." She said, "Then go downstairs and kill them first, and then we'll find a way to survive."

Song Shu, Wang Sheng: "..."

No, which god taught you this concept of compromise?