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

Xia Fu did not express any opinion about being expelled. Fu Ying lifted the oppression on her and watched her stand up shakily. The broken arm section was healing rapidly.

New flesh and skin grew, but no bones.

Losing an arm was not a big deal for Xia Fu. She stared at Song Shu for a long time in silence.

Then, she turned and walked towards Song Shu's bedroom. Countless black fog instantly blocked the door, not allowing her to enter.

"You don't deserve to see her now." Song Shu said.

Shaffer didn't look back, just stared at the door: "Is she going to die?"

"Do you care if she dies?" Song Shu just asked coldly.

Xia Fu didn't answer, but her breathing became irregular. She stood there for a while, then turned around and looked at Song Shu.

"I came here alone to find you," she said, using the power of shadow to completely shatter her burnt arm, smiling faintly, "and now I am going back alone as well."

After saying that, Shaffer turned and walked towards the balcony.

"You chose to be alone." Song Shu's voice sounded behind her, "You asked for it."

Shaffer paused, then continued walking out.

The black cage in the protection zone of the southern outer wall still had water columns washing the psychics inside. Shaffer disappeared into the shadows, but when he left the high black wall, countless slender water bombs hit the edge of the parapet.

"Are you leaving?" Nan Dan was originally looking at the psychics in the cages with a smile, but her familiar fighting habits made her sense Xia Fu's departure and catch up with the person in the shadow.

Schaffer appeared before her.

Nandan looked at the left side of her body, with mixed emotions in his heart: "You are a bastard, do you know that?"

Shaffer didn't react. He just looked up at the clear blue sky and said, "You will live a long time here."

Nandan: "Well, of course. So, where are you going?"

"Go back to where you came from." Shaffer looked down at his broken arm. "Maybe my mother will try to feel sorry for me because of what I've experienced."

"Goodbye," she said, returning to the shadows.

Nandan couldn't catch up anymore.

-

"Do you have anything to say?" Song Shu sat on the sofa, watching Fu Ying cleaning the blood and charred fragments on the ground. After Fu Ying finished cleaning, he just stared at her without saying a word.

Fu Ying must have been choosing her words while cleaning up, because the first thing she said was:

"I don't understand what's in Shaffer's mindset, and now I don't understand what's in your mindset even more."

She originally thought that Song Shu would analyze something, such as Xia Fu lacked love and was tortured by his original family, so he had to vent on other people to get pleasure and peace of mind, but Song Shu said nothing.

She just drank a sip of hot tea, picked up a pen, and wrote something on the A4 paper where she had taken notes earlier.

Fu Ying walked over and looked down.

"If things had developed the same way as in the previous life, no one would have lived long, and there wouldn't be anything like what we have now." Song Shu lowered his eyes and continued to draw the timeline, "We have changed too much, and changed the original destinies of many people. Why do we have to start all over again?"

"What if all this comes at a price?" She said to Fu Ying, "There can't be only one person in this world who has the ability to make everything happen again. Why must it be me? Why must the chosen person be you? Isn't it a bit too hasty to rely on just the two of us to change everything?"

Fu Ying hesitated for a long time before saying, "Are you considering the price of rebirth?"

"It's definitely not as simple as rebirth and starting over again." Song Shu's shoulders slowly sank, and she held the pen, hanging over the paper, and took a long time to put it down. "In terms of strength, we are far superior to other bases now, but what should we do after that? In addition to the game between the living and the living dead, there are also various disputes among the same kind."

"We survive, then what?" she said, "Kill all the weird zombies in this world, clean up all the people who are not good for us, then what? Can the remaining people always maintain a harmonious attitude towards each other?"

"You think too far, baby." Fu Ying put his arm around her shoulders and said softly, "Let me tell you what I think. My idea is that humans have never defeated the monsters in the future, so you chose to start all over again in your previous life. As for choosing me, she must have her plans. If she left you any information, I think you will know it in the future. Don't worry about it."

"In that case, what is our goal for survival? You know, to conserve our energy and get rid of all those damned zombies at the right time. We are still playing a game between the living and the living dead. For now, we only need to consider this goal and find ways to reach it and deal with related problems."

Someone was shouting outside the wall.

"Can you give me some clothes? Stop looking at it! There's nothing good to see!"

The laughter of Ye Qi and Han Ya was particularly noticeable, as was the sound of Wang Sheng and Ren Fa blowing the hooligan whistle.

"Come on, come on, each of you will get a cute milk fluffy strawberry bear nightgown~~"

"Fuck! Just kill me!"

"Really? Then I'm welcome!"

"..."

The two people in the living room were not disturbed by the outside noise. Song Shu looked at the words on the paper hesitantly, and finally lowered his voice.

"If I can finally accept her memory, accept it completely, then will her will replace my will, or will I use her memory? Will her memory affect my own judgment?"

Fu Ying took the pen from her hand and said seriously: "You are you, she is she, you are different."

"I don't think you were upset because of Xia Fu and Li Shuang?" she said, "Did you have a nightmare again?"

"I dreamed about a lot of things, all messed up," Song Shu said. "Only the last scene puzzled me. I couldn't figure out what it meant."

Fu Ying: "Show me, empathy."

Song Shu pursed his lips and said nothing. Fu Ying was a little unhappy: "Xiao Shu."

"You won't understand even if you see it." Song Shu sighed and decided to let her feel it.

The scene in front of Fu Ying's eyes suddenly changed, his consciousness came into a fog, and he saw the person standing in the fog.

It’s the Song Shu in Delu Lake Forest, but they don’t look quite like him.

Song Shu, who was wearing a black windbreaker, looked at her with a faint smile on his lips. A dazzling yet slightly soft purple light emanated from his heart, but as the red spirit crystal in his hand emitted light, the purple light was directly covered.

Song Shu's expression was still as calm as ever, and his gentle and friendly face, under the reflection of the red light, quietly revealed a hint of hidden coldness.

And, the decision and calmness after careful consideration.

——The picture disappeared before his eyes without any warning. Fu Ying blinked, feeling a little dazed.

She turned her head and saw an awkward look in Xiaoshu's eyes.

Fu Ying spoke before her, otherwise she would have to listen to jealous questions again, so she pretended to be serious and asked, "Did she talk to you?"

Song Shu snorted, as if he saw through her anxiety: "No, it was just a dream, so I feel confused. I don't know whether she deliberately let me see this scene, or I have been trying to figure out my intentions in my previous life day and night, and it is a false illusion woven in the dream."

Fu Ying thought for a moment and said, "I think it should be a message she left for you."