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

Fu Ying's black fog tracked Yu Yi and teleported people to Building No. 1 one by one. After all the people and supplies were transferred, Yu Yi was exhausted and collapsed beside the elevator entrance on the eighth floor, closing his eyes to rest.

The white funerals downstairs in Building 2 had already rushed up and were blocked at the staircase leading to the eighth floor.

Yu Yi took two breaths and looked solemnly at the strange figure outside the power grid. He tilted his head back, as if thinking about something, still in a trance.

After a moment, he slowly stood up, caught a glimpse of something strange out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to the right.

A woman standing at the west end of the corridor, holding a long black knife in her hand, slowly walked up to him.

Yu Yi had seen the power of that knife before. He nodded and tried to make his tone as friendly and calm as possible: "Why did you come down here? Are you spying on me?"

Fu Ying looked at the strange zombie outside the electric fence, just played with the long knife in his hand twice, and said nonchalantly: "I will clean up the dangerous factors in Building No. 2."

Yu Yi raised his hands and joked, "I'll help you clean up these zombies."

Fu Ying lowered his eyes to look at the knife in his hand and said coldly: "You know Song Shu."

Yu Yi was slightly stunned, then nodded slowly: "Yes, we are from the same university, but not in the same major. She doesn't know me."

Fu Ying still looked at the knife in her hand: "You and she have been living here, how many years have you lived here?"

"Are you asking me?" Yu Yi rubbed his nose in confusion. "I have lived here almost since I was a child, until that summer four years ago, when I saw a new tenant move in. It was Song Shu."

Seeing that Fu Ying didn't say anything, Yu Yi asked, "Are you her friend? Are you here from another city to see her?"

——Friends?

Fu Ying thought that she and Song Shu were not friends in her previous life, they only met once.

"I'm here to look for her," she said. "You know her, but you've never looked for her."

Yu Yi raised his eyebrows: "I have no reason to look for her. We are not in the same major, and she doesn't like to go out--"

"Why are you paying attention to her?" Fu Ying interrupted him, "Do you like her?"

Yu Yi was silent for a few seconds and denied: "No."

But Fu Ying clearly saw that his ears were spreading red.

She lowered the tip of the knife, her voice lacking any movement: "So, do you want to stay in Building 1 or Building 2?"

"I'll stay there first, but we can keep in touch." Yu Yi said, "They...some of them are not original residents, but escaped from other places, with blood on their hands, you know..."

"No one has blood on their hands." Fu Ying said, "You go ahead."

Yu Yi looked at the strange figure at the stairs, thinking he didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Fu Ying: "Go forward."

Yu Yi was nervous for a few seconds, but followed the instructions and took a few steps forward.

Fu Ying suddenly threw the knife in his hand!

……

"Good job, really good job." Gu Zhenyan looked at Fu Ying who was walking up the stairs, "You went down without saying hello to us?"

Fu Ying was holding a large bag of things in her hand: "Quickly frozen dumplings, we can eat together tonight."

Gu Zhenyan: "...Wow, you suddenly become really friendly. Let Song Shu make a copy and put it in the refrigerator first."

Fu Ying came to the corridor and saw Yuan Lin and Gu Nini holding black bags, while Song Shu was whispering to them.

Yuan Lin: "I don't like this brand, the quality is really bad. I used this brand upstairs before because I had no other brand. It leaks when I sleep at night! What the hell, you might as well just burn it."

Gu Nini: "It's all your fault that you used up all the Liquid Treasure and Sleep Pants."

Yuan Lin: "...It's not my fault that I come so often, it really makes me feel cold!"

Song Shu: "I have some Cool A, both for day and night use, do you want some?"

Gu Nini: "Just to make it clear, I'm not used to using mesh ones, I only use soft cotton ones."

Song Shu: "Oh, it looks like someone likes to use mesh, my vagina is all cotton!"

Fu Ying: "..."

Gu Zhenyan had already quietly left. If Gu Nini saw him staying here and listening to the girls' conversation, he would probably be carried to a height of 500 meters and then dropped to his death.

Song Shu turned around and said happily: "Fu Ying!"

She rushed over and hugged Fu Ying, and took the bag from Fu Ying's hand: "Hey, are we having dumplings today?"

Fu Ying said: "I have sealed the main door of Building 2 and all the windows from the first to the tenth floor. From now on, this building is our survival base."

"You're so quick. I was wondering why I couldn't find you all of a sudden." Song Shu said, pulling her hand and walking towards the east end of the corridor. "I'll put this in the refrigerator first, and then make a copy. We'll take it out tonight and eat it together."

Fu Ying simply followed her back to the living room of 1415 and watched her pack up the full freezer.

"Song Shu." she called.

Song Shu closed the refrigerator door and turned his head to express his confusion: "What's wrong?"

Fu Ying stared at her without saying anything.

Song Shu came over, helped her brush off the dust on her body, leaned in to smell it, and couldn't help but frowned: "Throw away the clothes, I'll make you a clean one."

Fu Ying whispered, "Okay."

Seeing a brand new and clean jacket in Song Shu's hand, Fu Ying asked again: "Why can you copy clean clothes instead of clothes in this state?"

Song Shu looked at the clothes in his hand and said honestly: "I'm not too sure. Anyway, when I control my ability to copy food, I can determine the quantity and state myself."

"Can you copy the food in the state you are thinking of? What about other things? Kitchen knives, tables, windows, doors?" Fu Ying asked, "Can you copy the raw materials or the finished product?"

"Well... the raw materials are not good. I can only copy a broken item into a complete finished product. For example, if I eat half a bag of dumplings, I can copy a bag of complete dumplings or even dozens of bags." Song Shu said.

Fu Ying nodded: "Understood."

She took off her dirty jacket and threw it on the ground. Song Shu shook the new jacket and handed it to her.

Fu Ying took the clothes in her hand and threw them directly onto the sofa under Song Shu's gaze.

"——Fu Ying!?"

Song Shu stared blankly at the person in front of him as he took off his sleeveless vest. The familiar sweet fragrance became stronger in the living room.

——But Song Shu also smelled a rusty smell.

When she saw the shocking scars on Fu Ying's back, her legs couldn't help but go weak!

Fu Ying turned his face to the side, his black hair scattered in front of him, and said in a very low voice:

"Song Shu, I was scratched."