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

It snowed every day for the next week.

People went from being surprised at first, to being calm, and then to being panic-stricken.

Because the temperature is dropping lower and lower.

Ordinary people who have not awakened their special powers huddle in their houses, with the air conditioner running 24 hours a day.

On the fifth day of the blizzard, the community lost power. Cao Jian, the only person with electrical abilities, stepped forward and the power distribution room continued to operate.

People with special abilities have strong resistance to cold and can consume their mental energy to keep their bodies warm. Everyone tacitly agrees not to turn on the air conditioner to save electricity and water, and they spontaneously line up in a team every day to clear the thick snow around their respective buildings.

……

Song Shu looked at the seven o'clock displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, and curled up lazily in the quilt, not wanting to move.

"Today is December 12th, and the end of the world has been here for almost half a year." She poked Fu Ying's arm under the quilt, "What do you think?"

Fu Ying just stared at the ceiling and didn't say anything.

Song Shu's fingertips climbed up Fu Ying's warm skin and were caught. He saw Fu Ying turn her head and stare at him with her dark eyes.

"What's wrong?" Song Shu asked.

Fu Ying looked at her silently for a moment without saying anything.

Song Shu came over and said with a smile: "Are you bored? If you are bored, go down and sweep the snow, go outside and chop some monsters, and exercise."

Fu Ying pursed her lips and finally managed to utter a word.

"Stop reading those comics."

Song Shu heard the displeasure in her tone and scratched his face.

"But it's too boring to stay indoors, and it's so cold outside, and I have to save electricity and water. I can only read more comics during the day to kill time."

She does read comics quite often these days, and yesterday she read the book "Master" from the first volume to the last volume published half a year ago.

If she had to hate someone, she only hated that the apocalypse had deprived her of the only way to know the ending of the comics.

Author! You must live well in the apocalypse!

One day she will find the living author and force that guy to tell her the ending of the comic!

At this moment, Fu Ying became more and more unhappy as he listened to her explanation.

"It's just a comic book. The characters in it are all fake, and the emotions are also fictitious." Fu Ying said expressionlessly, which was likely to cause Song Shu's dissatisfaction. "If you really envy her, just date someone yourself."

Song Shu: "Huh? I told you eight hundred years ago that I don't like romance. Besides, I'm not a——"

She stared at Fu Ying's face, feeling a little embarrassed, and continued to scratch her face: "No one can say for sure about this kind of thing, forget it."

Fu Ying's eyes moved, and she forced herself to resist the urge to grab Song Shu's wrist.

She said in a flat tone, "I plan to go for a walk outside the community later. It's getting colder, and the monsters will be stronger. I'll kill as many monsters as I can."

Upon hearing this, Song Shu put aside the question of sexual orientation and his expression became more serious.

That's right, the monster is indeed much stronger than before. This is not just something Fu Ying made up, but what they actually saw on the black wall.

The strange zombies trapped by the thick snow could hardly move at first. Song Shu even suspected that it was the extremely low temperature that froze their already lifeless bodies into hard ice sculptures.

On the first day, the strange zombie was unable to move.

The next day, the strange zombie started to move, and the snow on its body fell off.

On the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...when the power went out in the community, the white corpses no longer wandered aimlessly on the streets, but headed towards the nearby buildings and vehicles.

Run faster, jump higher, and become more sensitive to the presence of living people.

While Song Shu and Fu Ying were talking, the black wall of the community was already surrounded by large numbers of weird zombies.

They all crowded outside the wall, trying to climb up. Every time they climbed a little, the cold black wall would suddenly spit out black thorns that would blow their entire heads off and take away their spirit crystals.

Therefore, when the teams of psychics were clearing the thick snow, they would often patrol under the wall and pick up the white spirit crystals that fell on the ground.

This is a way to motivate them to go out. No matter how many spirit crystals the team picks up, they can divide them equally among themselves.

At this time, all the psychics, including Song Shu, realized what the reserves of spirit crystals meant.

Fu Ying had already prepared a lot of spirit crystals on the way south.

Song Shu thought she was amazing, magical and mysterious.

"Will it really snow all the time?" Song Shu said, "You said the snow season is coming, but how do you know it's the snow season?"

Fu Ying: "You can tell. After all, it hasn't stopped snowing for a week."

"The blizzard, the lack of electricity and water, the weirdos outside the wall are not the problem," she said. "I am worried about other things."

Song Shu naturally understood what she was talking about: "The temperature outside has been dropping. Are you worried that the intelligent monster will attack the community at this time?"

Fu Ying helped Song Shu press down the edge of the quilt to prevent cold air from coming in, and her eyes were filled with deep gloom.

There are too many things that cannot be said at this time, Fu Ying thought. It has only been half a year since the end of the world, and these six months may have been a very dangerous experience for those psychics who have not yet experienced bloody lessons.

But for her, who had been reborn and lived to the fourth year in her previous life, the end of the world had just begun.

She was not only worried about the high-level monsters. She had already seen the future bloody battle in Building No. 4 during the rainstorm and explosion.

The neighborhood had been targeted a long time ago, and when the snow season came, all the living people were nothing more than prey jumping in a cage to the weird zombies—as well as some potential future comrades.

When Bo Li and the people in Building 5 said that crows were spying on them, Fu Ying already knew it.

That was not a crow, but a mutated crow with newly developed intelligence.

Wherever the crows stay, disaster is about to come.

She also saw the crows circling high in the sky, never leaving the community.

A crow with blood-red eyes.

The problem was, she couldn't predict how many high-level monsters would approach here.

"Fu Ying," Song Shu's expression was a little strange, "I suddenly remembered something."

For no reason, Fu Ying felt a chill in her heart.

"You say." She whispered.

Song Shu: "I seemed to dream about myself last night."

Fu Ying: “What?”

"And," Song Shu continued, "you are dead."