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

Fu Ying carried Song Shu to the bathroom to wash up. As she touched his pitifully thin body, her face turned gloomy.

"I'm so tired. I want to lie in the bathroom and soak for a while."

"Don't soak in the bathroom. Go back to bed if you want to rest."

"Go back to bed - will you let me rest?"

Fu Ying was so angry that she wanted to laugh. She washed her hair, wiped her body, and changed her into a clean nightgown. Then she rushed to the kitchen to see how the stewed herbs were doing.

Song Shu pulled her hair which had become dry after being blown with hot air, and walked slowly towards the bedroom. The dark world in front of her eyes was filled with countless golden threads, and all the furnishings in the bedroom were constructed into entities through the golden threads and could be distinguished.

The mind often receives messages from various people through "mental communication", and the mental power can now detect all corners of the Alien Alliance City.

The shadow clones that are differentiated can also have independent actions. They can hear sounds, see things, and make sounds. You only need to use a little thought to guide them, without having to spend too much effort.

In fact, it didn't matter that she lost her vision, hearing, and voice, she could adapt no matter what. But the loss of her sense of taste and smell made it impossible for her to enjoy the delicacies of the world, which was truly a lifelong torture.

Although she could use empathy to feel the stimulation of Fu Ying's taste buds when she tasted the food, they were not her own taste buds after all. Relying on empathy to eat was just like quenching thirst by looking at the plums.

"I've prepared the tonic for you. Drink it slowly. Be careful of the heat."

Fu Ying came to the bedroom carrying a small bowl. Song Shu stared quietly at the window without looking back.

Fu Ying put the bowl on the bedside table, and Song Shu's words came to her mind.

"My mother is here."

Fu Ying was stunned at first, then she sighed.

"So, do you want her to come in? I think you knew about her the moment she showed up outside the outer city, but you didn't plan to take her in, did you?"

"Not only her, but also my stepfather and brother."

"If you don't want to let it in, we won't let it in."

"Shafer is here too, but not here."

Fu Ying hadn't heard the name Xia Fu for a long time. This name evoked the memories she hated in the past, and her face turned completely dark.

"Why isn't this woman dead yet?"

"If she shows up, can you still kill her?"

"Give him a beating."

Song Shu turned around and smiled faintly in her direction.

Fu Ying brought the bowl to her. Song Shu picked up the spoon and could only smell the warm mist. He shook his head.

"Let it cool and drink."

"It's almost twelve o'clock and you haven't gone to bed yet. You need to finish your drink quickly."

"I won't tell you the second time."

Fu Ying had no choice but to compromise.

She hugged Song Shu's skinny body, thinking that if Xia Fu came back and found Xiao Shu become like this and gloated over it, she would definitely kill that disgusting woman in an instant.

Song Shu finished drinking the sweet soup and tonic made by Fu Ying, then sat cross-legged on the bed, with a golden light flickering slightly in her heart. Fu Ying looked at her face with infatuation and bitterness in his eyes.

How long has it been since the people of Yimeng City last seen the Governor in front of them? Did they know that the Governor had to be coaxed to eat every day? Did they know that the Governor had become so thin that only a bag of bones remained?

No one knows, no one understands, no one comprehends.

Even she did not understand what her lover had done to cause her to lose her five senses, so she questioned, broke down and roared countless times, and beat He Wusheng until her internal organs were shattered and she was in a trance, but she was still determined to get the truth.

In the end, He Wusheng only revealed that Song Shu had met the gods, made a deal with the gods, and then left Yimeng City. He only came back once every six months to report on the situation in other countries.

She got a clue and was afraid of the fact that was about to be revealed. What could make a lover willing to sacrifice his five senses to make a deal with the gods? She was trapped with the golden funeral, so why was she the only one who woke up unscathed?

She interrogated Xiao Shu again, but she used a different tactic.

She let her tears drip endlessly on Xiao Shu's shoulders. She cried when she woke up in the morning, cried when she ate lunch at noon, cried before going to bed at night, and cried when she was making love. Xiao Shu was completely speechless when she cried, and he reluctantly told her the truth of that year.

Because she hated those gods, she upgraded to Jinyi.

It sounds a bit outrageous, but it really happened.

Fu Ying let Song Shu lie back on the bed, watched her fall into a deep sleep, then quietly turned into a black shadow, left the room, and flew south.

It was much quieter outside the black wall. Many of the psychics living near the outer city had already rested, but there were still some people sitting outside their tents or bungalows, chatting in low voices or daydreaming.

Fu Ying had seen Song Shu's mother and stepfather in her memory, so she successfully found them one kilometer away from the black wall of the outer city.

They lived in a tent they had purchased. Ai Feng and several other men sat outside the tent, watching, cigarettes in their hands, lost in thought.

"Aifeng, we worked so hard to get here, and we are friends who have risked our lives for each other. But as soon as we entered Aito City, your stepdaughter ran away. Who can we turn to for justice?"

"Yeah, there are so many people outside the city, danger is imminent, and there are children in the team, so it's not a good idea to stay outside."

"Ai Feng, how about we go to the person in charge of the South District after we enter the city tomorrow and find out how to write foreign names, Luo and what..."

"Let's just go find Xu Wan's little daughter."

Ai Feng interrupted their conversation calmly: "Wait a moment."

"After all, I haven't seen the kid for more than ten years." He said this, his voice gradually lowering.

"Will it be useful for Xu Wan to go find someone?" someone asked, "No matter what, her little daughter has to take her own mother in, right?"

Ai Feng calmly shifted his gaze and looked at the tree house diagonally opposite. He remained silent. Seeing that they could not get any answers from him, the others sighed and continued to mutter in a low voice.

The dark shadow in the corner listened to the conversation quietly.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the city, blowing the tent cloth and ropes wildly. Ai Feng looked back and reached out to touch the shaking rope.

"Well, it looks like the wind will be very strong tonight. I hope the people in the tent can sleep better." Ai Feng said, "We will take turns to stand guard. You two go and rest first. I will take over from you in the second half of the night."

The two psychics whose names were called murmured in agreement and turned back to the tent.

Seeing that there was nothing to hear, the black shadow flew forward quickly along the ground again, all the way to the battlements of the high wall of the outer city, where it slowly stopped and returned to its human form.

"Fu Ying, you're back."

Fu Ying did not respond.

"You've been gone for quite a long time this time. Should I say hello?" Bo Li walked in front of her, turned slowly, and looked up at the starry sky. "Is Song Shu okay?"

"Very good, no need for you to worry about it." Fu Ying said.

"Sometimes it's not a matter of whether I care or not, but I... everyone is worried about her and wants to see her again... the real her." Bo Li smiled, but the smile was not real.

"What do you want to say?" Fu Ying said calmly, "I know that many of you mistakenly think that I imprisoned her. In fact, I also want to do so - but this time, it is indeed not because of my will that she stayed in the house."

Bo Li smiled somewhat sadly: "I knew that she didn't want to see us, but she also knew that we wanted to see her very much. Every time I see Song Shu's clone six years ago, it only makes me want to see her now more."

"If I want you to convince her to appear in public... can you do it, Fu Ying?"

Fu Ying rubbed her fingertips, with no emotion on her face.

"Maybe." She said, "It's not that she doesn't want to see you, she just returned to her original state."