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

Tang Tang was like a helpless child, sitting on the boat with his knees and crying.

Murong Cheng's men intercepted the ship.

They came prepared, each holding magic weapons, and surrounded Tang Tang, but they were vigilant and did not step forward.

- All means can only besiege, but not kill this ghost that came into being.

Tang Tang turned a deaf ear to the approaching danger around him, and just cried and shouted Mu Zening's name, over and over again, over and over again, crying so that his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.

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

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

Tang Tang cried and stepped back.

Retreating to the cabin wall of the ship, there was no way to retreat, the bronze dagger was close in front of him, Tang Tang shook his head desperately with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost all her supernatural powers, vulnerable, pitiful, and helpless.

But no one had mercy on her.

The bronze dagger stabbed into her chest, her body curled up violently, and a strange scream overflowed from her throat! Like the cry of a newborn baby, and like the scream of a night cat!

In the surrounding crowd, I don't know who shouted: "That girl wants to stay alive!" ”

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

The man holding the knife was startled and suddenly let go.

Tang Tang's eyes opened suddenly!

"Mu Zening! ——”

She looked in one direction, tears welled up, and suddenly threw herself at the railing, and when everyone was caught off guard, she fell into the river!

……

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

With a cigarette between his fingers, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke, a haze piling up between his brows.

Far away, Wang Zhan walked over with someone, lowered his head and said, "The person has fished up, but ......"

Wang Zhan glanced at Murong Cheng cautiously, "But...... The dagger is gone. ”

Murong Cheng's eyes moved slightly, and he looked sideways coldly.

Wang Zhan stubbornly explained: "At first, I was afraid that I would stab people to death directly, but the brothers didn't stab them deeply, and they must have fallen to the bottom of the river when they fell into the river, and that thing was small and difficult to catch." ”

After speaking, he was afraid that Murong Cheng would not be satisfied, and added: "Actually, it's good to sink to the bottom of the river, that ghost is subdued inside, and if you don't see the light of day in the future, you won't have a chance to come out and make trouble again!" ”

"Where's the person?" Murong asked.

"Du Hao took the little girl to the hospital." Wang Zhan's face was embarrassed, "I didn't find my wife on the boat, and I didn't find Mu Zening's ......."

"Found it!"

Before Wang Zhan's words fell, someone suddenly shouted in the distance!

"Found it! Madame is there!! ——”

Murong Cheng's hand shook suddenly, the cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground, his heart seemed to be in sudden arrest, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Where is it?" ”

……

Mu Zi opened her eyes, and what caught her eyes was Murong Cheng's face.

It seemed to be expected, and it was like an illusion......

Mu Zi looked at him fixedly, looked at him for a long time, and did not speak.

Murong Cheng gently held her shoulder, as if 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.

"Purple Purple." He called out to her in a low voice.

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

She didn't die.

She's back.

Come back to him.

"Murong Cheng." Mu Zi looked at him in a daze and called his name.

Murong Cheng responded: "Hmm." ”

"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 sense, her frozen stiff hands wrapped around Murong Cheng's waist, she closed her eyes hard, thinking that there would be tears, but her eyes were dry, and not a single tear flowed.

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

Sadness surged up, and she said in a dumb voice: "Mu Zening is dead." ”

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