Transmigrating into a female supporting role in a book

I felt a little numb, but I knew very well that he shouldn't have died like this.

No matter what happened between us in the past, those little moments we spent together have become memories that begin to torment me. Even though I did think they were paper people from another world, I still reflected some real feelings on him, which is why I am so sad now.

Jiang Huan wanted to teach me a lesson, and he did, which made me feel uncomfortable and fearful.

If I had known in advance that he would use such a method, I would definitely ask him not to kill the mute slave.

With Tianhe's help, the body of the mute slave was moved to a small room next door, which is usually where corpses are put into coffins. There is a long table and cleaning tools. I asked Tianhe to fetch me a few buckets of clean water and find a set of clean clothes for the mute slave, and then I prepared to help him prepare his remains.

He cooperated and didn't say anything. He put down the last bucket and turned away.

In fact, even I find it incredible. In my previous life, I was afraid of blood and pain. Although I learned some outdoor first aid for traveling, I had never faced a corpse at such a close distance.

I cut off the tattered and dirty clothes on his body, touched his hard and cold body, and felt the surface of his skin, which was as cold as jade but with a special smoothness of sebum. I couldn't stop crying, so I could only raise my wrists and wipe them with my sleeves before continuing with the next step.

It was as if there was a screaming and crying soul trapped in my head, torturing itself with no place to vent, but my hands moved calmly and steadily, cleaning the blood stains bit by bit until the bluish-white color of the skin was exposed.

"The clothes have been found." Tianhe's voice came from behind.

I turned around woodenly and took a set of men's clothing that was a little old but clean. "Thank you."

"I bought these from the village head, so the trouser legs might be a little short. If you feel they are inappropriate, I'll go back to the city and buy you a new pair." Tianhe looked at me cautiously, and I seemed to see pity in his eyes.

Did he feel sympathy for the tragic death of the mute slave?

I repeated my thanks, then turned around to continue tidying up. My brain seemed a little slow to react, and after a while I added, "No need to bother. I don't think he will mind." I'll burn the new clothes for him later.

"Let me help you." Tianhe walked a few steps to the long table.

I didn't refuse his help. Although I could move it by myself, it would be faster if two of us worked together.

Unlike before when he could just use scissors to cut open the old clothes on his body, it is still a little troublesome to put on another set of clothes for the mute slave's already stiff body.

When I reached my hand under my waist to pull out the fabric of my clothes, I exerted too much force and my palm was scratched by the wooden splinter on the edge of the table, leaving a bloody mark.

He took a deep breath and opened his palm to check, but there was no skin breakage.

Tianhe next to me noticed something was wrong with me and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"It's okay." I shook my head and continued with my unfinished work, not paying much attention to the wound on my hand.

After finally putting it on, I stroked the folds of the clothes and carefully examined all the details.

"Do you need to order a coffin?" Tianhe asked.

"Burn him. No need for a coffin, a jar for the ashes will do. I can take him with me like this in the future." I looked at the mute slave's scarred face and couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek. "He said he wanted to stay with me forever, and I agreed."

I couldn't help myself but lean over him before the tears started to well up again.

One last hug as a farewell.

I don’t know if it was my illusion, but I suddenly felt a slight tremor, as if the corpse moved.

I was so shocked that I forgot to shed tears. I immediately stood up, distanced myself from him, and observed him carefully.

"What's wrong?" Tianhe came around to my side, held my shoulders and asked softly.

I stared at the mute slave, as if I saw his chest rising and falling. The excitement in my heart far outweighed my fear. "He...he seemed to have moved just now..."

Tianhe turned his head to look over there, stretched out his hand to test it, but didn't find anything unusual. He shook his head at me and said, "Your eyes are blurry. You've been crying all the time, and your eyes are tired. Why don't you take a rest? I'll take care of the rest."

I sighed, thought what he said made sense, and agreed to go out for some fresh air and rest for a while.

There is an open space behind the cemetery, which is a place dedicated to cremation. The body is placed in a simple earth pit, and firewood is piled around it. After burning for a few hours, the ashes can be collected in a jar.

You can see traces of repeated burning near the pit, and this is where he was sent on his final journey.

After I walked around outside the charity cemetery, I wanted to go see him again. When I entered the small house again, the long table was empty.

I was confused. I had just been out for a while and the two of them had already moved the body out. They were so fast.

Just as I turned around and took a few steps to go out to ask them, I heard Tianhe talking to the village head, "You are too hasty to start burning firewood. It's not like we are cooking. This firewood is definitely not enough. We have to pay more." "Then name a price."

The two of them are still discussing the details of the cremation, and they haven't reached an agreement yet, so they probably won't move the body.

Could it be that someone else came to the charity cemetery?

When I turned around, I was startled by the figure in front of me, "Mute slave? You..."

At this moment, he was standing in front of me, and he opened his eyes. His pale complexion made the scars on his face look even more hideous. When I looked closely, it looked like his eyeballs were covered with a layer of milky white contact lenses, covering the original color of his pupils, and it looked like he was blind.

I tried to reach out and touch him, but he was still as cold as a stone, not like a living person.

Could it be some zombie virus that turned him into a zombie? This thought popped up in my mind, and I couldn't help swallowing my saliva. My back gradually became cold, and the fear eroded my sanity bit by bit.

The zombie movies I had watched in my previous life came to my mind, and I tried desperately to think of a solution - yellow talisman paper, black dog blood...

No, no, those moves are too fantastic, there is no way this world has them. Most likely it is a mutation caused by a virus infection, you have to shoot it in the head.

During this period, I seemed to have lost my sense of the flow of time, and the mute slave just stood in front of me without doing anything else.

It was really difficult for me to use force to blow his head off, although I knew he was already a corpse and I was planning to cremate him, so losing a head wouldn't be a big loss for him.

After a struggle between my conscience and my conscience, I slowly raised my hand, tentatively trying to hold down his head with one hand, and then use the other hand to pull out the dagger at my waist.

As a result, when I put my palm on it, as if a certain program was activated, he turned his head and opened his mouth and bit my palm.

For a moment, I felt as if my palm was cut by a sharp blade, and the pain was so severe that I screamed on the spot.