Chapter 873: Give me your hand

"If you need it, I can make a written statement." Mu Zi said sternly, "As long as you can get people back, you won't lose a cent of money."
Mu Zening looked at her for a while, then smiled quickly.
"Forget it, I believe you once."
He turned slowly and continued to walk forward.
Although Mu Zi was puzzled, he stepped behind him, keeping a distance of two or three meters.
Mu Zening said: "When I was a child, I heard my second brother quarreling with my mother. My mother wanted to drive Bai Wei away. The second brother said that as long as Bai Wei walked out of the house, he would marry someone back. Mom was so angry. He yelled at him, but then I really didn't dare to talk about driving people."
Having said this, Mu Zening suddenly stopped, and Mu Zi behind him almost ran into him. She was about to stand still, and saw Mu Zening in front looking back at her.
"As long as a person is still in the Mu's family, they will wear this level of status, which hinders the moral integrity and shame, and can't do anything." Mu Zening said, "Now that the person is not in the Mu's family, guess what will happen?"
Mu Zi's face was tight, "Did you know it would be like this?"
"I don't know, it's all when I was a child, and I have forgotten it a long time ago, but I suddenly remembered it today, so I called to ask, but I didn't expect it..." He smiled lightly and didn't continue.
The two walked outside the Xiaoyang Building, and Mu Zening asked Mu Zi to open the door.
There is little change inside.
Mu Zi did not take away the furniture when she moved, so the living room was not much different from before except that it was quieter.
"Is there anything on her?" Mu Zening asked.
After hearing this, Mu Zi went to Bai Wei's room and found a few strands of hair on the head of the bed. When he went downstairs, he found that the curtains in the living room were all closed. Mu Zening was sitting on the sofa with a coffee table in front of him. Yellow paper.
He leaned slightly, holding a lighter in his hand, and lit a few white candles.
The atmosphere in the living room then became a little gloomy, and Mu Zening's face was soft and pale in the candlelight.
"Is the hair okay?" Mu Zi asked.
"Put it on the paper." Mu Zening didn't look up, but focused on watching the candle in his hand, slowly placing it on the corner of the coffee table.
Mu Ziyiyan put the hairs in his hands gently on the yellow paper.
After doing all these things, she couldn't help but ask: "You were going to learn these when you were traveling?"
"Originally I went to find Huang Laogui." Mu Zening was indifferent and told her without evasiveness, "When Huang Laogui heard that the person he was going to deal with was the Huo Family Patriarch, he was so scared that he ran away, but the place is quite interesting. ."
He raised his eyes and glanced at her: "It's an ancient village deep in the mountains and forests. The villagers in it are good at raising ghosts, and some also know some sorcery. As long as they give money, they dare to do anything... That place is regarded as the hometown of Old Ghost Huang. "
Mu Zi was silent.
Mu Zening checked the four corners of the candlelight and said, "Let your people out."
Mu Zi was taken aback for a moment, and he looked at the bodyguard at the door with some hesitation.
She was afraid of being alone with Mu Zening.
Mu Zening seemed to see her hesitation, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He neither urged nor said anything, and sat quietly on the sofa waiting for Mu Zi to make a decision.
Mu Zi knew that without letting people out, Mu Zening would not start.
"Go outside and guard." Mu Zi said.
There are all her people outside, and Mu Zi thinks that even if Mu Zening wants to do something, he should weigh the consequences.
When all the bodyguards went out, Mu Zi looked at him: "Is it all right now?"
Mu Zening said, "Give me your hand."
"What?" Mu Zi thought he had heard it wrong.
Mu Zening stretched out his hand, opened his palm up, and said again: "Give me your hand."
Mu Zi frowned and placed his hand gently in his palm