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

After a brief silence in the room, Song Shu smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, we have to solve the problem." She said, "Well, we are not sure how many people there are on the eighth floor, right, Fu Ying, you——"

Wang Sheng saw that she stopped, so he asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Song Shu wanted to ask Fu Ying to release her supernatural powers and go downstairs to track the situation, but Wang Sheng was here, so it was difficult to say: "Brother Wang——"

"Just call me Wang Sheng." Wang Sheng grinned, "It's already this late, no need to be so polite."

"Then let's call each other by our first names, so that it will be easier for us to communicate." Song Shu said, "It's like this, I learned from Fu Ying that the levels of superpowers and strange zombies are basically the same. Have you seen a green zombie like the one that climbed on the window yesterday?"

"Green funeral... No, the ones I faced downstairs were all white funerals - is that the way to say it?" Wang Sheng looked at Fu Ying, who nodded slightly.

"It's impossible that there are only white zombies in the community." Fu Ying gave the two of them a shot of prevention, "According to every city, county, and town I have passed through, there are strange zombies that are higher in level than white zombies."

"Although we are in the northern suburbs of Aito City, this is where the first cases of fever were reported, and the strange mutation must have appeared first."

This coastal city is small, but it accommodates at least 20 million people. There will be more zombies in the urban area, so it is not surprising that high-level zombies will mutate.

Moreover, in the third autumn of her previous life, when she crossed the sea to the port of Aito City, she and other survivors were suddenly attacked by a strange army of zombies led by the Red Zang...

Fu Ying twirled the blade, his eyes dark.

"Yes, so if we want to ensure safety, we need to do one thing." Song Shu continued Fu Ying's words with a firm face, "We need to gather all the living people, whether they are superpowers or ordinary people."

Wang Sheng pondered, "But we can't do it alone... and we can't guarantee whether the survivors on other floors are willing to cooperate with us - of course, I hope to have a team."

"Fu Ying, you are very powerful, but we cannot make a conclusion about their wishes first." He said seriously, "I think that since you have come to Building No. 2, why not join us and save the people in the community together."

Fu Ying just played with the blade coldly and ignored him.

Song Shu said: "Fu Ying is already with me, so of course she is one of us, there is no question of whether she should join or not."

Fu Ying's fingertips that were playing with the blade trembled lightly, and she looked at Song Shu's confident profile.

"You obviously joined us later, so you should figure out the order." Song Shu shook his finger at Wang Sheng, who shrugged and said, "It's still more reassuring and safe to communicate with good people."

Fu Ying looked outside the balcony and said calmly, "Blue-level monsters will have self-awareness, you should pay attention to this."

Wang Sheng's smile faded, and he asked in surprise: "So how many levels are there?"

"White, green, blue and purple, from low to high." Song Shu said, "Fu Ying has already told me."

"...It seems that you have experienced a lot in other places." Wang Sheng stared at the sharp blade in Fu Ying's hand. He felt a little chilly when he thought about how he tried to fight back but was beaten last night.

Metal power? He fully believed that the blade could break through his petrified body and cut off his head.

Then, this uninvited guest who only came for one day should be a blue-level psychic, or even a higher level, right?

"My ability can only protect me from being bitten by the monsters, or from breaking their heads and limbs," Wang Sheng said. "But they can recover. I can't kill them every time and can only escape to another room."

Song Shu immediately revealed the truth: "It's the spirit crystals in the monster's brain, we have to dig them out."

Wang Sheng was confused: "What spiritual crystal? Is it the same as ours?"

Well, this guy doesn’t know about the strange spirit crystal either.

Song Shu felt a sense of pride as if she knew a lot. She patted Fu Ying's back with satisfaction, and was glad that she had opened the window for the person at that time.

Song Shu began to explain the matter of the spirit crystal to Wang Sheng. Fu Ying lowered her eyes and stared at the blade that was resting on her fingertips. She silently pinched it and let it fly out of the balcony along the ground.

The obedient black fog slid down the glass windows, passing over one window after another that was either broken or covered by curtains so that no one could see inside, and flew to the air conditioning shelf between the eighth and ninth floors.

Some slight crackling sounds could be heard from here, and the black fog continued to move downwards, sticking to the windows and looking at other floors as well.

Finally, it turned around outside the first-floor door and flew towards a white-level monster lying on the ground with its mouth open.

The look on his face was as if he was waiting for some meat to fall from the sky, and he looked particularly rotten.

The black mist split into dozens of thin strands, which stuck to the monster and lifted him into the air.

So, a survivor hiding in a shopping mall not far from the community stuck to the window and clearly saw a swaying strange zombie being slowly lifted to the eighth floor by countless black mists.

The black fog swung in the air, like a swing, and swayed forward.

Then, the strange zombie, whose limbs were stretched wide, rushed straight to the living room window of 0807 with an unstoppable momentum!

"Zizz-crack-bang!"

There was a burst of crackling noises downstairs, which startled Wang Sheng so much that he jumped up subconsciously, and his heart flashed green light reflexively. Song Shu also grabbed Fu Ying's arm tightly: "What's going on...?"

Fu Ying glanced at her: "Are you scared?"

Song Shu: "No..."

Fu Ying: "It's okay, just hold me if you're scared."

Song Shu: “?”

Wang Sheng had already crawled to the edge of the balcony, and Song Shu followed him over to look down. As a result, he saw a charred human body clinging tightly to the window downstairs, with blue electric light still crackling on its body.

"Oh my god, is that a psychic or a weirdo? Why is he climbing the stairs?" Wang Sheng murmured.

"Bang!" The charred human body was knocked away by something, with electric light crackling all over his body, and he fell directly to the bottom of the building!

Fu Ying came to Song Shu and looked at the strange zombie falling to the ground thoughtfully.

Since the spirit crystal was not eliminated, the charcoal lying on the ground gradually returned to its original state. The strange zombie with silver-white eyes was still staring blankly at the sky, without any fighting power.

"There is an electric-type mutant on the eighth floor." Song Shu reacted quickly, "It seems that he is a pretty powerful person."

"The electrical system is really powerful." Wang Sheng said, "No wonder the elevator stopped on the eighth floor. I think they have controlled the elevator's electrical system."

He scratched his stubbled chin and said, "But when did that weird beast crawl up here? We didn't notice it at all."

Song Shu also felt strange. She turned to look at Fu Ying, but the latter just turned his gaze back and looked at her.

"I didn't notice it either." Fu Ying said, "That monster must have extraordinary abilities."

Song Shu: "But he just died in vain."

Fu Ying: "You are just Bai Yi, but you have more potential than many people."

She pulled Song Shu, who was smiling, away from the balcony. Wang Sheng also cleverly closed the windows and doors, drew the curtains and pretended that there was no one upstairs.

"Such a loud noise will attract other monsters here," he said.

Fu Ying didn't say anything and took Song Shu away from 1409.

Being weird and sad is not the problem, talent is the problem.

Fu Ying thought that what she had to solve was not just the weird sadness.