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

Under Fu Ying's supervision, Song Shu had to put Baji aside and continue practicing his copying ability obediently.

She had already mastered the art of copying Fu Ying's black mist and could even control it to change shape easily. However, her mental strength was not as strong as Fu Ying's and she soon became out of breath and fell onto the bed.

Fu Ying lifted her up and said in a serious tone: "Go on, you have to learn to extract the hatred from others, then you will fully master my ability."

"Ah? Ah? You want me to suck out the hatred in your body?" Song Shu couldn't believe it. "I might as well beg the gods of some country to let me brand you directly."

Fu Ying's face seemed to have a hint of smile: "You should know that I wish you could brand me right now."

Song Shu curled his lips, sat up straight and stared at Fu Ying, sensing the spirit crystal in her body again.

This time, perhaps because he had gained some experience and became more confident, even his ability to sense things became stronger.

Song Shu saw clearly the outline in the purple spirit crystal.

As for extracting the power from Fu Ying's spirit crystal, Song Shu could only sense Fu Ying's heavy and oppressive power at most, and a faint white light suddenly burst out from his heart.

She stopped trying before her mental energy was over-depleted and raised an eyebrow at Fu Ying's calm gaze.

"You failed to draw out the hatred from my body." Fu Ying said.

"I tried hard, but your power is very strong." Song Shu shrugged, "Maybe I should try to extract it from someone else's body."

She held a piece of white spirit crystal to restore her strength. Seeing Fu Ying lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking about, she leaned over and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about? Tell me."

——Talk about it? I’m afraid it’s not just talk.

The slightly protruding blue veins on the back of Fu Ying's hands were more obvious at this moment. She rubbed her fingertips gently with a dark look in her eyes.

She had to think of a way, she thought, how to force the people on the eighth floor to attack the fourteenth floor without leaving any trace, so that she would not be misunderstood by Song Shu because of her desire to take the initiative to deal with those people.

The electric psychic on the eighth floor can't control his subordinates. It would not be worth it if he was killed by several psychics before Song Shu contacted him.

It is hard to say whether the new psychics on the fourteenth floor can be truly trusted.

Maybe Song Shu would be foolish enough to believe them directly.

"Fu Ying, it's been raining outside. Will the entire road be flooded, or even the first floor?" Song Shu suddenly spoke.

Fu Ying reached out and gently stroked the back of Song Shu's neck, looking out the foggy window. From time to time, lightning struck, and a dull roar suddenly resounded throughout the building.

“Bang—bang—bang—!”

Song Shu listened to the continuous rolling thunder outside the building, which was almost like an explosion. He scratched his face and said, "This thunder is too loud."

Fu Ying continued to knead the back of her neck with an unfathomable expression. A few wisps of black mist flew out from her back and drilled out of the room along the ground.

"Get some sleep," Fu Ying said. "Keep yourself alert. We'll go have a good chat with the newcomers tonight."

Song Shu placed the dusty crystal on the bedside table. Fu Ying pulled back the quilt and watched her take off her large windbreaker.

Song Shu was wearing a white T-shirt underneath, which outlined her smooth waistline. Fu Ying knew that she was learning from her.

"You can wear a sweater if you want."

Song Shu crawled into the bed, her soft black hair scattered on the pillow. She smiled at Fu Ying and said, "I think this is quite convenient. Otherwise, I have to take off another sweater after putting it on."

Fu Ying sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her mobile phone. Song Shu leaned over and found that she was looking at a satellite map.

"Do you have offline satellite maps?"

"Yes." Fu Ying said, "This offline map helped me a lot along the way."

Song Shu kicked the quilt: "Don't look at the map, you can't leave now, come in quickly!"

Fu Ying looked at her and said, "I won't sleep."

Song Shu took her phone away with two fingers and said seriously, "Playing with your phone is bad for your eyes."

Fu Ying: "..."

She refused several times, but was finally pulled into the bed by Song Shu. The latter yawned and was so sleepy that tears came out of the corners of her eyes.

"...Are you sleepy?" Fu Ying asked.

Song Shu put his nose against her warm shoulder and said in a dull voice, "Hey, I've been consuming my mental energy these past two days, and I was fighting monsters at night, so I didn't get a good rest at all."

"We don't have much time to rest. The sooner we build a survival base, the safer we will be." Fu Ying said, "You said it yourself."

She lowered her head and saw that Song Shu had closed his eyes.

——Falling asleep quickly is also an advantage.

Fu Ying didn't say anything else, but just lay down on her side, staring quietly at Song Shu's sleeping face.

The black fog left Building No. 1 and rushed into the heavy rain.

The nearest building to the north of Building No. 2 is Building No. 4. At this moment, a large hole was blown out in the middle floor of Building No. 4, affecting the third and fourth floors above and below, and billowing black smoke and red flames were emitting.

It was true that there was thunder outside, but the sound of the explosion in Building No. 4 overlapped with the thunder.

The black fog stayed on a window on the north side of the ninth floor of Building No. 1, and slowly moved to the wall of the eighth floor, taking in the psychics in the next window.

Unexpectedly, the power grid outside the eighth floor had disappeared. The black fog tried to enter through the window cracks, hiding in the corners and eavesdropping on the conversations of the psychics.

"Building No. 4 exploded. What's wrong with the superpowered people inside?"

"How can you be sure it's a superpowered person? What if it's a zombie with superpowers?"

"Go die, how can we survive if zombies have superpowers?"

“Shut up, everyone.” The man in dark green work clothes took a puff of his cigarette and remained calm. “No one can be sure that zombies don’t have superpowers.”

Soon, figures in twos and threes rushed out from the huge hole where flames were shooting up into the sky, and jumped directly out of the hole.

The drainage system in the community was no longer sufficient to keep the ground clean. Those who jumped in were half submerged in water and ran wildly towards the south.

"I'm coming over here!"

"Don't shout! They may not be able to escape!"

"Are you crazy? There must be zombies chasing them. They are trying to escape to us!"

"No! We can't let them attract other monsters and zombies here. Follow me and drive them away!"

"Don't alert the enemy! We'll just guard our floor!"

"What's the point of defending such a small area!"

Isolated from the crowd, the boy standing alone by the wall watched the commotion in the next building indifferently.

He watched for a moment, ignoring the arguments of the others, and walked over to the man in work clothes.

"Cao Jian." Yu Yi said, "Do you want to save them?"

Cao Jian looked up at the white, green and blue lights coming out of the billowing black smoke in the big hole with a calm expression.

He flicked the ash off his cigarette and made a decision: "Save."