When Yin Ze entered the room again, he had an extra hot towel in his hand.

He walked up behind her, bent over, and gently applied a hot towel to her eyes.

"I didn't cry."

The tone that was so calm that there was almost no emotion softened Yin Ze's eyes, and he said softly: "I know, I sometimes use a hot towel to compress my eyes, and that feeling is very comfortable, so I want you to give it a try too." ”

Mu Jing listened, but didn't speak, both of them were silent, until Yin Ze took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence with a little helplessness and distress, "Are you comfortable?" ”

"Hmm."

"Uncle Liao's death...... Don't blame yourself too much, the current day, one more day is a day, I think, he will die with a smile, and his heart should be very satisfied and happy. ”

Being alive is a torment for Liao Zhengcheng, and Mu Jing is the driving force for him to go all the way to the present, but he encountered this kind of irresistible thing, and after some struggle, he also accepted such an ending calmly.

He shot them to warn them of the danger and protected them in his way.

Yin Ze was full of gratitude to him in his heart, "We buried Uncle Liao well, right?" ”

"Cremation."

Mu Jing took away the towel he covered his eyes and looked up at him, "I'm going to take his ashes." ”

Looking at her calm appearance that seemed to have figured it out without much emotion, he said, "Okay." ”

A few people who had been guarding outside saw Mu Jing come out, and stepped forward one by one, anxiously wanting to ask something, but they didn't know whether to ask or not.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

When they were still struggling, Mu Jing had already reported their emotional stability to them, "I worried you before, I'm sorry." ”

"Brother Jing, if you are sad, you must tell us, although we may not be able to help you, but ...... But I would like to be a listening object, and don't be alone and silent? ”

Yuan Lin looked at her worriedly, "Brother Jing comforted us when we needed it most, so we also wanted to comfort Brother Jing." ”

Mu Jing hooked his lips and raised his hand to rub his head twice, "Thank you." ”

Just such a move, Yuan Lin felt that his head was about to move.

Brother Ze's sight is no longer at the level of a knife, it's a chainsaw!

Mu Jing went out to find an urn and came back, then put Liao Zhengcheng's body in a clean place to incinerate, carefully put his ashes into the urn, held it for a while, and put it in the ring that can only store things at present.

Although it was dangerous here, Mu Jing didn't plan to change places, and chose to continue to rest here for a day.

Because of Liao Zhengcheng's death, everyone didn't have much appetite at night, so they ate something casually and went back to their rooms.

In the night, when only a few zombies could be heard, Yuan Lin sat on the edge of the bed in frustration, looked at Zhou Qiyang who was standing by the window, and said, "Brother Yang, Uncle Liao is really gone......"

"Hmm."

Just like Yuan Lin, Zhou Qiyang's mood was also very low.

They didn't show it during the day because they didn't want Mu Jing to worry.

Yuan Lin blinked, and the tears that he had been holding back did not fall until the dead of night, "I can't bear him, I still have a lot of questions I want to ask him." ”

It was just a moment of hard work before the person left, "It would be nice if I helped Uncle Liao move things at that time, two people are better than one." ”

He sniffed and said in a choked voice: "I'm so sad now, how sad is Brother Jing, who has always been good friends with Uncle Liao, woo woo woo woo ......"