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

The deal proposed by Song Shu was very clever.

She asked Heaven to protect Fu Ying and prevented the five gods from harming Fu Ying. The price she had to pay was to bear the judgment of Heaven for Fu Ying - that is, death.

But the targets of her transaction this time were five gods, five gods who would not let Heaven get its wish. The price they wanted would be shared equally by everyone.

In other words, everyone has to put forward a condition to ask for a price from Song Shu, so there is no way to directly let her accept the judgment of the Heavenly Dao Realm.

Because then the people behind will not be able to make any demands.

Therefore, the conditions they proposed must be in line with the transaction, and the price must be affordable for Song Shu, and the price must be comparable.

The five gods looked at each other. Emperor God Ruyang thought for a moment and slowly said, "I accept your conditions. Now, I will take something from you."

Song Shu said calmly, "I'll be at your service any time."

The Emperor God said: "I will take away your voice. You can use all the powers related to sound, but your lips and tongue will never make any sound again."

As soon as she finished speaking, a divine force flew out from her hand and hit Song Shu's throat. She tried to speak, but no word came out from her lips and tongue.

——As expected, she thought to herself, finally relaxing her nerves and letting a slight smile appear on her lips.

The God of War was the second to speak: "I will take away your sense of taste. You can still use all the abilities related to taste, but you will lose your sense of taste forever."

As she spoke these words, a divine power burst out from her sleeves and descended from the sky like the wind, and Song Shu suddenly felt tasteless.

She tried to lick the blood on her hand, and there was a subtle feeling on the tip of her tongue. She knew it was the smell of blood, but she could no longer taste the specific flavor.

"I will take away your sense of smell. You can still use all the supernatural powers related to smell... but you will lose your sense of smell forever." The Holy Spirit sighed.

The golden light penetrated into Song Shu's nose. She lowered her head and sniffed her right hand which was gradually growing flesh and bones. She could not smell any rust. Then she turned around and stared at Fu Ying's face infatuatedly.

The Goddess of Fortune pondered in silence. She glanced at the God of War beside her, then looked at the girl with her back to her. She grasped the tortoise shell with her long fingers and gathered it in her sleeves. Snow-white light emanated from around her.

"I will... take away your sight."

The snow-colored light sank into Song Shu's back. She looked at Fu Ying, and a layer of black shadows began to cover the area around her vision, converging towards the center.

As she lost more senses, the chains on Fu Ying's body slowly disappeared, and her feet suddenly fell to the ground.

She hugged Fu Ying, feeling the warmth of her soft body, pressed her lips against Fu Ying's cheek, and looked at her drooping black eyelashes from a close distance.

“You can use all the powers related to vision, but you will lose your vision forever... and be swallowed by the endless darkness.” The God of Fortune said, and a tear fell from his dark blue eyes.

Song Shu could no longer see Fu Ying's face. She fell into endless darkness. Only the warmth in her palms reminded her of the real existence of her lover. She hugged Fu Ying tightly, and her thoughts suddenly wandered to other places.

——It’s a pity that I haven’t tried the potato chips with Sichuan pepper and crispy pork flavor.

At this moment, a cool breath lingered around her ears and penetrated into her ear canal.

"I will take away your hearing. You can use all the abilities related to hearing, but you will lose your hearing forever."

——Become a silent island. Song Shu thought to herself. The surroundings were quiet and silent. She hugged Fu Ying's body and suddenly realized that no matter what happened next, she might find it difficult to deal with it.

The five gods looked at Song Shu, who sat down slowly, with his sight unable to reach the real thing, and sensed that the invisible shackles left on them by the Realm of Heaven had disappeared.

Cracks appeared in the golden light within the Heavenly Dao Realm and began to extend and expand, as if it was about to collapse.

Song Shu slowly lowered his head, and the voices of the five gods rang in his mind.

She didn't move, but her breathing became lighter.

In the outer city, a column of light went straight up into the sky, the golden and red light slowly faded away, and the light shield disintegrated into tiny white light spots, floating up into the sky with the wind.

