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

"Squeak... squeak..."

The horrible sound of nails scratching on the blackboard is enough to make everyone get goose bumps and scream crazily when they think of it late at night.

When Song Shu was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep by the crazy sound of nails scratching, she thought she was back in the classroom.

——But where are the classrooms nowadays?

As soon as this thought came to mind, wisps of cold air rushed up Song Shu's spine to the back of her neck, suddenly clearing her hazy consciousness!

"Crunch-Crunch-" The weird and crazy scratching sound is getting closer!

Song Shu struggled to lift up the warm ten-pound quilt, and tremblingly took out a silver kitchen knife from under the pillow.

The cold air in the room penetrated into my nasal cavity, causing me to shed some physiological tears.

There was a creaking sound outside the window. Song Shu took out another hammer from under the pillow, stared at the highly light-transmitting cartoon curtains, and suppressed his breathing.

"--boom!"

A dull crash frightened Song Shu so much that his body stiffened.

A vague shadow appeared behind a thin layer of curtains, moving slowly and crawling.

Song Shu stared straight at the ten long nails extending from the shadow, gently stroking down the window.

She glanced down and subconsciously kicked the quilt up a little, thinking quickly.

If I curl up in my quilt, would it be too cowardly to die?

What if a survivor searched this room and saw her dead in the quilt? Would he call her "Quilt Man"?

Song Shu stared at the shadow reflected by the curtains, quickly calmed down, steadied his breathing, slowly slid off the bed, and used the quilt to block in front of himself.

The windows were locked and the curtains were drawn tightly, leaving no gaps.

If we just let it go on like before——

The zombies outside the window scratched the window glass with their long claws, and the harsh scraping sounds fiercely penetrated into Song Shu's ears. She grimaced, but did not dare to cover her ears.

I don't know how long it took, but the zombie lying on the window began to move slowly upwards.

Song Shu waited patiently for the zombies to leave. When the noise became much quieter, she stood up, looked at the kitchen knife in her hand, and smiled bitterly.

In an instant, an indistinct roar accompanied by the crisp sound of glass breaking sounded above the floor!

Before Song Shu could react, he saw a shadow flash past the window.

Could it be that the zombie fell down? !

Song Shu ran around the bed - she checked the tightness of the curtains, opened a gap, and secretly looked down.

Although the fourteenth floor is high, her eyesight is much better than before after awakening her special powers.

Therefore, Song Shu saw very clearly that the zombies that fell from the tall building had their limbs twisted, but they healed at an extremely fast speed.

And those green eyes were staring straight at the tall building, revealing a bit of hatred.

This long-armored monster probably holds a grudge, so don’t let it scare the 14th floor.

Song Shu was worried. She was about to draw the curtains. Her eyes moved slightly and she looked towards the elevated road less than two blocks away from the community.

The zombies that used to roam there have now turned into corpses that can no longer move.

"Eh……?"

A survivor suddenly appeared on this elevated road that was already filled with the smell of death.

Song Shu opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly the man wearing a black hood standing on the white vehicle.

At this time, the green-eyed zombie had stood up, with its long armor firmly embedded in the wall, and began to flexibly twist its body to climb up!

Song Shu narrowed her eyes and stared at the hooded man, and suddenly realized that the man was facing the direction of their community.

The hooded man suddenly raised his head.

Song Shu only saw the pointed chin hidden under the hood, and the next moment, the person in the white vehicle disappeared.

?

One blanket?

Song Shu decided to turn a blind eye and covered the tiny gap in the curtain - bang!

There was another sound of a heavy object hitting the glass window, and the thick black fog blocked the window by about 70%.

Song Shu pulled aside the lower curtains and looked in amazement at the hooded man leaning against her bedroom window. She couldn't hold it in any longer:

"No dude—are you Spider-Man?!"

"..."

Her involuntary complaint was obviously heard by the hooded man outside, who turned his head slightly.

In the black fog, a hand wearing a half-finger glove bent its knuckles and tapped lightly on the window.

Song Shu had been hiding for half a year, so of course she knew what this meant. She nodded solemnly and did it in one go - drawing the curtains!

"..."

The person outside the window was silent and patiently knocked on the window again.

But this sound was heavier than before.

Like a little unhappy.

"...Okay, okay, I'll open it for you!" Song Shu thought that there were zombies below that could climb through windows, and this Spider-Man could also climb through windows, so just let him in.

Maybe it was because she had been hiding for half a year and finally met a person with superpowers who looked very strong, so she became bolder and pushed the left window to the right: "Hello, I am--uh!"

A heavy mountaineering backpack bumped into Song Shu's arms, interrupting her enthusiasm.

Song Shu hugged him in a panic, staring blankly at the handsome but cold eyes under the hood of his windbreaker.

...Yes, it’s a girl.

The two looked straight at each other, paying no attention to the zombies below who were persisting in climbing the stairs.

"Roar!"

The harsh sound of nails scratching glass, accompanied by a roar, approached the fourteenth floor!

Song Shu was startled and his soul flew away.

She looked down and saw the green-eyed zombie roaring and rushing towards their window.

"Sister Spider-Man, hurry up and kill him!" Song Shu grabbed the windowsill and stomped her feet anxiously. Suddenly, the hooded man who was given a nickname just stared at her face, his dark pupils hiding the indecipherable thoughts.

The green-eyed zombie climbed to the thirteenth floor!

Song Shu took two steps back, grabbed the kitchen knife on the bed, and saw the hooded man leaning motionless against the window. He was almost completely confused.

No - how can you be so calm? !

That's a zombie! Not a harmless gecko!

Song Shu took a deep breath and grabbed the curtain, intending to cover the zombie's face with it.

——Let’s kill the corpses with a quick knife today!

She went to the window again and heard a clear female voice, with each word being particularly distinct.

It seemed to penetrate a layer of extremely cold water curtain and slowly flow into her ears.

"Call me Fu Ying."

Song Shu: "Okay Fu Ying! No problem Fu Ying! Be careful down there—"

The green-eyed zombie clung to the wall, right under Fu Ying's feet, stretching out its long claws to dig into her ankles!

Black fog was raging under Fu Ying's feet. Seeing Song Shu's face turned pale with nervousness, she lowered her head and jumped down expressionlessly, kicking the zombie in the face!

Song Shu was lying by the window, and saw two pitch-black crescent-shaped knives appear in Fu Ying's hands as he fell rapidly.

In the few seconds of falling, she hooked the zombie's neck and forehead respectively, and lightly slashed it to both sides - in an instant, black blood splattered everywhere!

Song Shu watched the zombie's body being separated and fell to the ground with a thud, its twisted limbs never recovering.

Fu Ying, whose light and slender figure was wrapped in black mist, seemed to have a suction force that allowed her to easily stick to the glass.

The black fog outside Song Shu's bedroom window spread downwards, pulling her up.

Because of the commotion, a lot of zombies have gathered at the bottom of the building, but fortunately none of them have the ability to climb up.

Fu Ying climbed directly into the bedroom from the outside, closed the window quickly and took off his hood.

She turned around with a cold expression, and her face was covered by a large vacuum-packed chicken drumstick.

"..."

Song Shu poked his head out from behind the big chicken leg, revealing a bright smile.

"My name is Song Shu, and this is a thank you gift."