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

Song Shu held a few spirit crystals in his hand, left Building No. 2, and went to other buildings accompanied by Fu Ying.

There were already a lot of supplies in Building No. 1, so Song Shu ignored them for the time being. Instead, he borrowed their items to copy the supplies.

A wooden box, several things, including food, drinks and daily necessities. After one box is delivered, another one will be copied.

They went to Building 3 first, where a dozen people were already living.

"Why are they all the same?" Someone looked through his own and others' supplies, "I want to eat instant noodles with Sichuan pepper flavor."

Song Shu smiled innocently: "I'm sorry, we have been looking for supplies for several months, but we haven't seen the instant noodles you want."

Fu Ying's gloomy eyes contrasted with Song Shu's bright smile. The man swallowed, thanked him, and dragged the wooden box into the room.

Then I went to Building No. 5 and the same thing happened.

Building No. 5 was protected by Bo Li, and many people survived, including sixty ordinary people, young and old, all from Building No. 5, and there were also twenty or thirty people with special abilities.

"Sister, can you take these bottles and help me copy the same shampoo?" A middle-aged woman eagerly hugged a pile of empty bottles, her eyes full of anticipation.

Song Shu took a quick look and said, "You have more than just shampoo in here."

The woman smiled awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed: "It's like this, I have sensitive skin, so I need to use moisturizing masks, lotions and so on every day..."

"Except for basic supplies, we can't provide anything else." Fu Ying interrupted her first. Boli seemed to be notified by others and arrived instantly under A Yan's speed ability.

"Auntie Wang, everyone is short of supplies now. Song Shu still has to go to other buildings to provide new supplies. Her energy is limited. Let's talk about it later." Bo Li said.

"People can die at any time now," Ah Yan said sarcastically, "Why don't you exercise more? It will be more useful than playing with those skin care products of yours."

Aunt Wang's face turned blue and purple. Song Shu found a compromise and copied a new shampoo for her. He ignored everything else and took Fu Ying to the next house.

After Bo Li comforted Aunt Wang, he hurried over. Song Shu smiled at her and said, "You and Ah Yan are quite interesting. The two of you can solve this problem by singing the same tune."

Ah Yan had a cold look on his face, as if he didn't want anyone to approach him. Fu Ying glanced at him for a few seconds, thinking that she must have been a person like him in her previous life.

Bo Li said: "Hahaha..."

She glanced at A Yan's indifferent face and suddenly retracted her smile.

Fu Ying noticed the subtle atmosphere between them, while Song Shu's attention was on the residents in front of him. The two old people brought two siblings around ten years old. They were very alert when they saw Song Shu and hugged the children tightly.

When Bo Li came forward, they calmed down and smiled at Song Shu in a friendly and amiable manner.

"The leader is here, come in and have a seat..."

Song Shu quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, we'll leave after we drop off the supplies."

Bo Li bent down and touched the siblings' heads. Song Shu copied the supplies, and on a whim, he put two more bags of sugar and some softer cakes in the wooden box, then pushed the box over.

"Grow up well and protect your grandparents." Song Shu said, "You are the last hope of mankind."

The siblings nodded ignorantly and happily, and the old people looked at the things in the wooden box and couldn't help but be moved to tears.

Bo Li explained helplessly under Song Shu's gaze: "In fact, we haven't been so generous for a long time. Everyone's supplies are tight. Ah Yan and the others often run into obstacles when they go out to look for supplies. We are not afraid of white-level zombies, but occasionally there are green-level zombies with supernatural powers chasing and intercepting us."

"Essentially, it's a shortage of supplies and there are too many mouths that need to be fed." A Yan said in a cold voice.

"..." Bo Li remained silent and did not refute her.

Song Shu then realized something, but didn't say anything. He just looked at Fu Ying and hurried to the next house.

In every building we visited afterwards, there were basically people trying to express their other needs, but most people just accepted it, thanked us, and treated us in a friendly manner.

"You don't need to step out and rob to get supplies. Everyone will do this to you." Fu Ying said, "They will continue to test your bottom line and ask you for more things. As long as one person satisfies their personal needs, more people will follow suit."

It was almost late at night when the two returned to Building No. 2.

During this period, Song Shu learned about some people's special abilities, but he was not very satisfied.

……

Song Shu: "What is your special ability?"

The green boy squatting beside the wooden box and showing off his potato chips: "Turning stones into gold, my lifelong dream has finally come true!"

"..."

But we can’t put the petrified Wang Sheng in front of him. We can’t take the risk.

……

Song Shu: "What is your special ability?"

The girl leaning against the door said: "Let my body be as flexible as a water snake, because I am a dancer, I guess I have this talent, you can feel it~"

As she spoke, her body suddenly pressed against Song Shu as if it had lost bones. She stretched out her body and wrapped around Song Shu like a snake, with her head pressed tightly against her cheek.

Song Shu was surprised to find that her restraints were indeed like a snake that twisted around her body, just like the green snake that had entangled her at the beginning.

Fu Ying used a black mist to hit the person directly in the face. Song Shu's body was no longer entangled. The girl's face was also deformed, and she dissolved Fu Ying's attack and glared at her angrily.

Actually... it's quite a bit of a sanity.

……

Song Shu: "What is your special ability?"

A sneaky, pale-faced boy with a white hair, who looked as if all the energy had been sucked out, came out of the door. When he saw Song Shu, he clasped his hands together shyly.

"My power... you may not want it." He stuttered, "My power... my power is..."

Song Shu took a step back cautiously: "What?"

The boy said: "It's just... to make the part... bigger..."

Song Shu: "...Which part has become bigger?"

Boy: "...I can make any part bigger, but...I usually make my abdominal muscles and chest muscles bigger, and then lengthen my penis--"

Song Shu: "Stop! I understand what you mean. Sorry for disturbing you. Goodbye!"

Boy: "Well, thank you for the supplies..."

Fu Ying had a sullen look on his face, grabbed her waist and flew downstairs.

...Song Shu encountered more than a dozen people with special abilities like this.

Now she was sitting on the bed and looking at Fu Ying, and finally spoke with difficulty:

"Or I should practice your powers more."