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

——Wow, wife!

Ye Qi finally got his wish and met Ye Wang.

In Song Shu's opinion, this was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her wavy hair was lazily draped behind her, and the loose ice silk shirt could not hide the charming curve of her waist. Her eyes showed her charm and affection.

According to Ye Qi's description, Song Shu always thought that Ye Wang was a yandere queen who liked to play forced love.

Seeing him at this moment, she couldn't help but wonder if Ye Qi was missing the wrong image of his lover.

When Ye Wang saw Ye Qi, her expression was extremely calm, but the smile on her lips and the slightly curved corners of her eyes betrayed her inner feelings.

Ye Qi was outside killing monsters. When he came back from patrolling, he saw a familiar figure beside the fire. He let out a roar and pounced on him, hugging Ye Wang tightly.

If Ye Wang wasn't a red-level psychic, Song Shu would have suspected that her slender waist would be broken by Ye Qi's hug.

Wife, wife, wife... Ye Qi held Ye Wang tightly and refused to let go. Her clinginess made Ye Wang feel incredible.

What is your special ability? Song Shu asked Ye Wang, ignoring Ye Qi who was hugging her from behind.

Ye Wang created a three-dimensional enclosed space in front of her that was flashing red light.

——『Cage』 can imprison others, but it can also protect yourself.

——『Heal』, whether it is physical damage or mental damage, it can be cured, as long as the person is not dead, it can be cured.

Song Shu: What a supernatural power.

Ye Wang: Not as omnipotent as you.

Ye Qi couldn't wait to hug her and slowly walked towards the building, and couldn't help kissing her on the face on the way.

Song Shu looked at the two shadows merging together for a long time without saying a word.

-

When the sixth winter came, Muchang District had already fallen, and the monsters were approaching Huiqing District. The psychics guarding the edge were suffering.

Song Shu led his men to resist the new wave of disasters and discovered the problem.

Many of the strange zombies that were dealt with actually "came back to life" again, and even turned into higher-level purple zombies and red zombies, attacking the psychic base like crazy. Song Shu was very familiar with those faces.

Because there are dozens of strange zombies, who are the supernatural beings who died in Kangle Community, and the bodies of their companions had been burned to ashes by them at that time. Now they have joined the disaster with exactly the same faces and attacked the remaining living people.

Song Shu looked at their faces. After all, they used their supernatural powers to solve those lifeless bodies.

When she told Yu Xianghe about this, she saw a gleam in her eyes and her expression became strange.

--what happened?

Song Shu's intuition told her that they would face more dangerous enemies.

——He is here.

Xiang He said this.

Song Shu frowned: What do you mean?

Xiang He used memory illusion to let her see a blood-red tortoise shell placed on a transparent glass platform, surrounded by believers with pious and eager faces.

——The energy emitted by this thing is the spiritual power that we psychics need now. It is kept secretly by people in the organization, and now it has become a weapon. Those who possess this weapon can have power comparable to that of a god.

Song Shu looked at the tortoise shell. Although it existed in Xiang He's memory, she looked at it as if she saw the real thing and was attracted by the red light it emitted.

It was as if... the tortoise shell could ignore any time and space and come before her.

When the illusion disappeared, she shook her head as if she had just woken up from a dream.

What on earth is this object? She asked Xiang He, why don’t you take it away?

Xiang He smiled bitterly: I told you, my lover schemed to make me lose my memory, and then I returned to my normal life. She also returned to Aito City and tried every means to seal the virus. Now, almost everyone who knew about RE has died. However, there is still one person alive, guarding near the underground laboratory.

Song Shu: Who? You're still guarding the lab at this hour?

Xiang He: He is my wife’s most trusted assistant. He has also been injected with serum and has been staying near the laboratory because he wants to protect the core secrets inside.

Song Shu: The virus has already broken out, what other secrets are there?

Xiang He: You need to understand that secret yourself. Now, I am going to Senrong City, and you need to take people to guard the Huajin District.

