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

He Wusheng's appearance made Fu Ying upset.

All the dead red mourning animals in the outer city turned into invisible smoke and dust, as if nothing had happened just now.

Fu Ying was worried that Song Shu's guess would come true, so she raised the black sword in her hand and pointed it directly at He Wusheng's face.

The latter looked calm and was not annoyed by her rudeness.

"So you are here to kill me, right?" Song Shu replayed his previous dream, and there seemed to be no trace of the person in front of him. "You are the one who has the ability to go back in time."

He Wusheng shook his head.

"On the contrary, I'm here to help you deal with that person," she said. "We are on the same side in this matter."

--What?

Song Shu was surprised. She tried to read this person's mind, but it was useless. She couldn't even sense the spirit crystal.

Could this person also be Jin Yi?

The black walls of the inner city were blocked by the psychics, and everyone was looking down, wanting to know what was going on.

"I have no intention of arguing with you two. How about we sit down, have a cup of tea and have a good talk?" He Wusheng bowed politely, his expression softened a little, and he made his suggestion calmly.

Since he was able to eliminate so many Red Sadnesses at once and knew things related to the first week, it seems that he knew some truths that they didn't know.

Well, they had no way to refuse Miss He's proposal.

Song Shu gently pressed Fu Ying's hand, signaling her not to threaten others.

"Then we have to talk today, right?"

He Wusheng smiled: "At present, it seems like this."

Fu Ying reluctantly put down the knife.

-

He Wusheng paced slowly in the living room, her footsteps light and silent, her slightly drooping hat covering her face.

She came to the bookshelf next to the TV, looked at the neatly arranged novels and comics on it, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"I thought you were cosplaying. You're dressed like this in the apocalypse. Aren't you hot?" Song Shu sat on the sofa. As the host, she made a cup of hot tea for He Wusheng.

"This is He's favorite outfit. Even in this devastated world, we must take good care of ourselves." He Wusheng took off his hat, placed it gently on the coffee table, and picked up the cup of tea.

"Ms. He, please take a seat." Song Shu said.

He Wusheng sat upright on the sofa, the aroma of tea lingering in the air. She blew away the hot steam on the tea surface gently, took a sip, and closed her eyes to savor it carefully.

Throughout the whole process, she remained calm and peaceful.

Song Shu almost thought she was the kind of hermit who lived in seclusion from the world, her temperament was simply amazing.

She had so many questions in her mind that she took a few sips of tea and waited for He Wusheng to open his eyes.

Fu Ying sat next to her, staring at He Wusheng with extremely sharp eyes.

He Wusheng lowered his black eyelashes, looked at the shaking tea, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Before we talk about you going back in time, He would like to ask you a question first," she said.

Song Shu: "It's okay to ask."

He Wusheng: "Do you believe in the existence of gods?"

Song Shu: "I don't believe it."

He Wusheng: "Why don't you believe it?"

Song Shu: "It's meaningless."

He Wusheng pondered and said, "Do you think the existence of gods is meaningless?"

Song Shu said calmly: "At least the existence of gods is meaningless to me. I still have to bear the pain by myself. Even if gods exist, they can't help me share it."

He Wusheng took a sip of tea and asked slowly: "Do you hope that gods exist? At some point in your life, when you were alone and helpless, did you ever hope that some supernatural power would save you?"

Song Shu looked at her quietly, and his tone was a little colder when he spoke again.

"Hope? Maybe."

"That is just a futile fantasy of a weak person. The only person who can truly save me is myself. Don't you think, Miss He, that believing in God is a way of deceiving yourself?"

He Wusheng smiled: "Believers who believe in God find hope in despair and strength in adversity. Isn't this meaningless?"

Fu Ying held Song Shu's hand and interrupted the conversation without hesitation: "I think it's meaningless to talk about this."

"Maybe it means something to them." Song Shu shook his hand back and looked at He Wusheng and said word by word, "But for me, I prefer to rely on my own hands and wisdom. I have my lover and relatives and friends to work hard with me. I don't need to rely on any faith."

"I don't deny the power of faith, but I think it is more like a spiritual crutch. If one keeps using a crutch to support their body, then they will always be crippled. God is high above and will not understand."

The topic of conversation gradually shifted towards philosophical debate. Fu Ying wanted to interrupt again, but He Wusheng gave her a look.

That glance instantly made Fu Ying defensive.

What does He Wusheng want to talk about?

"Gods have also experienced the sufferings of the human world." He Wusheng said in a soft voice.

"Experience those cold winter nights, the helplessness and suffocation of hunger and cold; experience the powerlessness of being unable to save those around you when you are weak; endure the pain of being helpless when facing a close friend in desperate situation, and the grief of parting with the person you love most."

"These sufferings are like permanent marks engraved in the soul. Even if you become a god, those past events will become a shadow hidden in your heart, which will never go away."

Song Shu frowned.

"But according to what you said, gods finally gained eternal life, right? They are free from the lifespan limit of mortals, but they will always remember the pain. Is becoming a god an advantage or a disadvantage?" She said, "If it were me, I would rather grow old with my love and die of old age."

He Wusheng looked at her, with admiration in his eyes.

"But if you could choose, you could stop being a mortal and become a god with your lover, and live in eternal love?"

Song Shu was slightly stunned and did not answer immediately.

"Indeed, if you love each other, eternal life is a blessing." He Wusheng said, "If there is only hatred in your heart and your soul is twisted and evil, eternal life is a curse."

She laughed softly and drank the tea in one gulp.

Song Shu seemed to understand, but He Wusheng didn't get around it: "I have answered your question. Now we should talk about time travel. What do you know? Are you also a reborn person?"

He Wusheng placed his hands on his knees, his thick, black eyelashes drooping.

"On the contrary, I know nothing about the past of this world."

“When I awakened the long-dormant power in my body, I also got a glimpse of some of the secrets of this world.”

"And now, I need you to help me stabilize this chaotic world."