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

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"You are sick, why are you fighting with her? Just let her in when she comes."

"I do not like this."

"You don't want this so you'll fight her?"

"..."

Xia Fu stared at Song Shu who was helping Fu Ying wipe the wound, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Fu Ying seized every opportunity to ask Song Shu for a reward. She held Song Shu's wrist, lowered her head and said seriously: "I want to have a good communication with your sister. She wants to slander me without knowing the truth."

Song Shu: "What did she say?"

Fu Ying curled her lips: "You said I was a dog."

Xia Fu was glared at fiercely by Song Shu, and he raised his chin with amusement.

It seems that her sister has really changed.

"I prefer wolves," Fu Ying said. "Wolves are more ferocious than dogs. They can kill anyone who wants to bully you."

Song Shu pressed her cheek hard and said speechlessly: "Just climb up the pole."

She helped Fu Ying brush off the dust on her body, turned her head to look at Xia Fu, took a look at him, and said calmly: "If you want to ask anything, just come in. There's no need to hit my people."

Shaffer: “…”

Song Shu held Fu Ying's hand, avoided her gaze unnaturally in the face of her praise-seeking eyes, and whispered, "Stop it."

Shaffer dusted himself off and followed leisurely.

When she entered the room, she realized that the supplies in the base were so abundant, unlike the amount that they could only carry in three RVs.

"Close the door." Song Shu said.

Shaffer closed the door casually, looked at the clean living room and neatly arranged boxes, and said, "It's too small. Since you want a house, why don't you ask our good stepfather for a bigger one?"

"I live alone, I don't need such a big one." Song Shu said coldly.

Shaffer: "Oh, that's easy to say. Isn't there a person standing here? Of course, if you treat it like a dog, that's not a problem."

Song Shu's expression changed: "Keep your mouth clean."

Shaffer took a can of drink from the dining table as if he was at home, still pointing and saying, "How stupid! If you want to distance yourself from the matter, why not make more money at once?"

Song Shu put his hands in the pockets of his nightgown and looked straight at her: "What exactly do you want to say? Once you're done, go down and take care of your people. I don't mind killing anyone except you."

Shaffer shrugged: "It's up to you, kill him if you want."

Song Shu: “…”

This woman is still the same as before, only loving herself.

She was too lazy to argue with Xia Fu, so she touched the wound on Fu Ying's face and said, "Go wipe your face first and disinfect it with alcohol."

"It's okay. This injury will heal soon." Fu Ying held her fingers and said gently, "Then I'll go cook right away."

Song Shu nodded and watched her stride towards the bathroom to wash her face, then came to the sofa and motioned Xia Fu to sit down.

When the two sat down, they didn't argue with each other like they did downstairs, but fell into a long silence.

Song Shu rubbed the drinks can with his fingertips, lowering his eyes and thinking about things.

In the end, it was Schaffer who spoke first.

"To be honest, I never thought of coming to Aito City to find you." She said calmly, "It was my mother who asked me to come to find you."

"..." Song Shu raised his eyes, as if he had heard something funny, and repeated, "Did mother ask you to come find me?"

"Do you think I believe that?" She opened the can and drank a sip of juice, calming down. "You might as well say that your stepfather asked you to do this."

"You think I would listen to my stepfather? Then you don't know me," said Shaffer.

"What do I need to know about you? You've been abroad for twelve years." Song Shu blurted out, "And I'm only twenty-three now, what do I need to know about you?"

Xia Fu tapped the can with his fingers and said, "Stop acting like a child here. I just want to ask you one question. Are you going back to Yunheng City?"

Song Shu frowned: "I won't reply, you can do as you please."

Shaffer thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't plan to go back. After all, the journey is too long, and the zombies are constantly evolving along the way. If we go back now, we might run into some big boss who will kill us all."

Fu Ying took the ingredients into the kitchen and glanced at them.

Song Shu drank two sips of juice and said with a curled lip, "Whatever you want."

Xia Fu slowly twisted the straps on his tactical uniform and said, "Our stepfather, mother, and half brother are all in a base in Yunheng City. My stepfather and mother are both blue-level, and Ai Xin is purple-level."

Ai Xin is their brother's name. Xia Fu looked at Song Shu and shook his head, "No matter what, our family is full of psychics. You have pulled down the average level."

"Well, I'm really sorry." Song Shu said.

Xia Fu held the can and raised his glass to her from a distance. Song Shu didn't want to pay attention to him, so she just raised her glass briefly and left it at that.

"I know you have an idea," Shaffer said. "The world is destroyed now anyway. You can vent your past humiliation in this chaotic world."

Song Shu smiled coldly: "Like you, you treat human life as worthless, and kill the people under your command whenever you want?"

Shaffer shook his head: "You are wrong. It's not that I want to kill him. He has reached that point and it is time for him to die."

"I said I joined in halfway through. Do you know why?" she asked. Song Shu was naturally not interested, so Xia Fu started talking on his own.

"When I reached the third city in the south, three bases there were destroyed by a group of blue-level monsters. Only a few people escaped, including Li Shuang and several other psychics."

"After that, we headed south together to find a shelter. We encountered many incidents along the way, and people joined us one after another. The dozen or so people you see now are basically from different cities and bases."

Song Shu: "So?"

Shaffer said, "So, as long as these people can have a shelter where they can sleep peacefully, they won't say a word about your requests. And as long as I'm here, they won't dare to deal with you."

Song Shu: "Oh."

Shaffer crossed her legs, took a pack of biscuits from the coffee table, and said, "As the eldest sister, I don't have any advice for you. I just hope you can survive. Don't be too saintly or too cowardly. Kill those who should be killed."

"But seeing how you are now... you have indeed grown. I think I can take back the last two sentences."

Xia Fu bit off half of the seaweed biscuit and threw the rest to Song Shu.

"Live well, little sister."