Chapter 1198： Super

Mu Zening is dead.

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

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

Not to be heartbroken, but she is really sad.

Mu Zening shouldn't die like this.

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

Mu Zi’s face was buried in Murong Cheng’s arms, and her voice was so dumb as her own: "It’s too annoying... I just wanted to clean up, but now, it seems that I owe him a little... Clear debt."

Murong Cheng held her arms quietly, all emotions hidden in silence.

When the dust settles, sometimes it will give everything a result, and sometimes it is unresolved. Those grievances and entanglements have already become a mess, and the more the reason is, the more chaos, we can only wait for time to give relief and compromise.

It was like in the two months when Mu Zi disappeared, he was angry, hated, and snarled, but after Mu Zening died, all this 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.

He got ashore from the river and lay wet on a stretcher. His body was slender and thin, and his black hair was interspersed with tiny ice.

His expression was extraordinarily serene, as Mu Zi described it, as if he had gone to an extremely dark and quiet world.

Murong Cheng arranged for Mu Zening to do a super life.

The mages surrounded the deceased, chanting incomprehensible words, and yellow symbols were scattered all over the sky. In the bleak and lonely cold winter, blue fireworks were lit, and ancient copper bells, bells, bells rang... …

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

Murong Cheng looked from a distance.

It feels hard to describe.

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

Since childhood remembered, he and Bai Wei were deported to Xiaoyanglou, and as the little young masters of the Mu family, they were treated like a whole lot—

Mu Zening attended aristocratic school; he was framed and dropped out.

Mu Zening was admitted to the best university; he could only make a living by wandering outside.

Mu Zening married the first female prosecutor of Qingjiang; he lived a life of licking blood, precarious...

Murong Cheng has always looked down on Mu Zening, thinking that the other side's flowery life is only because of Mrs. Mu's escort, and the wealthy family has given Mu Zening opportunity and decent. It seems to be successful and excellent, but in fact it is weak.

However, this person who has always looked down upon him suddenly did something that could be regarded as great.

Is it repentance before death?

Still helplessly let go?

...After all, he was relieved.

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 smoky that he burst into tears. Seeing Murong Cheng beckoning him from a distance, he quickly trot over.

Murong Cheng asked him, "How long is there?"

"It's still early, it only takes 45 minutes to open the altar. What kind of courtesy is there to go around the coffin to burn the morning, noon, and late...in a few days it won't be over." Wang Zhan replied, "Lord, you first Go back and accompany your wife, I'm staring here."

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

When the car went away, Wang Zhan heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the moving shadow of the car.

Turning to see Huang Laogui standing on the bank of the river, his neck stretched out, he didn't know what he was looking at.

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

Huang Laogui retracted his neck, smiled at him, and walked back with his sleeves folded.

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