Chapter 1197 Is Back

Compared with Mu Zi who is alone on the river, a ferry boat going blindly is more eye-catching.

Tangtang was like a helpless child, sitting on the boat with her knees hugged and howling.

Murong Cheng's men stopped the boat.

They came prepared, each armed with magical artifacts, and surrounded Tangtang, but they were vigilant and did not step forward.

——All means can only besiege, but cannot kill this ghost that came into being.

Tangtang turned a deaf ear to the approaching danger, and just cried and called Mu Zening's name over and over again, until her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse.

Her cries echoed across the river, but no one answered her.

I don't know who came forward with a knife.

While crying, Tangtang stepped back.

Retired to the cabin wall, there was no way to retreat, the bronze dagger was close in front of him, Tangtang shook her head desperately with tears streaming down her eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost all magical powers, vulnerable, pitiful, and had nothing to rely on.

Yet no one had mercy on her.

The bronze dagger pierced her chest, her body suddenly curled up, and a strange scream escaped from her throat! It's like the cry of a newborn baby, and it's like the scream of a night owl!

Among the surrounding crowd, someone shouted, "That girl must be kept alive!"

The strange black air spread out from the wound, and tightly wrapped around the dagger on the girl's chest!

The person holding the knife was startled, and immediately let go of his hand.

Tangtang's eyes suddenly opened!

"Mu Zening!—"

She looked in one direction, burst into tears, and suddenly rushed to the railing, and when everyone was caught off guard, she fell into the river!

...

In the bleak winter, Murong Cheng leaned against the side of the car.

Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke slowly, and there was a haze between his brows.

In the distance, Wang Zhan came over with someone, bowed his head and said, "The man caught it, but..."

Wang Zhan carefully glanced at Murong Cheng, "But...that dagger is gone."

Murong Cheng's eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head to look coldly.

Wang Zhan bit the bullet and explained: "At first, I was afraid of stabbing people to death. The brothers did not stab deeply. It must have fallen to the bottom of the river when they fell into the river. It is small and difficult to fish out."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Murong Cheng would be dissatisfied, so he added: "Actually, it's good to sink to the bottom of the river. That ghost will be subdued inside, and it won't see the light of day again, so it won't have a chance to come out to make trouble again!"

"Where is he?" Murong Cheng asked.

"Du Hao took that little girl to the hospital." Wang Zhan looked embarrassed, "I didn't find my wife on the boat, nor did I find Mu Zening..."

"found it!"

Before Wang Zhan finished speaking, someone shouted in the distance!

"Found it! Madame is there!!!—"

Murong Cheng's hand trembled suddenly, the cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground, his heart seemed to have stopped suddenly, he asked tremblingly, "Where is it?"

...

Mu Zi opened his eyes, and what came into view was Murong Cheng's face.

It seems to be expected, but also like an illusion...

Mu Zi stared at him for a long time, but didn't speak.

Murong Cheng gently held her shoulders, as if he was holding the lightest feather, the most fragile flower, and the most illusory cloud, which would slip through his fingers and disappear if he was not careful.

"Zizi." He called her in a low voice.

Mu Zi finally realized that the scene in front of her was not a dream.

She is not dead.

She has come back.

back to him.

"Murong Cheng." Mu Zi stared at him blankly and called his name.

Murong Cheng agreed, "En."

"Murong Cheng." She called him again.

"Well, I'm here." Murong Cheng lowered his head and kissed her, "I'm here, I'm..."

Mu Zi's body finally came to consciousness, her hands that were frozen stiff embraced Murong Cheng's waist, she closed her eyes forcefully, thinking that there would be tears, but her eye sockets were dry and not a single tear flowed down.

It was warm in the ward, and Mu Zi's frozen thoughts melted away little by little, and the picture of Mu Zening's drowning appeared in his mind, playing at an extremely slow speed like an old movie.

Feeling sad, she said in a hoarse voice, "Mu Zening is dead."

Look, such an unstable update... I can't help it. I will be busier tomorrow. After thinking about it carefully, I will simply stop tomorrow, and let the ending be released on Monday!