Mu Zening died.

This man, who betrayed her, murdered her, and then imprisoned her when she was weak, and even tried to impregnate her with a ghost fetus, suffered so much, she hated him to the bone.

But when he died, there was no happiness in her heart, only pervasive bitterness and sadness.

Not heartbroken, but she's really sad.

Mu Zening shouldn't have died like this.

At least, she shouldn't have died.

Mu Zi's face was buried in Murong Cheng's arms, and her voice was hoarse like her own: "It's so annoying...... I just wanted to settle it twice, but now, I seem to owe him a little bit...... A little, a debt that can't be paid off. ”

Murong Cheng quietly hugged her, and all his emotions were hidden in silence.

When the dust settles, sometimes it will give everything a result, sometimes it is unsolvable, those grievances and entanglements have long become a mess, the more rational the more chaotic, we can only wait for time to give relief and compromise.

For example, in the two months that Mu Zi disappeared, he was angry, hateful, and roared, but after Mu Zening's death, all this became meaningless.

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

……

Mu Zening's body was found a day later.

Fished ashore from the river, he lay wet on a stretcher, his body slender and thin, his black hair interspersed with fine ice ballast.

His expression was extraordinarily serene, just like Mu Zi described, as if he had gone to an incomparably dark and incomparably peaceful world.

Murong Cheng arranged for someone to give Mu Zening a superfluous.

The mages surrounded the deceased, chanting incomprehensible words, yellow talismans floating all over the sky, lighting blue fireworks in the cold winter, striking ancient bronze bells, bells, bells......

The voice seemed to summon the soul, and it seemed to send the soul away.

Murong Cheng watched from afar.

It's hard to describe.

He has never hated Mu Zening, but more of a contempt, a kind of contempt.

Since childhood, he and Bai Wei were expelled to a small western-style building, and they were also the little young masters of the Mu family, and they were treated all over the world-

Mu Zening attended an aristocratic school; He was framed for dropping out of school.

Mu Zening was admitted to the best university; He had to go to other places to wander and make a living.

Mu Zening married the first female prosecutor in Qingjiang; He lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge, and he was in danger......

Murong Cheng has always looked down on Mu Zening, feeling that the other party's flowery life is only because of Mrs. Mu's escort, and the rich family has given Mu Zening opportunities and decency.

However, this person who he has always looked down on suddenly did something that could be considered great.

Is it a pre-dying repentance?

Or is it helpless to let go?

…… In the end, he was liberated.

He freed himself, and 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 he burst into tears, and saw Murong Cheng waving at him from a distance, and hurriedly trotted over.

Murong Cheng asked him, "How long is it?" ”

"It's still early, it takes 45 minutes just to open the altar, and there is any courtesy after that, around the coffin, burning the morning, noon, and evening...... I can't finish it in a few days. Wang Zhan replied, "Master, you go back to accompany Madame first, I'm here to keep an eye on it." ”

"Hmm." Murong Cheng nodded slightly, threw half of the cigarette in his hand to the ground and ran it, and returned to the car with an indifferent expression.

The car went away, and Wang Zhan looked at the shadow of the car that was getting away and breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning around, I saw Huang Lao Ghost standing on the bank of the river, stretching his neck, secretly poking and poking at no idea what he was looking at.

"Hey! What are you doing sneaky? Wang Zhan yelled at him, "Come back and stare at it, I don't understand the superordinate rituals!" ”

Old Ghost Huang retracted his neck, smiled at him, and walked back with his hands on his sleeves.

……

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