He Wusheng watched this scene quietly. The psychics in the inner city came to the black wall one after another, eagerly looking for the traces of Song Shu and Fu Ying.

Mono looked at the still dark sky, his eyes following the white light upwards.

It's not snow, she thought, as she saw the white light gather in the air and then suddenly disperse, floating irregularly towards the bottom of the outer city.

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Fu Ying stood outside the villa, flanked by police officers and forensic doctors.

She looked at the body on the stretcher being taken to the ambulance and said hesitantly: "You are dead."

These words were spoken to the smiling woman standing next to the ambulance.

The woman was her mother, with a pair of unforgettable blue eyes in her memory. At this moment, she was squinting, with the corners of her eyes curved, and humming a song softly.

"I'm dead," said the mother.

"You are already dead, why are you here?" Fu Ying did not move. She felt something was wrong but couldn't put it into words. Looking at the face of her mother whom she missed day and night, she felt a little anxious.

The mother spread her hands and said, "I'll ask you that, my dear baby girl."

Fu Ying said: "Don't call me that, are you committing suicide due to depression?"

The mother asked, “What do you think?”

Fu Ying opened her mouth to say "ghost", but couldn't speak for a long time, staring at her mother's face in a daze. She should be happy to see her mother, but why, her heart exuded a cold chill, and even a dull pain.

She was in a daze for a long time, until the ambulance door closed and her mother got in, then she whispered, "I seem to have forgotten something."

My mother was sitting next to a forensic doctor, still humming a song. She looked at the white cloth covering the corpse on the stretcher and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Seeing Fu Ying standing there like a fool, she couldn't help but complain, "Why did you follow me?"

Fu Ying: “…What?”

Her mother looked at her like she was an idiot and rolled her eyes.

"Take the heirloom I gave you and live a good life with your partner, and stop talking bad about me!"

Heirloom? Partner? Disgrace? Fu Ying pondered over her words in a daze. Just as she was about to ask, the door of the ambulance closed and drove forward.

"Mom——!" Fu Ying shouted and was about to rush out, but her foot stepped on something, which made her stagger in pain.

The ambulance drove farther and farther away, into the fog, and the sirens disappeared.

Fu Ying lowered her head, looking for the roadblock blocking her way.

But she didn't see the roadblock, only a golden ring lying quietly on the ground.

Fu Ying leaned over to pick it up, looked at it for a few seconds, and then reacted belatedly.

This is the ring she always wears around her neck...but how did it fall to the ground?

Fu Ying held the ring in her hand, and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her head. Her heart also felt inexplicably sore, so sore that her eyes became hot and tears flowed.

She wiped away her tears and found that she had really forgotten something.

She had forgotten the current owner of the gold ring.

"...Xiao Shu." Fu Ying murmured.

How could she forget the only love of her life?

Fu Ying repeated softly, calling out Song Shu's name, and walked forward in a daze.

Everything around me changed without me noticing.

The sky suddenly darkened, snow flakes flew wildly, and the street lamps cast a hazy warm light on her.

All the memories before she lost consciousness returned to Fu Ying's mind, and she staggered forward on the gravel and broken glass.

"...Xiao Shu?" She saw a girl wrapped in white snow, standing on a field of grass also covered in snow.

The cold air cut through her nostrils, and the hot air from her lips was immediately swept away by the strong wind as soon as she exhaled.

She saw her beloved girl seem to raise her face and reach out to touch the flying snowflakes.

"Xiao Shu." Fu Ying called again and walked straight towards her.

The girl seemed to be aware of something and closed her fingers to trap the snow that fell into her palms.

She turned around slowly, and the snowflakes on her shoulders fell off as she moved.

Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went forward to hug her: "It's snowing. It's obviously July. Why are you standing here——"

The girl looked at her quietly.

A pair of dark and lifeless eyes reflected Fu Ying's pale face.

She trembled again and called out her lover's name.

Song Shu stretched out his fingertips and touched her cheek, with a gentle smile on his lips.

No sob was heard from Fu Ying's throat.

——End of Volume 3——