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

The next few days were uneventful.

Time has arrived, it is New Year's Eve.

Judging from the feedback obtained after spiritual contact, Song Shu found that many people just wanted to celebrate the New Year.

Although the world has completely fallen into the abyss of the struggle between life and death, people still try to find a trace of the warm atmosphere of the past from this gloomy reality.

Therefore, everyone became busy and posted Spring Festival couplets on every building happily.

Ren De and Ren Fa were about to go find some firecrackers but were stopped by Fu Ying with a frown.

"Are you trying to tell other weirdos - 'I'm very happy, I'm celebrating the New Year, come and join us, hahaha'?"

Ren De and Ren Fa looked at Fu Ying, who had an expressionless face, as she said these words in the most calm tone and then walked away lightly. The two of them showed the same silly expression.

Ren De: "Brother, was she joking with us just now?"

Ren Fa: “Brother, she is speaking metaphorically.”

Ren De: “What a magical metaphor…”

Fu Ying arrived at the community and saw Song Shu and Bo Li going to the cemetery. She followed them and saw Song Shu conjuring up offerings in front of each tombstone.

She turned into a small black dot and slowly moved over.

"What do you think about what I told you?" Song Shu said.

"You mean the Zombie Arena? I think it's a bit risky." Bo Li said, "Although many people think this method is feasible, if you really want to keep the Zombie inside the outer wall, something will happen one day. The simulated battlefield can easily turn into a real battlefield."

"Of course I'm not raising them. I won't feed them spirit crystals and flesh and blood." Song Shu said calmly, "When the arena is not open, I will definitely lock these weirdos up."

"I know what you're thinking. You want to capture some of the unconscious white zombies and the less conscious green zombies to level them up, that's fine." Bo Li lowered his voice, "But you even want to try to capture the blue zombies...? Aren't you overestimating the power of our base?"

"More importantly, the blue zombies basically retain their consciousness and intelligence from their previous lives. They can use their supernatural powers, speak, and lead low-level zombies to act. If you catch them—"

"Well, we have to do it step by step." Song Shu said in a deep voice, "I won't let anyone die in the base again, but when disaster strikes, low-level psychics can't participate in the battle at all. If you're not careful, you'll die."

"When encountering a large-scale zombie tide, high-level psychics must eliminate the most zombies in the shortest possible time. However, low-level psychics will not gain much combat experience. The crisis facing the base will be less severe after this winter, but we cannot relax."

"..." Bo Li was silent for a few seconds, then smiled, "I feel that your way of thinking has changed since you became a purple alien."

"Is there?" Song Shu blurted out. She was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "Probably - after becoming stronger, the things you think about are indeed very different from before."

"When I was still Bai Yi, I also thought about protecting the base, but more often I had to think about how to protect myself and how not to hold Fu Ying back - now, I understand Fu Ying's thoughts at the time, and I am more confident to say that I want to protect the base."

Bo Li patted her shoulder and said, "So, are you and Fu Ying doing okay? How's your relationship?"

"Me and Fu Ying?" Song Shu raised his eyebrows. "Fu Ying and I are very good."

Bo Li and she walked back and left the cemetery.

"That's good. You've only known each other for two months, but you've already hit it off and fallen in love with each other." Bo Li said, "It means you're destined to be together."

"It's fate." Song Shu said, "I'm very glad to have met her... although I never thought I would be with a younger sister than me."

"Huh? Fu Ying is younger than you?" Bo Li asked in surprise, "I thought she was at least 24 or 25 years old."

"No way, she is..." Song Shu paused, turned his head sharply and scanned the air.

Bo Li: “What’s wrong?”

Song Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and continued chatting with her: "Nothing, Fu Ying is not even twenty yet... Being young is good, and has strong fighting power."

Bo Li: "What do you mean by combat effectiveness?"

Song Shu: “Literal meaning.”

Bo Li: "What about the non-literal meaning?"

Song Shu: "...Should we talk about this?"

Bo Li said indifferently: "It's okay, just tell me, I won't tell anyone else. I have been completely led astray by Ah Yan's shamelessness."

Song Shu: “Hahaha…”

Spring Festival couplets were posted on both sides of the residential building’s gate, small fish and pepper skewers were hung on the lamp posts, and red carpets were laid at the entrance of the building’s gate.

Xia Fu sat on the roof of the RV, smoking and watching Li Shuang and Nan Dan hanging small lanterns on the trees.

Song Shu and Bo Li came over. Xia Fu exhaled a puff of smoke, squinted his eyes and raised his chin slightly to signal the two of them.

"Have you enjoyed the New Year celebrations these years?" She said this to Song Shu.

Song Shu glanced at the two people hanging lanterns over there and said calmly, "Live by yourself, no one bothers you, it will be comfortable."

Xia Fu jumped off the RV, his black boots firmly on the ground, and walked towards Song Shu.

"I agree with you on this point," Shaffer said lightly, "Foreigners don't celebrate our country's holidays anyway."

"I thought about your suggestion of the gladiatorial arena last night. It's a good idea. I thought it was just something your girlfriend whispered in your ear, but it turns out it was your own idea. You've made progress, little sister."

Song Shu ignored her so-called "praise", turned around and left with his hands in his pockets, and saw Wang Jin, Chen Ru and Guo Zi walking towards him from Building No. 6, holding several New Year hanging cloths in their arms.

"Come on, let's go sit with me first." Bo Li said, "In the past two days, you have distributed a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and meat to each building for the New Year. You have worked hard."

"It's my duty," Song Shu said, "but I accept your thanks."

They looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding.

"Bo Li--" A shout came from the high-rise balcony of Building No. 5. Song Shu looked up and saw A Yan leaning on the balcony. His already messy hair looked even more unruly when blown by the wind.

Song Shu grabbed Bo Li's arm and teleported her back.

"How about this, you guys prepare the food first." She said, "I have something else to do, so I'll go to another building first."

Bo Li said: "Okay then, you go first."

Song Shu teleported away in front of them, but reappeared in front of the open space of Building 3, where Xia Fu was using the reflection under the tree to shred a lantern that had been hanging on the branches, earning a glare from Nan Dan.

"Big sister, if you make trouble again, you will be killed."

Li Shuang lowered her head and fiddled with the tassels of the lantern. Xia Fu didn't care: "It's just a broken lantern. Do you really want to celebrate the New Year properly?"

Nan Dan looked at her as if she was crazy: "What else?"

Xia Fu was making himself look bad. He put his hands in his pockets, snatched the lantern from Li Shuang's hand, and wrapped the tassel around his finger.

Li Shuang's gaze passed over her and stared at Song Shu who was standing beside the flower bed.

Shaffer glanced back: "Little sister."

Song Shu turned his head and continued walking south, his hair blown by the breeze——

She reached out her hand and gently pinched the soft and sticky little dot of black liquid attached to her hair.

"Is eavesdropping fun?"