Liang Fengyu hurriedly entered the house and closed the door with a nervous expression.

"What's wrong with you? Brother Feng Yu? ”

Mu Yafei, who was pushed away, stood aside with an injured face, "There are no zombies outside......

What happened to you, to be so nervous?

Mu Yafei looked at the large blood stain on his white shirt and exclaimed, "Brother Feng Yu! You're hurt?! ”

As soon as Liang Fengyu wanted to deny it, he thought that he had been out for so long, it was impossible for something not to happen, so he steadied his expression, pressed his hands on her shoulders, looked at her eyes, his voice was a little tense, but he tried his best to slow down and said: "I'm sorry, I scared you, this blood is a zombie, not mine." ”

"Can you please make me a cup of tea? I want to go take a shower first. ”

"Okay."

Mu Yafei watched Liang Fengyu, who was carrying a backpack, leave, then retracted his gentle appearance like water, and went to the kitchen to boil water with an indifferent face.

The people who lived in this house seemed to treat her as a servant who could be called upon at will, was this the life she was going to live when she was born again?

No, absolutely not!

If she continues like this, she will definitely repeat the mistakes of the past and become someone else's slave!

She's going to have to find a way to change!

Must change!

In the bathroom, Liang Fengyu put aside the clean clothes he took out of the bedroom, then opened the blood-soaked backpack and rinsed some of the things inside.

Every time he washes it, there seems to be a cry for mercy from the junior high school student he killed, and at the end of the wash, he pinched the bag of chocolate beans tightly, gritted his teeth to resist the desire to gag, squatted there tremblingly, and finally fell to the ground on his side, rolled into a shrimp and kept shaking!

Killed, he killed!

He actually killed the junior high school student who helped him in order to snatch a backpack of supplies!

The childish and friendly face seemed to have taken root in his head, and no matter how much he pulled away from it, that face was always there!

"I'm sorry ......"

He curled up, closed his eyes tightly, and trembled and shattered the words that had no effect.

"I'm sorry...... I want to live too......"

Liang Fengyu gasped a few times as quickly and difficult as an asthma patient, gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to blame, blame you!" You shouldn't help me! That's your own death! ”

The first time he killed someone, there seemed to be the temperature of that person's blood on his hands, fear and guilt continued to torture Liang Fengyu, and after he completely calmed down, he got up from the ground with a stiff movement and turned on the shower, "It's not my fault, it's the child's fault, it has nothing to do with me......"

He watched blankly as the blood belonging to the child flowed down the drain and into the drain, and only when there was only clear water left, did he slowly close his eyes and let himself accept what had happened.

He wasn't wrong, it was all the fault of the junior high school student, and ...... Mujing's fault.

If Mu Jing hadn't threatened him and asked him to return the things he ate, he wouldn't have killed that junior high school student for such a thing!

When Liang Fengyu completely packed up his mood and went to the living room with a laundry basket full of snacks, he smiled at Mu Yafei, who was still waiting there, "I'm sorry, the smell of blood on my body makes me a little unbearable, so I washed it for a while." ”

Mu Yafei shook her head and took the initiative to hand him a cup of tea, "It's okay, are you sitting?" ”

"Hmm."

The two chatted from time to time, but they didn't notice that Mu Jing came out of the room and went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

picked up the toothpaste that Mu Yang had put over from the washstand, and when he looked down, he happened to see the backpack that was still oozing blood......