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

Fu Ying's nerves were stretched to the limit. She looked at Song Shu with some surprise, who had a serious expression. She then turned her gaze to He Wusheng, who had a calm face but subtle eyes.

She felt that she could no longer keep up with the thinking of these two people.

Song Shu just stared at He Wusheng, waiting for his response. The air was filled with a sense of oppression, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

He Wusheng pondered for a long time, and finally spoke with difficulty. His voice was low and slow, and every word carried infinite weight.

"He...is not a god."

"However, the supernatural power that my friend mentioned is indeed the power of God." As she spoke, a ball of energy gathered in her palms, and both Song Shu and Fu Ying could feel the surging energy in it.

And it's very familiar.

Song Shu: "So our mental strength..."

He Wusheng: "He calls it spiritual power, which is the core source for cultivators to increase their strength."

Song Shu: "So you don't have spirit crystals, nor do you have special powers. You can directly absorb mental power... no, spiritual power, to improve your cultivation? Are you a cultivator?

He Wusheng nodded.

Song Shu was stunned for a long time before he murmured, "So there really are immortals in this world? But... is the person who wants to kill me also an immortal cultivator like you?"

"He possesses something that can cause the world to turn upside down," He Wusheng said, "a divine weapon."

Song Shu's heart tightened: "Divine weapon?"

"Is it the artifact that led to the successful development of the virus and the creation of mutants and weirdos?" She couldn't believe it. "Shouldn't the artifact be kept safe? How could it be taken away by an ordinary person?"

"This is what I have been thinking about." He Wusheng said in a deep voice, "Why did the artifact fall into the mortal world and be taken away and used by people with ulterior motives to create species that do not belong to this world?"

Song Shu was still thinking: "So, the person who wanted to kill me had a divine weapon in his hand, so he controlled so many red zombies to kill me? In this case, we have no chance of winning."

"By the way, Miss He," she said, "you are not a god, but you also have memories from the past, right? Can you tell me about them? In the short term, do you think that guy will come to attack our base again?"

"That person probably doesn't know He." He Wusheng said, "If they knew of He's existence, the base here wouldn't have been attacked so quickly."

"Also, He's memory of the past of this world only stopped at the time when the heat-sensing virus broke out." She said, "After that, He fell into a long sleep, so he knows nothing about what happened afterwards."

Song Shu: "Sleeping? You have a high fever, right? Wait, you can't have a high fever for several years, right?"

He Wusheng shook his head: "It's not a high fever, it's a deep sleep. To be precise, He's soul consciousness has been sealed."

"Sealed?" Song Shu repeated, extremely confused. "You mean you were sealed before time went back, but in the world after time went back, your spiritual vein was awakened, is that what you mean?"

He Wusheng clapped his hands slowly: "My friend is very smart."

"So... you are the reincarnation of a god, right?" Song Shu suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his eyes shining, "Are you so awesome?"

"I am not a god." He Wusheng was amused by her and spoke frankly about himself.

"He has gone through 805 reincarnations and has been reincarnated in dozens of planes. Most of his reincarnations appeared in human form, and he also experienced the natural cycle and the laws of survival in the form of animals and plants."

"Every reincarnation is accompanied by the accumulation of karma. Good deeds bring positive karma, while bad deeds bring negative karma. There are traces of cause and effect."

"Becoming a god is not the end, but just a new starting point." He Wusheng said, "I am just following the way of heaven, saving myself and others, and I hope to have no regrets in my heart."

"Why have you reincarnated so many times? From what you said, it seems that you remember every memory of reincarnation," Song Shu said, "Does every time you reincarnate, the memories of the previous lives are superimposed?"

He Wusheng said: "I became a great Mahayana master in only one lifetime, and when I experienced the calamity, I recovered the memories of the thirty-four lifetimes I had experienced before. After that, I never thought of it again - until I was reincarnated into this world."

Song Shu: "It seems that you have a lot of stories. If you want to write a book, it will probably take many years, right?"

He Wusheng smiled and said, "The most profound impression is naturally the past events of my first life. Although I have experienced hundreds of reincarnations, I still feel that I am still the ignorant, carefree and unscrupulous person who was still under the protection of my master."

Song Shu pinched Fu Ying's fingers and thought.

"After that, we will have plenty of time to get to know each other. Since we are on the same side, let's have a happy cooperation, Miss He." She held out her hand.

He Wusheng held her hand, but let go after just a moment, his eyes fixed on Fu Ying who was beside her.

"This girl next to you is quite hostile to He."

"Ah - she is my wife, please bear with me." Song Shu felt that he was speaking like an ancient person, and the only thing missing was to change into an ancient robe and prepare a sword.

Fu Ying gently kissed Song Shu's fingers and asked He Wusheng: "Since you are not the same kind of people as us, why don't you talk more about yourself?"

He Wusheng stood up, walked slowly to the bookshelf and picked up a comic book.

"Since reincarnating into this world, He has recovered the memories of 804 past lives. Emotions are one of the deepest and most enduring parts of the soul. Although experiences and identities are different, the core of the soul remains unchanged."

She flipped through the comic book, her fingertips lingering on one page.

"He's soul was born from that deep emotion, and gradually became complete after hundreds of reincarnations. Each reincarnation experience made He's vitality stronger—"

She turned around and handed the comic book to Song Shu with a gentle look in her eyes.

"You really hope that the story of this comic book will have an ending, right?"

Song Shu subconsciously took the comic.

——It is "After reincarnation, I still think of my Master all the time."

"In fact, at the beginning of the story, the master did not plot against the disciple. In order to protect the master and the people she loved, the disciple chose to sacrifice herself. After that, the two never met again."

"And this book is just the rebellious thoughts in the heart of an unworthy person, depicted with a brush, nothing more."

Song Shu's heartbeat sounded beside his ears.

"What was your name in your first life?"

He Wusheng smiled but said nothing. Song Shu closed the comic and looked at the cover. The author of the comic was signed as:

——Weiyun.