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

There was an archway under the black wall, and people with special abilities were going in and out, carrying supplies.

Gu Zhenyan lit a few flames in the supermarket for lighting, and then Cao Jian came and directly fumbled with the circuit to power the supermarket.

In just two hours, all the daily necessities and food in the supermarket were cleared out.

People with speed and space abilities always have an advantage, such as A Yan and Yu Yi, who have already moved a lot of things away quickly.

Regarding these supplies, Song Shu himself only made one request, that is, a copy of each item must be kept as a backup supply and stored in Building No. 2.

This request was not excessive, so many people were happily moving things.

After everything that could be moved from the supermarket was emptied, they delivered the single-serving, non-duplicate supplies to the bottom floor one by one. Under the supervision of Ren De and Ren Fa, the transportation was carried out by the "Juehen" type elevator at the bottom of Building No. 2.

Fu Ying was sitting in a triangular area where Building No. 4 had collapsed, her body blocked by a stone wall with protruding steel bars.

People were coming and going downstairs. Several psychics living in Building No. 3 each grabbed seven or eight packs of cigarettes, and complained about the speed at which others grabbed cigarettes with great dissatisfaction.

"So annoying! Didn't Ah Yan already get a bunch of cigarettes from somewhere else? Why did he still want to grab those few things in the supermarket?"

"What's the point of complaining? I have the body of diamond, you are Tai Chi, he has the ability of perspective, it's never our turn to grab supplies, who can be faster than Ah Yan?"

"Isn't that still the case of being pinned down and beaten by that shadowy figure in Building No. 2?"

"That's not necessary. There are thousands of supernatural powers in the world, but speed is the only thing that cannot be defeated."

"I'm dying of laughter. Do you think you're watching the Huashan Sword Contest?"

"Shh, stop talking and go back."

"..."

The sky was getting darker and the snow was still falling.

A thin layer of snow soon covered Fu Ying's hood, clothes, and legs.

The archway under the black wall quickly closed after people from outside came in, and everything returned to peace.

Fu Ying watched Ren De and Ren Fa place the last box of supplies on the elevator made of black fog. The two of them also grabbed the edge and flew up with the elevator, then climbed in through the corridor window.

Fu Ying stood up silently, and with just a slight effort of her slender legs, she stepped on an unstable stone slab and jumped lightly to the ground.

The lights on certain floors of each building gradually lit up, becoming dim due to the curtains. Fu Ying raised her head and looked at the snowflakes dancing in the sky, pulling the black fog back to Building No. 2.

Although the corridor was not warm, it was much better than the temperature outside. The other end of the corridor was very lively, and Fu Ying heard the singing of Ren De and Gu Zhenyan.

She looked at the wide-open door of No. 1415 and walked in quietly.

The room was filled with the aroma of instant noodles, and Luo Ze, who was taken away by Song Shu, was wolfing down the noodles and drinking the soup. Song Shu saw Fu Ying coming back and said, "There's more in the kitchen. I'll make yours."

Fu Ying nodded, and seeing that Song Shu had no intention of coming up to greet her, she went to the kitchen and scooped out the remaining instant noodles and dried noodles in the pot.

There were braised eggs and crispy sausages on the plate. Fu Ying stood next to the sink and lowered her head to stir the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks.

She thought a lot, including Luo Ze mentioned by Song Shu in her previous life, and some of her own experiences, which made her thoughts even more confused.

In her previous life, Song Shu did not say how Luo Ze died. She just mentioned the little girl, her face full of tenderness with a background of sadness.

But when she mentioned Luo Ze, Yu Yi who betrayed her, Bo Li, anyone and any past, Fu Ying could feel that her state of mind did not change much because of these words.

Song Shu was just chatting with her and narrating these things, without any other purpose.

When Fu Ying heard it at the time, she knew that she had been through too much. Although the sorrow and hatred were strong, she had become numb.

Looking back now, Song Shu saved himself probably because there were too many people who were not rescued, so he wanted to save more people.

Although Luo Ze was mentioned only a few times, she remembered every word she said to Song Shu during their first encounter.

So when they first approached the inaccessible supermarket, she had a vague suspicion in her mind.

Originally, she didn't intend to break through the defense barrier set up by the little girl so quickly, but if it weren't for the appearance of the evil crow and the two children who were suddenly discovered, she would not have sped up like this and allowed Song Shu to contact Luo Ze earlier.

But now that she had come into contact with Rose, she had to consider something else - danger.

For example...what high-level monsters are just beginning to grow?

Animal control alone counts as one, and Rose's current ability is not enough to control so many green and blue zombies, so at least one strange zombie is purple level, has enough appeal, and can obtain information from other zombies of the same kind in a timely manner.

Besides...it's very likely to be the kind of speculation she was worried about.

"If you don't eat, the noodles will clump together." Song Shu appeared outside the kitchen at some point. Seeing Fu Ying standing by the sink in a daze with a bowl in her hand, he said, "Besides, if you slip and drop the bowl, you have to sweep the floor yourself."

Fu Ying stirred the noodles with chopsticks and started eating. Song Shu leaned against the door, looking at her thoughtfully.

After Fu Ying finished eating, she washed the dishes and pots. Song Shu took her and Luo Ze's bowls as well. Fu Ying took over and washed them without saying a word.

Song Shu now had some tacit understanding with her. He knew that she had something on her mind, but he also knew that she would not easily say it out. So she stayed downstairs alone in the afternoon and did not come to look for her.

However, she wanted to explain it clearly to Song Shu, but she couldn't.

Fu Ying thought that in order to test Song Shu, she had told him that she had killed three members of the Fu family. If she told him about her rebirth, Song Shu would probably be able to accept it.

But when she had this idea, she secretly pondered the possibility of telling the truth. Song Shu seemed easy to talk to, kind, and willing to give others chances, but deep down he must be a person with strong self-esteem.

If he knew the truth, would Song Shu doubt her purpose of coming to Aito City? Although she came here with impure intentions.

Fu Ying finished washing the dishes, wiped her hands with paper, and asked in an indiscernible mood: "Do you want Luo Ze to live here?"

Song Shu: "There's nowhere to sleep. I plan to go to another room and find a small bed."

Fu Ying looked at her: "Although you didn't introduce Luo Ze to other people, they already knew about Luo Ze's abilities from the incident at the supermarket, so it's inevitable that they would have other thoughts."

Song Shu nodded: "Yes, so I want to put Luo Ze in Building 2. Anyway, she is Ziyi, and others have to think twice before getting close to her."

"Besides, we have you here." She walked over and grabbed Fu Ying's wet and cold hand, which was not completely wiped clean. "They don't dare to break into Building No. 2 easily."

Fu Ying hummed, then asked, "Where are the two children?"

Song Shu: "Well... I'm not sure. He might be with Bo Li, or with Cao Jian and Yu Yi. Oh, don't worry about it. Let's get some rest."

Fu Ying was dragged out of the kitchen by her, her eyes cold.