Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

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

He walked behind her, bent down, and gently applied the hot towel to her eyes.

"I didn't cry."

The calm tone with almost no emotion made Yin Ze's eyes soften a little, and he said warmly: "I know, I sometimes use a hot towel to apply to my eyes. It feels very comfortable, so I want you to try it too."

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

"Um."

"Uncle Liao's death... don't blame yourself too much. In today's life, one more day is just one more day. I think he will die with a smile, and he should be very satisfied and happy in his heart."

Living is a kind of torture for Liao Zhengcheng, and Mu Jing is his motivation until now. But he encountered such an irresistible thing, and after some struggle, he calmly accepted this ending.

He shot to warn them of the danger, and also used his method to protect them.

Yin Ze was very grateful to him, "Let's bury Uncle Liao properly, right?"

"Cremation."

Mu Jing took away the towel that covered his eyes and looked up at him, "I want to take his ashes with me."

Looking at her calm look as if she had figured it out without much emotion, she said: "Okay."

The few people who had been waiting outside saw Mu Jing coming out and stepped forward one by one. They wanted to ask something anxiously, but they didn't know whether they should ask.

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

While they were still struggling, Mu Jing had already informed them of their emotional stability, "I'm sorry for making you worry before."

"Brother Jing, if you are sad, you must tell us. Although we may not be able to help you, but... we are willing to be a listening partner. Don't just keep silent?"

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

Mu Jing curled her lips, raised her hand and rubbed his head twice, "Thank you."

With just such a movement, Yuan Lin felt like 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 he placed Liao Zhengcheng's body in a clean place for incineration. He carefully put his ashes into the urn, held it for a while, and then placed it in the A ring that can store things.

Although it was dangerous here, Mu Jing had no intention of changing places and chose to continue resting here for the whole day.

Because of Liao Zhengcheng's death, everyone had no appetite at night, so they ate something and then went back to their rooms.

At night when only a few zombie roars could be heard, Yuan Lin sat on the bedside in frustration, looked at Zhou Qiyang standing by the window, and said: "Brother Yang, Uncle Liao is really gone..."

"Um."

Just like Yuan Lin, Zhou Qiyang was also in a very depressed mood.

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

Yuan Lin blinked his eyes, and the tears he had been holding back fell until the dead of night, "I can't bear to let him go. I still have many questions to ask him."

After just a short while, the person left, "It would have been nice if I had helped Uncle Liao move things at that time. Two people are better than one."

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