Chapter 1198

Mu Zening died.

This man had betrayed her, murdered her, and then imprisoned her when she was weak, and even wanted her to conceive a ghost, and suffered so much, she hated him to the bone.

But when he died, she didn't feel any joy in her heart, only filled with bitterness and sadness.

Not heartbroken, but she was really sad.

Mu Zening didn't deserve to die like this.

At least, she shouldn't die because of her.

Mu Zi's face was buried in Murong Cheng's arms, her voice was so hoarse that she didn't feel like her own: "It's so annoying... I just wanted to settle the matter, but now, I seem to owe him a little...a little bit, not yet. cleared the debt."

Murong Cheng hugged her quietly, hiding all his emotions in silence.

When the dust settles, sometimes there will be a result for everything, and sometimes there is no solution. Those grievances and entanglements have already become a mess, and the more they reason, the more chaotic, they can only wait for time to be relieved and compromised.

It's like during the two months when Mu Zi disappeared, he was angry, hated, and yelled, but after Mu Zening's death, all of these became meaningless.

Murong Cheng sighed slightly, and gently stroked the long hair of Mu Zi's shawl...

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Mu Zening's body was found a day later.

Fished out of the river, he was lying wet on a stretcher. His body was long and thin, and his black hair was dotted with tiny pieces of ice.

His expression was exceptionally serene, just like what Mu Zi described, as if he had entered an extremely dark and extremely peaceful world.

Murong Cheng arranged for someone to perform a rescue for Mu Zening.

The mages surrounded the dead, reciting incomprehensible words, and yellow talismans scattered all over the sky. In the bleak and lonely cold winter, blue fireworks were ignited, and the ancient copper bells, bells, bells... …

That voice seemed to call Hun'er in, but also seemed to send Hun'er away.

Murong Cheng watched from a distance.

It's an indescribable feeling.

In fact, he never hated Mu Zening, but more, it was a kind of contempt, a kind of contempt.

From childhood memories, he and Bai Wei were expelled to a small western-style building, and as the young masters of the Mu family, they were treated differently——

Mu Zening went to a noble school; he was framed and dropped out.

Mu Zening was admitted to the best university; he could only wander in other places to make a living.

Mu Zening married the No. 1 female prosecutor in Qingjiang; he lived a life of licking blood, precarious...

Murong Cheng has always looked down on Mu Zening, thinking that the other party's colorful life is only because of Mrs. Mu's escort, and the wealthy family has given Mu Zening opportunities and dignity. He seems to be successful and outstanding, but in fact he is extremely weak.

However, this person whom he had always looked down upon suddenly did something that could be considered great.

Is it remorse before dying?

Or let go helplessly?

... In the end, he was relieved.

Having freed himself, he also freed Murong Cheng and Mu Zi.

On the bank of the river, the children around the mages burned a lot of paper, Wang Zhan was so smoked that tears flowed down his face, he saw Murong Cheng waving at him from a distance, and quickly trotted over.

Murong Cheng asked him: "How much longer?"

"It's still early. It takes 45 minutes just to open the altar. What kind of ceremony will be left later? Around the coffin, burning the morning, noon, and evening...it won't be finished in a few days." Wang Zhan replied, "Master, you first Go back and accompany Madam, I'm here to watch."

"Yeah." Murong Cheng nodded slightly, threw half a cigarette in his hand on the ground, crushed it, and returned to the car with an indifferent expression.

As the car drove away, Wang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the shadow of the car drifting away.

Turning around, I saw Huang Laogui standing on the bank of the river, stretching his neck, poking secretly, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Hey! Why are you sneaking around?" Wang Zhan yelled at him, "Come back and watch, I don't understand the ritual of supersalting!"

Huang Laogui retracted his neck, gave him a coquettish smile, and walked back with his sleeves folded.

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