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

Fu Ying's whole body was wrapped in black fog, blocking the rain, and he flexibly used his supernatural powers to pull his body forward and fly in the high-rise building.

The rain on the tall buildings seemed to be colder and more fierce than that on the ground floor, and visibility was also very low, but as a Purple Alien, she still had a keenness that others could not achieve.

Wisps of black fog penetrated the rain and clung to the windows of the corridor on the eighteenth floor of Building No. 1 on the east side. Fu Ying flew straight over, jumped in from the wide-open window, and landed gently on the ground.

The black fog enveloped her body, and from a distance it was just a black fog, with no human figure visible at all.

There were four or five strange zombies staggering in the corridor, bloodstains and gnawed corpses on the ground.

Fu Ying looked at the tightly closed door of 1801, and then at the strange figure stuck on the balcony window in the living room of 1802.

She walked into 1802, and the weirdo with his face pressed against the window slowly turned his head. His lips disappeared, revealing his yellow teeth biting up and down.

Fu Ying did not give him the chance to rush over. A black mist flew past him and broke the fragile brain of the monster.

The black mist spit out a white spirit crystal of ugly shape. Fu Ying held it in his palm, thinking about something.

Ignoring the corpse of the strange zombie, she walked straight to the refrigerator and searched it, only to find it was empty.

"..."

Fu Ying searched the house and found that all the food had been taken away.

She pulled out a long black knife and searched every room on the eighteenth floor. She opened all the locked doors and killed all the mutated zombies.

Without exception, the rooms on this floor had been ransacked.

——Even if it’s a locked room.

Fu Ying clenched the hilt of the long sword and suddenly looked in the direction of Building No. 2.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and controlled dozens of black mists to fly away from the window, searching upwards along the eighteenth floor, and directly drilled in through the balcony and bedroom windows.

From the 22nd to the 18th floors, there were no people, no supplies, and only a few strange creatures.

The black fog continued to search downwards. There were many strange zombies below the fifteenth floor. There were dead bodies in the bedrooms and living rooms, lying in pools of black blood.

Fu Ying opened her eyes and pinched the white spirit crystal to absorb spiritual power. She went downstairs, holding two long swords, and chopped off the heads of several monsters.

The strange head fell to the ground, its eyes were still turning, and its body fell down with a bang, but it seemed as if something was guiding it, slowly crawling towards the head.

When the head and neck were tightly pressed together, the cut surface slowly healed and returned to being flat.

The one difference between a mutant and a zombie is that a mutant will die if his head is cut off. Even if it can be reattached, he will be transformed into a zombie after death.

Whether or not one has autonomous consciousness is another matter.

Fu Ying ignored the strange zombie bodies that were looking for their heads, pushed open door after door, and searched almost half of the building, but there were no living people and no food.

In order to avoid the monster and seize the supplies in the room without hurting himself, Fu Ying could only think of one supernatural power.

But the experience this power brought her was not very pleasant.

People are the same.

……

Song Shu sat on the sofa, imitating Fu Ying's movements, gently turning the small black blade between his fingertips.

She looked at the anime-related stands on the coffee table and picked up the red headphones next to her. The style was exactly the same as Gu Zhenyan's.

As early as when she was communicating with Gu Zhenyan, a replica of the headphones had already fallen from mid-air in the bedroom onto the bed.

Song Shu connected the headphones to his phone’s Bluetooth and put them on his head to listen to music.

She was lying on the sofa, hugging a soft white goose down blanket and taking a rest.

After a few minutes, she slowly fell asleep to the soothing rhythm of the instrumental music.

Song Shu didn't turn off the kitchen light.

——A long dark shadow suddenly appeared at the door.

The shadow stood there silently for a few seconds, then left the kitchen and walked slowly forward.

The girl on the sofa was covered with a white velvet blanket, her breathing rising and falling steadily.

The owner of the shadow walked slowly forward and looked around the living room at the changes, realizing that there was already a second person living in the house.

He looked down at the girl's sleeping face with deep eyes.

"——Dong dong dong!"

There was a loud knock on the door, and Song Shu was startled from her sleep. She suddenly realized that Fu Ying was not around, so she turned her head and stared at the door.

Although the living room was filled with all kinds of food, it still seemed a bit empty.

Maybe there's someone missing.

Song Shu lifted the blanket, walked to the door, looked through the peephole and saw that there was no one outside, and he began to wonder.

If she didn't know that Yuan Lin could become invisible, she would really think it was haunted.

Since you don’t see anyone, don’t open the door.

"Knock knock knock." There was another knock on the door, but there was still no one outside.

Song Shu scratched his face helplessly and ignored it.

"Fu Ying doesn't let me go out casually." She said this and lay back on the sofa.

There was no sound outside the door.

-

Fu Ying killed a white zombie and looked at the crowd of heads surging below from the stairs.

There are no living people in Building No. 1.

There are no superpowers, and no ordinary people.

Building No. 1 is closest to the gate, so it was probably the first to fall when the crisis broke out.

Even if someone escaped in, it would be difficult for them to survive in the surging tide of zombies at that time.

Or in other words - the survivors had already moved to a safer place and left the community.

Fu Ying was carrying a backpack filled with gauze, medicine, some frozen goods that had not been taken away, and vacuum-packed meat.

Fu Ying glanced around a bedroom and saw the comics and peripherals on the bookshelf. She walked up and took a badge, placed it in her palm and stared at it for a few seconds.

I don't understand why there is such a thing to collect.

Fu Ying thought about it, looking out the window at the heavy rain that showed no sign of abating, and vaguely saw the flickering lights of a shopping mall building in the distance.

She took out a telescope and used this tool to improve her vision so that she could see the swaying figure in the floor-to-ceiling window.

——It’s weird.

Fu Ying took away the telescope, his body filled with black mist, and flew out through the window.

She flew back to Building 2 and gently placed her bag on the corridor on the fourteenth floor. Just as she was about to search somewhere else, she felt a strange tingling sensation on the back of her neck.

Fu Ying turned around abruptly and looked at Building No. 1 through the heavy rain.

……

The rain fell down madly like an unbroken line.

A gust of wind blew, and the rain was blown into the corridor window and onto Fu Ying's windbreaker.

"...Fu Ying?"

Song Shu heard the noise outside and opened the door a crack. She saw Fu Ying standing by the window. She walked over with a little worry and held her hand.

My fingertips are so cold.

Song Shu looked up at Fu Ying's profile, and his expression changed instantly.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

Fu Ying's eyelashes, wet by the rain, trembled slightly.

She slowly turned her face, and her two dark and lifeless pupils seemed to be dipped in ice water, revealing an extreme coldness.