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

Song Shu bit his fingertips but felt no pain.

Fu Ying called her: "Song Shu."

Song Shu loosened his fingertips tremblingly, staring at the four eye-catching deep red bloodstains on Fu Ying's snow-white back, his mind went completely blank.

The bloodstain made her dizzy instantly. Her blood rushed up and she reached out to touch it. Her breathing became extremely rapid.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Fu Ying had already heard her crying, but she just stood there calmly, her voice very gentle:

"I was caught by accident, so..."

"I'll get you disinfectant and iodine!" Song Shu hurriedly drew the curtains, turned on the lights, rushed to the TV and opened the drawer of the cabinet below!

She dug out alcohol spray, iodine, cotton swabs and gauze, and forced Fu Ying to sit down.

The shocking scars on the skin were exposed with blood and flesh. Song Shu was so anxious that his heart ached. The hand holding the alcohol spray couldn't stop shaking. He kept muttering: "Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid... Nothing will happen..."

Fu Ying was very calm. She said to Song Shu, "I was ambushed by Lan Sang who wanted to kill Yu Yi before. Have you seen what she looks like?"

"——Stop talking!" Song Shu's voice suddenly became sharp.

Fu Ying's brows felt hot, and she closed her mouth silently, feeling a warm liquid flowing on her back.

"Her ability is to become invisible, but luckily, I killed her." Fu Ying said, "I can extract the hatred in the monster spirit crystal, so I can lock her location--"

"Why are you telling me this?" Song Shu sniffed and gritted his teeth, "Shut up and don't talk!"

Fu Ying raised her lips slightly. Even though the scars on her back were burning with pain from the alcohol, she said nothing but calmly, "I can't stay here, Song Shu."

The person behind him stopped moving, then continued spraying and used a soft towel to wipe the slightly black blood.

Her movements were very gentle.

Fu Ying stretched out her finger and gently touched her heart: "Song Shu, if I mutate, you must dig out my spirit crystal in time."

"Bang!" The towel was thrown to the ground with force. Just as Fu Ying was about to turn around, a warm body pressed against her back.

Song Shu's arms hugged her waist and abdomen tightly, his fingers pressed hard on her firm skin, and his forehead rested on her back.

The person behind him said nothing and breathed rapidly.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and looked at Song Shu's trembling arms, just wanting her to hold her tighter, tighter.

……

"Yu Yi, why did you come back just now?"

Cao Jian asked Yu Yi who was standing at the window of the corridor on the tenth floor of Building No. 1, and looked at the tenth floor of Building No. 2 whose windows were sealed by the black substance.

Yu Yi was breathing lightly, his face was pale. He scratched his hair and looked like he was struggling.

Cao Jian realized that something was wrong and grabbed Yu Yi: "What's wrong?"

Yu Yi opened his mouth and said stutteringly: "Lan Sang... When she and I were cleaning up the Bai Sang downstairs... there was a Lan... a Lan Sang who attacked us..."

Cao Jian's facial muscles twitched: "Then?"

Yu Yi was still in shock. He could not forget the blue-sad girl who had attacked him. He suddenly appeared from behind and scratched Fu Ying's back.

But Fu Ying turned around and pulled out a wisp of black mist from her transparent head, forcing out her true form.

And the blue spirit crystal was also pulled directly out of the head by the black fog.

Killing Lan Sang so easily was of no avail.

Because Fu Ying was scratched, it also means she was infected!

And...and if Fu Ying mutates, he will become a terrifying monster like Zi Sang!

Can they still survive? No one has ever seen the power of the Purple Sorrow!

Cao Jian patted his face, looking serious and anxious: "What happened?"

Yu Yi came back to his senses, looked at Cao Jian's expression, and calmed himself down.

“Building 2 will be destroyed,” he said. “We should take them all in.”

……

Song Shu put gauze on Fu Ying's wound. She put on her clothes and whispered, "Song Shu, you don't need to..."

"You'll be fine." Song Shu also whispered, "You're not allowed to leave me."

Fu Ying was silent for a moment, then turned around and looked at her face.

The girl's eyes were red, but her expression was unusually calm.

Fu Ying said: "If you stay with me, you will be hurt."

Song Shu just picked up the blood-stained gauze and other medical supplies. Fu Ying stared at her movements, feeling a slight tingling sensation in her heart.

Although she didn't know what this strange feeling meant, she now revealed a smile of true satisfaction.

Song Shu threw all the towels and paper into the trash can, turned around and saw Fu Ying smiling with her lips pursed, feeling extremely depressed.

She took a deep breath, then suddenly rushed over and grabbed Fu Ying's face: "What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? Aren't you afraid?"

Fu Ying held her in his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and reached out his hand to gently stroke her back.

"With you here, I'm not afraid of mutation at all."

Fu Ying felt the person in her arms trembling, and she knew that Song Shu was trying his best to calm himself.

But even so, her body couldn't stop shaking.

"You said..." She grabbed Fu Ying's collar tightly, "You said you wouldn't leave me. You said you wouldn't leave me until I built a base!"

"Yes, I won't leave you." Fu Ying continued to stroke her back and said softly, "I'm a little sleepy now. I want to sleep for a while. Is that okay?"

Song Shu opened his mouth, then closed it and nodded heavily in her arms.

-

The rain outside seemed to have lightened a little, and there was basically no thunder anymore.

Song Shu was about to turn off the bedroom light, but Fu Ying stopped her, her face gentle: "No need to turn off the light, you will be in darkness."

Song Shu put down his hand, sat on the bed and stared at her in a daze.

"You are Ziyi." She said, "I don't believe you will mutate. I don't believe it. Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel your spirit crystal moving upwards?"

Fu Ying did not answer her, but continued: "Only when a person dies, becomes brain dead, and loses his breath, will the spirit crystal take over the brain and mutate into a weird zombie."

She lay down slowly, Song Shu covered her with the quilt, and asked repeatedly: "Do you feel cold now? Or hot?"

Fu Ying held up the quilt: "Song Shu, can you stay with me for a while?"

Song Shu was silent for a few seconds, took off his windbreaker, got into bed, and hugged her sideways.

Fu Ying stared into her red eyes, and his tone became more and more calm when he spoke: "If I am going to mutate, it will probably be within these few hours. If you find any signs of mutation in me, kill me."

"Have you learned to extract my hatred now?" she asked Song Shu, "You have to hurry up and imprint my supernatural power, Song Shu, there is no time."

"I will learn it." Song Shu said in a low voice, "If you really mutate, I will kill you too."

Fu Ying said: "Well, you are the smartest girl I have ever met."

"...Shut up." Song Shu's cheeks were aching. She held Fu Ying's wrist tightly, pressed her nose against Fu Ying's neck and shoulder, and smelled the sweet fragrance on her body.

Because of this, she couldn’t see Fu Ying staring at the top of her head with burning eyes and curling his lips in a malicious way.

——Be with me, Song Shu.

Thinking this, Fu Ying hugged Song Shu even tighter in her arms, her lips gently caressing his soft hair.

——I am the only one who will not betray you.