Mu Rongxuan was furious: "This fourth child! I thought he had changed his mind, but I didn't expect him to be so foolish!"

The steward persuaded: "That's what I mentioned. It's all the old ideas of feudal superstition. Don't mind. The Four Young Masters may have heard of this kind of rumors and found it interesting."

As a housekeeper, you must not only inform the owner of the family's affairs, but also not offend anyone.

Mu Rongxuan was still very angry, and said: "Too bad! Feudal superstition is not always accurate, but it is not guaranteed that the guests who come to the spring banquet understand this, and we will be a joke at that time!"

There are some things that you can not believe, but you have to understand!

Mu Rongxuan said, "Cut off all of them! Don't keep one tree!"

The butler said yes.

Mu Rongxuan thought for a while, then changed his mind, and said, “There were rumors before that my Mu’s family was haunted and I was cutting down trees at this time. I am afraid that the rumors and whispers outside would be more severe. Ground breaking is not lucky by itself."

The butler smiled flatteringly: "You still think carefully."

Mu Rongxuan was in a good mood. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and didn't care about the five yin trees. He was just afraid of being seen by others, thinking that the Mu family didn't pay attention to it.

But now is not a good time to cut down the trees, the house is full of ugly waste for the New Year.

During the banquet, the guests were all in the front villa, even if they came out for a stroll, they probably wouldn't go to the small western-style building.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Rongxuan felt that the tree-cutting matter could be temporarily put aside. When the family bought a batch of new saplings in March, they could take the opportunity to remove the old trees. if.

...

The conversation between Mu Rongxuan and the housekeeper in the study, Mu Zening heard exactly.

He returned to the room with a solemn expression, stood by the window and lit a cigarette.

There is a big tree in front of the small western-style building. Because the leaves are all gone in the cold season, it can no longer block the scenery.

Mu Zening watched Mu Zi's figure flash past the glass window.

It's too far apart for him to see clearly.

He remembered the secret Mu Ling had told him.

"Uncle San, only you are sincere to me. I can't be ungrateful. I only tell you about this. Mu Zi is not Mu Zi at all, she is a ghost!"

Mu Ling was receiving mental treatment, and her consciousness was sometimes sober and sometimes confused. Mu Zening originally thought she was talking crazy.

But Mu Ling said again: "Don’t you think it’s weird? After a person commits suicide by cutting his wrist, why does his temperament change drastically? The tone and demeanor are different, the clothes are different, and he has obviously dropped out of school for a few years, but can pass the elite school. In the assessment, I don’t even remember the previous people and things, Sanshu, she is not the old Mu Zi at all! If you don’t believe it, you can test her."

Mu Zi has indeed become different from before.

But the ghost talk was too bizarre, and Mu Zening was reluctant to believe it. When the return date was approaching, he wanted to take Mu Ling home for the New Year.

Muling refused. She said: "I know Mu Zi's secret. If they know I'm not crazy, they will kill me! I can't go back! Uncle, I beg you, will you send me abroad, okay? I don't want to die! I don't want to die yet!"

As she talked, she became emotional again and cried hysterically until the nurse came in and gave her a sedative.

However, when she woke up, Mu Zening asked her who wanted to kill her, but Mu Ling remained silent, only a huge fear in his eyes.

"Uncle San, I really can't go back. Will you send me abroad, okay? I will repay you in the future!" Mu Ling said repeatedly.

It is not difficult to send her abroad. If it helps to treat her condition, Mu would rather agree to Mu Ling's request.

However, he was full of doubts: If what Mu Ling said is true, then who is Mu Zi now? ...