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

Fu Ying and Song Shu went up to the rooftop and looked down from the high building, giving them a wider view.

Song Shu paced back and forth on the rooftop, the wind whistling, and Fu Ying's gaze followed her.

"So you think that both animals and zombies are controlled by humans?" Song Shu touched his chin and thought, and asked, "If the ability of an intelligent monster is so strong, then even if all of us join together, there is no way to eradicate it."

Fu Ying: "Why do you think so?"

Song Shu walked up to her with big strides and said, "If, as you said, that smart freak is actually hiding his strength and biding his time until a higher-level superpower appears here, and then plans to wipe them out, then no matter what, he will not come out on his own initiative."

Fu Ying tapped the ground lightly with her toes, looking calm: "Yes, he will not show up on his own initiative, but you also have to know that the apocalypse has only happened a short time ago."

Song Shu was stunned: "So what do you mean?"

"When an animal monster appears, it will spread the virus faster than humans and attack more fiercely than humans. But Bo Li said that they had to endure for two or three months before they encountered an animal monster. You know what this means."

Song Shu thought for a moment and said, "You mean, the intelligent weirdo who can control zombies and animals was originally a person with the ability to control animals?"

"Yes, when a person with superpowers turns into a weirdo, his superpowers will also change depending on his stance." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu stood on the edge of the rooftop, watching the psychics coming and going below.

So much happened in just a few days.

She vaguely thought that she was still the survivor huddled in the small bedroom, waiting hopelessly for the "hunt" and escape that would inevitably come.

But it was only a moment of trance, and now she has to shoulder enough responsibilities.

We not only need to survive, but also let as many people as possible survive, only then there is hope for the world.

"Building No. 4 collapsed. Are there still monsters inside?" she said. "If there are intelligent monsters that can control animals, does it mean that we will also face enemies who can control low-level monsters? Do you think it will be the same person?"

"Not necessarily." Fu Ying said, "Maybe it's just that the high-level monsters have stronger leadership."

"You think so?" Song Shu was surprised, but soon believed her. "You are experienced, I will listen to you."

Fu Ying sat down on the platform at the edge, her black hair blown to one side. Song Shu gathered the unruly hair for her and circled it around his fingers.

"We have only built a high wall. Will there be any danger underground?" she asked.

Fu Ying: “Yes, but not now.”

Song Shu: "Huh?"

Fu Ying stretched out an arm towards her, Song Shu blinked, and walked forward to hug her waist.

The two men then jumped down from the rooftop and flew into the balcony while falling rapidly.

"It's over. Now that I have super powers, I don't want to walk up the stairs at all." Song Shu said as he picked up the mop that had fallen to the ground. Fu Ying pushed open the sliding door and watched the sunset gradually dye the sky a fiery red.

"The weather is very good today." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu stepped into the sliding door and waved his hands casually, "If I were like me before, I would like to stay at home on rainy days, play games, watch TV, etc. It was so cool."

Fu Ying opened the door to let in some fresh air, and turned around after hearing this: "What did you do before?"

"..."

Song Shu looked puzzled: "Ah, what are you talking about?"

Fu Ying: "I mean, besides completing your studies, do you also work part-time?"

Song Shu shrugged: "Of course, otherwise will you give me living expenses?"

Fu Ying frowned. She had vaguely sensed something from Song Shu's previous behavior, but she didn't know if her guess was correct.

"You want to ask about my family, right?" Song Shu naturally knew what she was thinking. He took out a can of oranges from the refrigerator, leaned on the sofa and said nonchalantly.

Fu Ying: “Yes.”

Song Shu looked at her with a smile: "But you yourself didn't tell me about your family and your experience."

Fu Ying pursed her lips and sat down next to her.

"You promised me before that if the base is built successfully, you would tell me about your past. You can't go back on your word," said Song Shu.

She opened the can and poured some into the bowl.

Fu Ying stared at her actions silently for a long time before asking, "Do you really want to know?"

Song Shu took a sip of the sugar water and nodded with a hum.

Fu Ying: "Even though you might be scared by my past?"

Song Shu turned his head and looked at her, his eyes seemed to say, "Is there anything more frightening than the end of the world right now?"

Fu Ying rubbed her upper and lower teeth gently and was silent for a while. Seeing Song Shu eating the orange slices and syrup bite by bite, until the bowl was almost empty, she opened her lips and said:

"I killed—" She raised her eyes so as not to miss any of Song Shu's expressions, "my stepmother."

Before Song Shu could react, she added calmly, "And my father and my half-brother."

Song Shu's spoon fell into the bowl, making a very crisp collision sound.

There was a terrible silence in the living room. At least, Fu Ying felt that after she finished saying this, her heart was being pulled by some invisible rope.

And she still stared at the girl in front of her.

She looked at Song Shu's eyes, Song Shu's facial expression, Song Shu's slightly open lips, and the sugar water on his lips.

——Nothing can be more shocking and speechless than this amount of information.

Fu Ying thought to herself, her face expressionless, she just stared at Song Shu.

——Perhaps Song Shu realized at this moment that Fu Ying, whom she had trusted these days, was essentially a cold-blooded and cruel person.

Just as Fu Ying was thinking this coldly, she saw Song Shu lower his head and pick up the spoon in the bowl.

"..."

Fu Ying froze and watched Song Shu continue to scoop out the orange segments with a spoon, eating them bite by bite, chewing slowly.

What are you doing? What are you thinking about?

"You heard it, I know." Fu Ying's breathing quickened a little, and her chest rose and fell violently. She suppressed her emotions and tone, and asked in a deep voice, "I made it very clear."

Song Shu drank the sugar water in the bowl, poured out the remaining half can, held the bowl in his palm and handed it to her.

Fu Ying resisted the urge to throw the bowl away. She felt a surge of rage in her heart, and she couldn't describe her feelings at this moment.

No matter how extreme she had been in her previous life, she never regretted her decision.

But when facing Song Shu, she just wanted to expose her past sins and she wanted to know what Song Shu thought.

Song Shu in his previous life didn't know about her past, but at that time, "Fu Shou" also had blood on his hands, so even if he knew her past, he probably wouldn't say anything.

But the current Song Shu has not experienced anything too cruel, so his tolerance for evil must be lower than his own in a few years, right?

But the steady and gentle voice entered her ears like a warm current.

"So, you need to drink something sweet."

Fu Ying didn't move, but Song Shu persisted, holding the bowl in the air, not caring about the soreness in his hands.

Fu Ying bent her fingers slightly, then slowly raised them up and caught the cold bowl.

She naturally understood the hidden meaning of Song Shu's words.

Song Shu stood up: "I'll go see Gu Nini and Yuan Lin, we'll have a good chat in the evening."

She closed the door very quietly and the footsteps faded away.

Fu Ying looked at the sticky and foamy sugar water in the bowl, and her fingers holding the spoon trembled again and again.

After a moment, she lowered her head and began to eat in silence.