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

The monster zombies that were originally planned to be used to slowly level up were all solved by Fu Ying in a flash, which made Song Shu a little depressed.

However, she also knew clearly that if Fu Ying had not come to the rescue, she would have been bitten and disfigured by the black blood nails.

Song Shu pulled the snakeskin bag and moved forward little by little, bypassing the corpses of different strange zombies and even tripped.

Fu Ying blocked the staircase with black mist, forming a solid wall.

She turned around and watched Song Shu drag the snakeskin bag in front of her, and then took out the garbage bags inside one by one.

"Although this matter is meaningless, at least you have taken a step forward." Fu Ying said lightly.

Song Shu pushed the garbage bag into the garbage chute and snorted when he heard the words.

"How can it be meaningless? I cleaned the environment at home. I am a labor expert. I am a labor master. The world cannot exist without me."

Fu Ying: "Well, a little hard worker who hides at home and is willing to let a garbage bag have a party."

Song Shu: "...Has anyone ever told you that you speak very sharply?"

Fu Ying thought for a moment and answered her: "No."

Song Shu raised his eyebrows, and Fu Ying added: "But some people say that I am vicious."

"..."

Song Shu chuckled: "So in comparison, my description of you is really very gentle."

Fu Ying was holding a black garbage bag, and her lips curled slightly when she heard this.

She said to herself in a very low voice: "Well, it's very gentle."

Song Shu stuffed the garbage bag with his hands, and after finishing this snakeskin bag, he dragged another one over and asked Fu Ying, "But the garbage can be thrown away directly, but what about the weird zombie bodies in the corridor?"

Fu Ying used her hand to block her movements, so as to prevent the passage from being blocked by garbage filling up too quickly: "Throw it downstairs."

"Then we move downstairs?" Song Shu asked in surprise, "There are also strange funerals on the thirteenth floor."

Fu Ying said expressionlessly: "Then kill them all."

"What about the ones on the thirteenth floor?"

"Throw it to the twelfth floor."

"There are also strange funerals on the twelfth floor..."

If she wasn't cleaning up the trash, Fu Ying really wanted to shut Song Shu's mouth right now.

The black mist lingered, as if it had sensed her thoughts, and it flew out to Song Shu's lips, covering her open lips.

"Mmmm--!" Song Shu's eyes widened, full of blame and dissatisfaction.

Unexpectedly, Fu Ying was even more displeased. Her expression turned cold. She peeled off the black mist directly from Song Shu's lips, and gently twisted it, tearing it apart like pulling cotton.

Song Shu looked at the unfriendly look on Fu Ying's face and felt a little confused.

"Fu Ying, your ability... won't have its own consciousness, right?"

"The hatred I devour will become the power of 'Absolute Hate', which is my power." Fu Ying said, "It will not have its own thoughts."

However, "Absolute Hate" will act according to her thoughts, more like a carrier of the host's externalized consciousness.

But Fu Ying didn't like her supernatural power suddenly taking action after sensing her wishes.

What she wanted was the power to control.

Song Shu complained: "Aren't you being too violent towards it? Don't bully it."

Fu Ying frowned slightly and said nothing.

The two of them spent some time throwing all the garbage bags away. Song Shu clapped her hands and was about to move the body, but Fu Ying stopped her.

"I'll go, you search other people's houses for supplies."

Song Shu looked at the wide-open door and the light and shadow on the floor, and nodded: "Okay."

The owner of the house is dead, and the supplies are just for show.

"Anyway, even if we don't take it, other survivors will loot the house." Fu Ying said, "Anyway, the residential building has not lost power, which means the food in the refrigerator is still edible. Maybe you can try your luck and find some delicious food."

Song Shu's eyes suddenly lit up. No one could stand eating the same food for half a year.

She began to walk towards the west end of the corridor. Fu Ying looked at the corpses on the ground, used the black mist to control them to float up, and moved them all to the stairs, blocking the staircase leading to the fifteenth floor.

Song Shu came to the western end of the corridor and slowly pushed open the half-open door of room 1401. A strong smell of rust hit him in the face.

The sunlight cast warm shadows through the thin curtains on the living room balcony. Song Shu held a black dagger in his hand and stood outside the door, looking inside cautiously.

The sofa and coffee table in the living room were covered in black and red blood. A broken cup left countless glass fragments, forgotten on the blood-red floor that also exuded the smell of death.

Song Shu shifted his gaze to other corners of the living room and walked in.

There was an opened and turned-over magazine lying abruptly on the ground. Song Shu bent down to pick it up and saw an A4 paper underneath.

She saw the flamboyant handwriting on the paper, which was left by the people in the house. It said that if any survivors came, the supplies and the house would be available for them to use, and also -

"We have to take out the things in the zombie's brain, otherwise it can survive even if its head is chopped off." Song Shu read out in a low voice.

She held the paper, hoping that the owner or tenant of 1401 would survive.

The bedroom door was closed, probably because they were afraid that some weird zombies would wander in. Song Shu turned the door handle and gently pushed the door open.

The curtains in the bedroom were very thick and had strong light-blocking properties. In the extremely dim environment, she saw a single bed with messy bedding, and used gauze and a half-empty bottle of medical alcohol on the bedside table.

Song Shu picked up the flashlight on the table and pressed the switch. An extremely bright light flashed a few times in the dim room and then returned to normal.

She saw a lot of canned luncheon meat, potato chips, sausages, canned fruit and buckets of instant noodles, all neatly stacked in the corner between the bedside table and the wardrobe.

There is a refrigerator next to the desk, which seemed to have been moved to the bedroom on purpose and is always plugged in.

Song Shu opened the refrigerator door and saw four or five cans of sparkling cocktails, two large bags of fruit candies, cheesecakes, vacuum-packed roast chicken and braised duck, and countless compressed biscuits of different flavors in the refrigerator.

There was nothing in the freezer, just a lot of popsicles and ice cream cones.

Song Shu stared at those things and suddenly thought that when the end of the world comes, it will be a summer that is getting hotter.

But now, the first winter after the apocalypse is about to arrive.

……

Fu Ying solved the problem of placing the strange zombie's body, and then walked around the entire corridor to see if there were any that had slipped through the net.

She walked into room 1416, which was opposite room 1415 where Song Shu was, looked at the horrific scene inside, and knocked on the door with the handle of the knife in her hand.

There was no movement in the room.

Fu Ying waited for a while and heard footsteps in the distance. She left the room and saw Song Shu holding a large cardboard box, crying as he walked.

Fu Ying led the black mist to her side in an instant: "What's wrong?"

She saw all kinds of food and medicine in the cartons, and heard Song Shu choking up and saying:

"Finally I don't have to eat chicken legs anymore. I'm so touched, Fu Ying..."

Fu Ying: "..."

She took the cardboard box from Song Shu's arms and said, "Don't cry. You can have a big meal at noon today."

Song Shu hummed and corrected her: "We can have a big meal now."

Fu Ying looked at her for a few seconds, then stretched out his fingertips to gently wipe away the warm liquid that had slid down her cheek.

"Well, it's us."