Joaquin District is the city center of Aito City. The four districts to the north have all fallen. Only this core area located between the north and the south has always been kept stable by Xiang He. Song Shu did not understand why she had to defend the Joaquin District at first, but now that Xiang He opened his mouth, she figured it out.

Song Shu: I understand. The underground laboratory you mentioned is in the Huajin District.

Xiang He nodded: That's right. If it comes to the last moment, you must shift your position to the Joaquin District. You can give up all the four districts in the south, but you must defend the Joaquin District.

Song Shu: Now that things have come to this, you should stop playing dumb with me. Where exactly is this basement?

Xiang He: Maybe you have never heard of my lover's name, but you must know which is the most famous private girls' high school in Aito City.

Song Shu: Sorry, I’m not sure. I used to be from Yunheng City, but I came here to go to college.

Xiang He: Okay, then I will tell you directly that the best private girls’ high school in Joaquin District is Fenghui Girls’ High School. My wife is Yuan Fenghui, and she is the founder of this school. The underground laboratory is located in Fenghui Girls’ High School.

Song Shu was very surprised. The underground laboratory was arranged in the school. Once the virus was released, wouldn't the students in the school be the first to suffer? This was simply...

Xiang He seemed to be able to see what she was thinking at the moment, but he didn't care.

Song Shu also thought for a long time before asking her: I can bring people to guard here, but you have to tell me, are you going to Senrong City to find your daughter or to kill Li Chen?

Xiang He's fingertips rested lightly on his chin, as if he was thinking, with a calm expression.

I know what he wants, she suddenly said without any context.

Song Shu: ...what?

Xiang He: I know what he wants, and I know he won't succeed. I also know that you will change the world. Before that, I want to meet her. If there is a chance, I will let you meet Li Chen and have a talk with each other.

Song Shu: You want to go see your daughter? Will Li Chen agree?

Xiang He: Even if she doesn't want to, she has to agree.

Song Shu: Okay, then I won’t interfere in your private affairs.

Xiang He stood up and took a box of chocolates from the table. She looked at the dark sky outside, and then looked at Song Shu's face illuminated by the fire.

——You know what? I have always hated chocolate.

Xiang He said this to Song Shu, but it sounded more like he was talking to himself. Song Shu said nothing, but drank a sip of freshly brewed black tea and said slowly: "Should you leave now? Do you need me to take you there?"

Xiang He shook her head and put on a black waterproof jacket. She took out a cigarette, put it into the fire, lit it and took a deep breath through her lungs. After the white mist came out, it quickly dissipated.

——Genes are amazing, Song Shu.

Xiang He smiled, turned and left.

Song Shu didn't like the smell of cigarettes. She curled up on the sofa, silently inhaling the smell of cigarettes in the air, and her lowered eyes became more lonely and gloomy.

After sitting there silently for a long time, she returned to the virtual space.

The small dark room has disappeared, and the prisoner, who was originally covered in blood, is now lying on a soft and comfortable big bed, sleeping peacefully.

Li Shuang's wrists and ankles were still locked. Song Shu came to the bedside and looked down at her sleeping face.

Li Shuang seemed to sense her arrival and slowly opened her eyes.

Song Shu sat on the edge of the bed. Li Shuang was as docile as a sheep, gently resting her cheek on her thigh.

——Do you hate me?

Song Shu looked ahead and spoke in a low voice.

Li Shuang said nothing, but shook her head slightly.

Song Shu grabbed her by the back of the neck and turned her over.

Li Shuang subconsciously tensed her body, then habitually relaxed, with her legs slightly opened.

The sound of breaking shackles echoed in the virtual space. Li Shuang opened his eyes in surprise and found that the scene around him had changed.

She and Song Shu returned to reality.

——Or hate me.

As Song Shu said this, he put a pitch-black cloak on her, his eyes as calm as a lake without ripples.

——After all, I hate you too.