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

After distributing the supplies one by one, copying them again and again, Song Shu became more and more adept at using his supernatural powers.

Not to mention copying other people's special abilities, just copying items, she can already copy supplies for dozens of people at a time.

However, mental energy is still consumed very quickly, which is unavoidable.

Fu Ying said that she will have the opportunity to evolve into a green alien in the future, which means that her strength will be even stronger in the future.

I'm afraid that by then it would not only be easy to copy objects, but even other people's abilities would be permanently imprinted on them without her having to touch their limbs.

Song Shu didn't think that providing supplies to others would cause her to suffer any loss. She was actually honing her own abilities.

"Fu Ying, your ability has a name, why doesn't mine have a name?" Song Shu asked Fu Ying, "Look, Gu Zhenyan named himself 'Fire Man', and you also named your ability 'Absolute Hate'."

"However, the abilities of Gu Nini, Yuan Lin, and Bo Li are easy to understand, and we don't even need to think about the names of their abilities. Should my ability also be called 'Copy'?"

Fu Ying: "'Copy' is good enough. Are you dissatisfied with something?"

Song Shu: “…”

Who doesn’t want their abilities to be the most special in the world?

A unique superpower must of course have a unique name, just like Fu Ying's superpower. I'm afraid there is no other superpower who can possess her strength.

Fu Ying: "So we call you 'Fu Shen'? Because you can copy anything."

Song Shu: "...Goodbye."

-

At the call of Song Shu and others, residents of the community began to implement "increasing revenue and reducing expenditure" measures.

As for open source, it is natural that Song Shu will come up with new ideas.

To save water, all residents must conserve water.

The father and daughter, the only two people in the community with water-related abilities, gave the residents hope and also saved Song Shu a lot of mental energy.

The father can control existing water and generate new water, while the daughter can control water into ice, which is an ice-related ability.

One afternoon, each building had a thorough cleaning, and Building No. 2 was no exception.

While doing it, Ren De complained: "Why do we have to clean other floors? We only live on the 14th floor, so we can just clean here."

Gu Nini: "Aren't you afraid of the smell?"

Ren De: "It has a unique flavor."

Gu Zhenyan kicked him and said, "Get lost! Stop disgusting me here, okay?"

Song Shu used his mental power to sense Fu Ying's spirit crystal and found that he could sense the spirit crystal imprint even without touching her body.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Fu Ying lowered her head, then looked at Song Shu, who was staring at her with a fixed gaze.

Song Shu rolled his eyes and continued mopping the floor: "Nothing."

"Song Shu, tell me the truth." Fu Ying stepped forward, grabbed Song Shu's wrist, and said without hesitation, "You can tell me anything."

"…I'm fine. I just found out that I can copy your abilities without touching you."

Song Shu pulled her hand away. The subtle feeling just now made her realize for the first time that her special ability would allow her to take the initiative in any future confrontation.

The dust, black debris, and blood outside the building were dealt with by wind-type and water-type ability users, and all thrown into the ditch not far from the wall.

Song Shu, Bo Li, Fu Ying and others cleaned up the remaining debris from the explosion of Building No. 4 bit by bit.

The upper half of Building No. 4 collapsed and was squeezed together with the lower half, making it impossible for anyone to survive.

The temperature today is much higher than the previous few days. Many psychics took off their coats and only wore thin T-shirts or shirts, rolling up their sleeves to work there.

During this period, Fu Ying took the lead in using black fog to explore the interior of Building No. 4, and drilled in through the cracks between the squeezed stones. Bo Li also used telekinesis to set up a barrier around him to prevent a monster from suddenly jumping out from inside.

Finally, more than a dozen bodies with their hearts dug out were carried out of the building. People who survived the explosion came forward to claim the bodies of those they knew, but the faces of several people were so disfigured that their identities could only be identified by their clothes.

At this time, the psychics' mood, which had been relieved by the abundance of supplies and the general cleaning, fell back to low point.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy as they looked at the corpses of their fellow men who were supposed to fight alongside them but had their heart crystals dug out by the zombie monsters.

"People are dying every day," Bo Li said in a low voice with a trace of sadness on his face, "The end of the world is cruel, so we must treat each other well while we are still alive."

Gu Zhenyan stared at a charred body that was affected by the explosion and said, "There are too many bodies to be buried. Should we build a cemetery in the community?"

Bo Li looked at the survivors of the explosion in Building No. 4. Someone shook his head and said, "Burn the bodies and bury the ashes directly in the flower bed. We can erect a tombstone."

"In that case, let's look inside the building to see if there is anything that can prove their names," said Bo Li.

The father and daughter with water-related abilities are called Kong Lian and Kong Sisi. Kong Lian looks to be around 40 years old, but when others asked, they found out that he is already 56 years old, while his daughter Kong Sisi is only 10 years old. It seems like he is an old man who had a daughter late in life, so Song Shu and others call him Uncle Kong.

Song Shu noticed that Kong Lian was looking back and forth at the corpses, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

"Uncle Kong, what's wrong?" Song Shu asked, "Is there anyone you know who has passed away?"

"Yes, but..." Kong Lian frowned, "I didn't see that guy, the one who could cause the explosion."

Song Shu: "Didn't they say that he had already sacrificed himself?"

Kong Lian: "He caused the explosion and was swallowed by the shock wave. I hope he is alive."

Fu Ying said: "There are three possible outcomes. Either he was blown to ashes, or he escaped to survive, or - he was transformed into a weird zombie and changed his position in the end times."

Kong Lian smiled bitterly: "Then I still hope that he is alive and well, or even escapes. That guy is really good..."

After another chaotic cleanup operation, the sky was quickly covered with a dark blue curtain, with stars twinkling irregularly.

Under the cover of night, within the black walls, every window in the building had curtains tightly drawn to block out the overly conspicuous lights.

In Room 1409, Building , Wang Sheng's room was filled with the aroma of food and wine.

The entire square coffee table was filled with wine bottles, beverage bottles, and a pile of melon seeds and peanuts. Hot dishes were placed on the dining table one after another. Gu Zhenyan was cooking in the wok, while Ren Derenfa was secretly eating canned fruit on the side.

Gu Zhenyan kicked them one by one: "Get lost! Those are for making sweet soup, I will kill you!"

The two brothers, each holding a wine bottle, were kicked all over the place by Gu Zhenyan, and ran away with grimaces on their faces and giggles.

Song Shu was sitting on the sofa, looking at Wang Sheng who was sitting right next to the coffee table and drinking a whole glass of white wine, and his teeth felt sour.

"Hey, is white wine really that delicious? Aren't you choking, brother?"

Fu Ying took two cans of sparkling wine from 1415, walked through the corridor and came to 1409. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, she saw Wang Sheng took a new glass, filled it with wine, and handed it to Song Shu.

"Take a bite and you'll know!"

The can in Fu Ying's hand gradually took on a concave shape.