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

Schaffer poured her a drink.

"There are people watching here." What she meant was naturally that the psychics from other buildings were all nearby, so don't be so rude to Li Shuang.

Song Shu just crossed his legs, closed his eyes, picked up the wine glass and drank, ignoring Xia Fu's move to clink glasses.

Shaffer smiled, not paying attention to her indifference, and said, "Happy New Year, little sister."

"Well, let's have fun together." Song Shu said, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Just chatting about family matters, what else can we talk about?" Shaffer said with a sigh.

Song Shu's eyes were red, and there seemed to be a faint buzzing sound in her ears. She shook her head and whispered, "There's nothing to talk about... Family matters, don't you think it's funny?"

Xia Fu tapped the ground lightly with his toes and said calmly, "I know from Li Shuang what you have been through."

For a moment, Song Shu's heart seemed to be frozen. She lowered her eyes and said nothing, because she knew that with Xia Fu's character, he would grab Li Shuang and ask her for answers.

But this doesn't mean that Shaffer feels sorry for his sister.

"So what?" Song Shu was drinking and had forgotten whether he had drunk two taels of wine. It seemed that he had, but fortunately, he was not very dizzy. He probably had improved his alcohol tolerance.

"So I don't understand why you never think about revenge. If I were you, I would kill them all without mercy even if I had to chase them to the ends of the earth," said Xia Fu.

"Really?" Song Shu said indifferently, "What if I say I want to kill Li Shuang now——"

"This is the difference between you and me," Shaffer said. "If you want to kill someone, you have to kill him directly. You can't drag your feet or hesitate. If you hesitate for even a second, someone will stop you from doing it, just like now."

Song Shu stroked her forehead, feeling an inexplicable sourness surging in her chest. She suddenly felt nauseous and took a deep breath of the cold air.

"Well, just protect her. When you can't protect her anymore, I will kill her without hesitation." Song Shu said, "Just watch, Xia Fu, you'd better stay with her."

The dishes on the table were almost finished. Xia Fu picked up another piece of braised beef and put it in his mouth. Song Shu raised his eyes, searching for Fu Ying.

"To be honest, I don't really hate you. I can say that I am taking my anger out on you, and I think it is reasonable." Shaffer said in a flat tone, "I am not a good sister either. I will not be very attentive and considerate to you, nor will I indulge you and tolerate you."

"I'm glad you know." Song Shu put down the wine glass, leaned back in the chair and pressed his fingertips against his temple. His dark eyes were slightly dazed. It would be more comfortable if he closed his eyes, so he just closed his eyes.

"Little sister, sometimes I wonder why fate made you and I come out of the same mother's womb, but made us hate each other." Shafer's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Of course, there is no reason for this world, and there is no need to explain why we were born. Perhaps, this is our fate."

"However, when I came to find you, I did think that you were already dead. I didn't think of taking you back. I myself would not go back. I would just keep wandering around like this, going to any city I wanted."

Song Shu rubbed his temple, his voice full of fatigue: "What do you want to say?"

Xia Fu pondered in silence, and finally laughed. Song Shu opened his eyes and saw her drink the rest of the wine.

"Nothing, I just think it's interesting to stay here and watch you try to become a ruthless apocalyptic leader."

Song Shu: "I didn't say I was going to be cruel."

"The Monster Arena has given me some clues, little sister." Shafer said in a relaxed tone, "You thought you wouldn't change, but later on, you will become like that. And my hope is that you don't forget your original intention."

"I do believe that you can become a normal leader in the end times, but the road is still long. You have to work hard. I hope I can live to see that day."

"..."

Song Shu looked away and said calmly, "Are you setting a flag here? Stop cursing yourself."

Xia Fu laughed, Song Shu stood up, took the wine glass and left.

……

After three rounds of drinking, some people got drunk, some sat on the ground singing, some cried, missing their relatives, friends and lovers whom they would never see again, and some held their mobile phones, sending text messages that could not be sent and making calls that could not be made.

Infected by this atmosphere, Kong Sisi also started to sniffle and squatted on the ground and cried.

"I want my mother..." She wiped her tears. Luo Ze stood beside her with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Bo Li and Song Shu used telekinesis to collect the leftovers on the table and threw them into the garbage bag. Bo Li said, "It would be great if there was a supernatural power that could make all the garbage in the world disappear, so there would be no need to pollute the environment."

"By the way, can't Fu Ying's black liquid devour things?" she asked Song Shu.

Song Shu thought about it and shook his head: "It should only be able to devour the corpse of the monster zombie."

Bo Li: "...What's the difference between a zombie corpse and garbage? Besides, is Black Liquid picky about food?"

Song Shu shrugged: "I don't know. Anyway, the 'Absolute Hate' I copied from Fu Ying cannot have the ability to devour the black liquid. Fu Ying's control over her abilities is unmatched by us."

After cleaning the table, Song Shu was still looking around.

She saw Kong Lian pick up the crying Kong Sisi, and Luo Ze just watched the two leave without following them.

New Year's Eve should have been a day for reunion, Song Shu thought, but when these people gathered together to celebrate the New Year, the sense of relief of surviving the disaster would eventually dissipate, and they would begin to face the naked reality and the cruel future.

People who can never be seen, love that can never be met again, and the past that can never be reviewed.

Song Shu rubbed her nose and thought optimistically that it was a good thing that she didn't have anyone she particularly cared about before the end of the world, otherwise she would probably be crying now.

"Luo Ze, why don't you follow?" Song Shu touched Luo Ze's head.

Luo Ze lowered his head and said, "I also... miss Uncle Paul very much."

Song Shu: "Luo Ze..."

Luo Ze raised his head, his clear blue eyes were moist.

"Actually...actually, it's okay if Big Sister doesn't kill him."

Song Shu was stunned.

"I... I could have controlled him all along. I could have controlled him so that he wouldn't hurt anyone. I was wrong. I shouldn't have let him kill Big Sister and Brother Kane." Rose started to cry. "This way I could still see Uncle Paul—"

Song Shu used mind reading on her, and the scene in the supermarket appeared in front of him.

The deceased Green Sang was the young and cheerful uncle in Luo Ze's memory.

She was silent for a long time, then squatted down to wipe Rose's tears.