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

"It's February! It's time to celebrate the New Year!"

"Who has Spring Festival couplets? Well, just use these!"

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year! I won't have to work anymore in my life. I won't have to worry about not having annual leave. I won't have to worry about working overtime to please my boss!"

"Are you guys okay? What are you talking about?"

Ren De and Ren Fa were running around excitedly in the corridor and were kicked twice by Gu Zhenyan. The two men held a bunch of beautifully packaged Spring Festival couplets and stickers in their arms, made a face at Gu Zhenyan, and ran away.

Wang Sheng leaned against the door and smiled: "Let them be. The New Year is indeed coming soon."

Gu Zhenyan was speechless: "It's the end of the world now, what kind of New Year is this? You're fooling around with them. It's so dangerous outside, and these guys don't have any sense of vigilance."

Wang Sheng: "But this is also the first New Year we can celebrate after the beginning of the apocalypse. It is of great significance, Gu Zhenyan."

Gu Zhenyan: “…”

The two saw Song Shu and Fu Ying go out. Song Shu looked at the upside-down blessing character on his door and turned his head to look at the two boys who were walking over: "What's going on?"

"Those two idiots wanted to celebrate the New Year." Gu Zhenyan said, "I posted it for you in advance."

Song Shu laughed: "Even if it's the New Year, you can't post it now. Can't you wait until the first day of the New Year?"

Gu Zhenyan: "...No, is this the problem? How can they still be in the mood to celebrate the New Year?"

"It's not a bad thing to find some happiness in unfortunate days, right?" Song Shu touched the word "Fu" and said, "It's February now. Time flies."

The snowstorm outside the corridor window was still raging. Song Shu took a look and asked Fu Ying, "Are you still going out on patrol today?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "No need."

"Why?" Gu Zhenyan asked.

Fu Ying simply said: "The inner and outer walls are ready. Our base defenses have now been extended to within a two-kilometer radius of the community, which is a more suitable distance. There is also an underground cellar in the basement of the community. I used my supernatural powers to build a cellar that can accommodate ordinary people and the wounded to hide in it."

"Wow! Well done, Fu Ying. Our base is now in good shape." Gu Zhenyan put his hands in his pockets and shook his head, then walked back.

"I'm going to patrol the north outer wall. See you later."

Wang Sheng also left from the balcony to the inner wall. Fu Ying looked at Song Shu and said, "You don't really want to celebrate the New Year."

"Are you talking about the Chinese New Year? I have been celebrating the New Year alone for the past four years. When I was at home before, the New Year didn't feel like the New Year. It made no difference to me whether I celebrated it or not." Song Shu said, turning around to look at Fu Ying.

"I didn't have any expectations for the Chinese New Year before, but this year, I have a little bit of hope and want to spend the New Year with everyone," she said. "But it's a bit of a shame that there are no new Spring Festival Gala skits to watch."

"Sketch? You can let Ren De and Ren Fa perform a skit in front of you, the effect will be the same." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu smiled and took her hand: "Let's go, let's go outside and take a look."

The two of them teleported to the battlement of the southern inner wall. Just to the south, a series of high black walls stood there, and different buildings were connected by black passages. It was very convenient for the psychics who wanted to rush over to provide assistance in time.

The snowflakes fell on the black wall. They were originally preserved, but now they have been swallowed by the black wall, revealing a rich and conspicuous black color.

"If a zombie wave breaks out, our manpower will actually be dispersed a lot." Song Shu said, "Is it really possible to build the wall so far away?"

"The outer wall is used to block low-level zombies, and we are mainly responsible for dealing with high-level zombies." Fu Ying said, "Think about it, there are so many people in this city, how many of them will mutate into zombies? I'm afraid that one after another, there will be no peace."

"Will it be like this?" Song Shu placed his hand on the black substance, thinking.

"I will protect you no matter what." Fu Ying said.

"Song Shu." A voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

Song Shu looked to the left and saw Xia Fu playing with an ice blade in her hand. She said lightly, "This ice blade is quite nice. Do you want my people to make one for you?"

Among Xia Fu's people, there is also one person who possesses water-related abilities. More importantly, that person can also master ice-related abilities. She is a very capable girl named Nan Dan. She has exotic facial features, but she is very white and has a cold personality.

"No need, I have this." Song Shu knocked on the black wall and said to Xia Fu.

In the howling snow and wind, Xia Fu stared into the distance in silence, and Song Shu did not say anything either. Fu Ying embraced her, and with his other hand he gently wrapped a strand of her long, smooth black hair around his fingertips, circling it around and around.

They just looked into the distance. The outside temperature in February had dropped to minus 40 degrees Celsius. Song Shu, standing outside, needed to expend mental energy to maintain a normal body temperature. Xia Fu and Fu Ying were purple-level psychics and could keenly sense the mental energy leaking out of Song Shu bit by bit.

"What is your special ability?" Shafer suddenly asked, "I don't think I've ever heard you mention your special ability."

"Is it necessary to know so clearly?" Song Shu said.

Shaffer: "You already know my abilities, why don't you confess yours?"

"What kind of supernatural power can I, a white alien, have?" Song Shu smiled faintly, "I'm just a little clever."

Schaffer: "Oh, I guess you're not very smart either."

"But your girlfriend is quite smart." She said meaningfully, and Fu Ying glanced at her coldly.

"I don't understand why you have to irritate me." Song Shu turned his head expressionlessly and looked directly at Xia Fu, "Or is it that you can't get rid of the contempt and suspicion of others in your life?"

Xia Fu chuckled: "When have I ever doubted you?"

"No?" Song Shu said calmly, "When I was young, you doubted my nature a lot."

"That's because your blood is dirty." Xia Fu smiled, but he showed no fear when Fu Ying suddenly ejected a long black knife. "No wonder others dislike you."

"I have never expected anyone to like me." Song Shu said, "How good are you?"

"People should live for themselves. I will not regret any decision I made." Xia Fu spun the ice blade, with a hint of coldness under his calm face. "The world is inherently unfair, little sister."

"But the difference between you and me is that at least I know what I'm doing," she said, "but you can never figure out who you really are. Do you want to escape from the past? No, you can't. Your nature is exactly the same as the man who gave you life and your life."

"No matter how much you deny it, no matter how much you want to cut yourself off from all the people and events in the past, you can't get rid of the dirty blood that has been flowing in you since birth—"

Song Shu was still standing there, but Fu Ying and Xia Fu had already started fighting with their weapons. The psychics patrolling the corridors on the high walls saw this and stood there motionless.

"Stop hitting me." Song Shu said, "Fu Ying."

"You have a good dog, little sister." Shaffer laughed, "But she doesn't really listen to you, does she?"

Fu Ying drew out the surging hatred in her body, and countless wisps of black mist instantly rushed out from the black wall, binding Xia Fu's hands and feet!

"Your ability is truly miraculous, Fu Ying." Although Shaft was restrained, he was still unforgiving and said sarcastically, "I just don't know if you are willing to do the same - take out my sister's heart and take a look at it?"

The chill on Fu Ying's face was intimidating, but Song Shu had already walked over slowly and looked down at Xia Fu, who was lying on the ground. When the latter saw her coming, he smiled and said, "Little sister, are you willing?"

Song Shu looked down at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and slapped her!

The palm strike was not heavy, but Shaffer was obviously surprised, with some unknown emotion in his eyes.

"Yes."

Song Shu said softly.

"I'm not afraid of Fu Ying leaving me."