Chapter 1197: came back

Compared to Mu Zi, who was alone on the river, a ferry that was blindly moving was even more eye-catching.
Tangtang is like a helpless child, sitting on the boat with her knees hugged and crying.
Murong Cheng's people stopped the boat.
They came prepared, each holding the magical instruments, surrounded Tangtang, but they did not step forward vigilantly.
All means can only besieged, but cannot kill this ghost that came into being.
Tangtang turned a deaf ear to the approaching dangers, just cried and shouted Mu Zening's name, over and over again, crying red eyes and hoarse voice.
Her cries echoed in the river, and no one answered her.
I don't know who came forward with the knife.
Tangtang cried, and backed away.
Back to the bulkhead of the ship, there was no retreat, the bronze dagger was in front of him, and Tangtang shook his head desperately with tears.
At this moment she seemed to have lost all magical powers, fragile, pitiful, and helpless.
But no one took pity on her.
The bronze dagger pierced her chest, her body curled up suddenly, and a strange scream came from her throat! Just like the cry of a newborn baby, and like the scream of a night cat!
Among the surrounding crowd, somebody yelled: "That girl wants to stay alive!"
The weird black air dissipated from the wound, and the dagger wrapped tightly around the girl's chest!
The person holding the knife was startled and instantly let go.
Tangtang's eyes opened suddenly!
"Mu Zening!--"
She looked in one direction and burst into tears, suddenly rushed to the railing, and fell into the river when everyone was caught off guard!
...
In the bleak winter, Murong Cheng leaned against the car.
With a cigarette between his fingers, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled smoke, haze piled between his eyebrows.
From a distance, Wang Zhan walked over with someone, bowed his head and said: "People have caught up, but..."
Wang Zhan glanced at Murong Cheng cautiously, "But...the dagger is gone."
Murong Cheng's eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head to look coldly.
Wang Zhan bit his scalp and explained: "At first, I was afraid of stabbing people to death. The brothers didn't stabbed them deeply. It must have fallen to the bottom of the river when they fell. The thing is so small that it is difficult to get it."
After speaking, he was afraid that Murong Cheng would be dissatisfied, and added: "In fact, it doesn't matter if it sinks to the bottom of the river, the ghost is subdued in it, and if you don't see the sun in the future, there will be no chance to come out and make trouble!"
"Where is the person?" Murong Cheng asked.
"Du Hao took that little girl to the hospital." Wang Zhan's face was embarrassed, "No wife was found on the boat, and Mu Zening was not found..."
"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, and the cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground, and his heart seemed to stop suddenly. He trembled and asked, "Where?"
...
Mu Zi opened her eyes, and what caught her eye was Murong Cheng's face.
As expected, but also like an illusion...
Mu Zi fixedly looked at him for a long time without speaking.
Murong Cheng gently held her shoulders, as if holding the lightest feathers, the most fragile flowers, the most illusory clouds, accidentally slipping away from her fingers and disappearing.
"ZiZi." He called her in a low voice.
Mu Zi finally realized that the scene before him was not a dream.
She is not dead.
She has come back.
Go back to him.
"Murong Cheng." Mu Zi looked at him blankly and called his name.
Murong Cheng agreed: "Yes."
"Murong Cheng." She called him again.
"Well, I am here." Murong Cheng bowed his head and kissed her, "I am here, I am..."
Mu Zi's body finally felt sensation, and her stiff hands wrapped Murong Cheng's waist. She closed her eyes forcibly, thinking that there would be tears, but her eyes were dry and no tears shed.
The warmth in the ward, Mu Zi's frozen thoughts melted away a little bit, and a picture of Mu Zening indulged in his mind, playing at an extremely slow speed like an old movie.
Sad emotions surged, and she muttered: "Mu Zening is dead."