"If you need it, I can write it." Mu Zizheng said, "As long as you can get people back, you won't be missing a cent of money." ”

Mu Zening looked at her for a while, and smiled.

"Forget it, I'll believe you."

He turned around slowly and continued on his way.

Although Mu Zi was puzzled, she still followed him step by step, keeping a distance of two or three meters.

Mu Zening said: "When I was a child, I once heard the second brother and my mother quarreling, my mother wanted to drive Bai Wei away, the second brother said that as long as Bai Wei walked out of this house, he turned his head and married someone back, and my mother was so angry that she scolded, but then she really didn't dare to mention the words of driving people away. ”

Speaking of this, Mu Zening suddenly stopped, Mu Zi behind her almost hit him, she was about to stand firm, and saw Mu Zening in front of her looking back at her.

"As long as people are still in the Mu family, wearing this layer of status, they can't do anything because of their shame." Mu Zening said, "Now that people are no longer in the Mu family, guess what will happen?" ”

Mu Zi's face tightened, "You knew it would be like this?" ”

"I don't know, it's all when I was a child, I forgot about it a long time ago, but today I suddenly remembered, so I called and asked, ......I didn't expect it," he smiled lightly and didn't continue.

The two walked outside the small western-style building, and Mu Zening asked Mu Zi to open the door.

Not much has changed in it.

Mu Zi didn't take the furniture with her when she moved, so the living room was not much different from before except that it was colder.

"Is there anything she has on her?" Mu Zening asked.

Mu Zi Wenyan went to Bai Wei's room, found a few hairs at the head of the bed, and when he went downstairs, he found that the curtains in the living room were all drawn, Mu Zening was sitting on the sofa, and the coffee table in front of him was covered with a piece of yellow paper.

He leaned slightly, holding a lighter in his hand and lit a few white candles.

The atmosphere in the living room became a little gloomy, and together with Mu Zening's face, the candle flame reflected the soft and pale.

"Is hair OK?" Mu Zi asked.

"Put it on paper." Mu Zening didn't look up, just looked at the candle in his hand intently, and slowly placed it on the corner of the coffee table.

Mu Ziyi Yan put a few strands of hair in her hand and gently placed them on the yellow paper.

After doing these things, she couldn't help but ask: "When you went out on a trip at that time, did you go to learn this?" ”

"Originally, I was looking for Old Ghost Huang." Mu Zening's expression was indifferent, and he didn't shy away from telling her, "Old Ghost Huang was so frightened that he ran away when he heard that the person he was going to deal with was the head of the Huo family, but that place was quite interesting. ”

He raised his eyes and glanced at her: "It is an ancient village deep in the mountains and old forests, the villagers in it are good at raising ghosts, and some of them also know some evil arts, as long as they give money, they dare to do anything...... That place is the hometown of the old ghost Huang. ”

Mu Zi was silent.

Mu Zening checked the candle flames at the four corners and said, "Let your people all go out." ”

Mu Zi was slightly stunned, looked at the bodyguard at the door, and hesitated.

She was very jealous of being alone with Mu Zening.

Mu Zening seemed to see her hesitation, the corners of her mouth hooked up a sneer, neither urging nor saying anything, sitting quietly on the sofa and waiting for Mu Zi to make a decision.

Mu Zi knew that if he didn't let people go out, Mu Zening wouldn't start.

"Go outside and keep watch." Mu Zidao.

The outside is full of her people, and Mu Zi thinks that Mu Zening should also weigh the consequences even if she wants to do something.

When all the bodyguards went out, Mu Zi looked at him: "Is it okay now?" ”

Mu Zening said, "Give me your hand." ”

"What?" Mu Zi thought she had misheard.

Mu Zening stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and said again: "Give me your hand." ”

Mu Zi frowned, and gently placed his hand on his palm-

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