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

Song Shu and Fu Ying searched the hotel and finally found dozens of hand-cranked disaster prevention radios, survival bracelets, emergency kits, emergency sleeping bags, life-saving blankets and compressed dry food in the front desk cabinet in the lobby.

Song Shu held one of the disaster prevention radios and looked at the silent Fu Ying: "You are right, there is someone there."

She copied the things one by one and took them away. The two of them walked out of the empty lobby. Looking at the locked door, Song Shu grabbed Fu Ying's arm and teleported her out, then flew back.

The woman in the frozen memory picture, her eyes are enough to see through anyone's soul.

After Song Shu returned to the base, she locked herself in her bedroom and thought hard. She repeatedly played the voices she still remembered in her mind, looking for useful information from various memory images.

"Use your...last trump card..."

What is the final trump card?

"Let time... submit to..."

Time...does it mean time-related abilities?

"Let's get back to our time..."

Does it mean that time is running out...?

She is a reappearance...

Song Shu stared blankly at his rosy white palm, muttering to himself: "Please come back... Please come back..."

Fu Ying gently pushed open the door and heard Song Shu muttering these words in a low voice. Her heart was lifted up by invisible fingers and an extremely uncomfortable feeling of being suspended in the air spread through her limbs.

Xiao Shu...has he recovered his past life memories? But why is this so?

Shouldn't she be the only one reborn in this world?

Fu Ying tiptoed over and seeing Song Shu still muttering, she reached out and touched the back of her head.

Song Shu's mumbling finally stopped. She looked up blankly and asked Fu Ying, "You went to the Rose Hotel, did you really not see any superpowers?"

"Not yet. I plan to go there for a while." Fu Ying said, "You are worried that the place is not safe, right?"

"No... On the contrary, I have a hunch that if that place is really a transit station, then... it should be beneficial to us." Song Shu rubbed his temple hard, but after a few rubs, the movement stopped abruptly.

She looked straight at Fu Ying.

Rainy night, blood, human figures, torn throats, and shrill cries...

"You, in fact, have always known how to stop the transformation of low-level psychics."

"You knew how to save me from the beginning. Kane and the others were bitten by the Green Zombie but didn't mutate. It was you who helped save them."

"I...I was injured and poisoned by the Green Zang in the corridor. You fed me water - there was your blood in it."

Song Shu's voice sounded a little hollow, without any emotion. She murmured these words mechanically, and Fu Ying felt a chill on her skin.

Suddenly, Song Shu grabbed her hand!

The scene of the rainy night inevitably appeared in front of Fu Ying's eyes. She tore the tender flesh on her wrist again and again. A large amount of blood gushed out of the torn artery and poured into the wound in her lover's throat, mouth, and eyes.

She repeated the biting action over and over again. Pieces of flesh and blood in the water floated away. It was as if a big black hole was torn out in her heart. Despair, numbness and pain intertwined and devoured her soul.

Fu Ying's body shivered involuntarily, and the next second she realized that the lover who was holding her hand was also trembling uncontrollably.

Song Shu gasped for breath and felt that his heart and lungs were blocked by something, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Mind reading" + "empathy" + "eternal memory", her body and brain firmly remembered the pain that Fu Ying suffered on that rainy night.

A warm palm rested on Song Shu's cheek, and she heard Fu Ying sigh.

"I told you not to read my mind, you are so willful..."

"I can't possibly not know what you've done for me." Song Shu lowered his head and kissed her palm deeply, then raised his head.

"But you, why did you hide it? Why didn't you tell everyone?" Song Shu said, "If something happens, everyone won't panic. If low-level psychics need to be transformed, others can be asked to rescue them. Green psychics save white psychics, blue psychics save green psychics. Unless blue psychics are also transformed, they will need your help--"

"At that time, I only wanted to protect you. I didn't care about anyone's life or death." Fu Ying said, "Once this method is announced, it will cause a lot of impact. I'm afraid that someone will do everything they can to get fresh blood from high-level psychics, and they will stop at nothing."

"Fresh blood?" Song Shu was stunned.

"That's right. Only the fresh blood that flows out of the wound at the moment has the ability to inhibit transformation. The higher the level of the mutant, the faster the recovery speed after the wound is, which means that the body needs to be harmed all the time." Fu Ying said in a deep voice, "I will not let this method leak out unless it is absolutely necessary."

"How did you know this method? How did you do it?" Song Shu touched Fu Ying's wrist, which had been bitten off countless times, with a distressed look on his face. "Why didn't you even tell me?"

"I was also doing an experiment." Fu Ying said lightly, "This is not important."

"Let's talk about something else, Xiao Shu. Why do you think the Rose Hotel is good for us?"

Song Shu's eyes flickered, and he finally told the truth: "I think... I might have copied someone's ability to predict the future. Although it's not in my mark, I can be sure and certain that I don't know the woman named Xiang He."

"You didn't notice the date on the photo when you looked at it. Xiang He's face was basically the same as the one that appeared in a certain scene in my memory, more than 20 years ago, in the last century. Tell me, how could I know her, and she has not shown any signs of aging?"

"So I think that Xiang He must be a superpower, and she has become younger. As for why I met her and talked to her... maybe we will be allies in the future?"

The guesses that Song Shu made while thinking made Fu Ying break out in a cold sweat.

Because she knew that even if Song Shu knew Xiang He, he could not predict the future. It was obvious that Song Shu in his previous life had lived longer and met the leader of that large base and cooperated with him.

If this is the case, then it means that the Freedom Camp in the previous life did not exist for very long, and it should have been completely destroyed before Song Shu and Xiang He met.

After all, Yu Yi in his previous life was going to be killed by Song Shu, and no matter how much he delayed, it wouldn’t last long.

"What do you think, Fu Ying?" Song Shu asked suddenly.

Fu Ying breathed softly, and simply leaned over to kiss her, giving a muffled response.

"I think...it's possible."