Mu Zi thinks this is unscientific.

She just fell into the water, even if she was going to die, she wouldn't be so fast!

But the resurrection from the dead was originally something that did not conform to scientific logic. Mu Zi couldn't help but wonder if it was the ghost who discovered that she was still alive, a person whose life had expired, and so secretly ran to hook her soul?

She really can't accept her own death so fast!

Someone jumped into the water to rescue her.

Everything looks so similar.

It's like a replayed video tape, except that it was on a yacht this time, and this time it was in Mu's garden.

After becoming a ghost, the whole world becomes dark and gray, and everything loses its luster.

And those who are alive are blurred in the vision of the ghost.

Even if they are very close, the facial features and faces are hazy, like...human-shaped fog.

She can only distinguish the identities of these people by clothing and voice.

The one wearing the brand-name long skirt is Mu Ling; the one calling the rescue with the walkie-talkie is the security guard; the one whispering around is the servants...

As for the person who kneeled on the ground and kept giving her artificial respiration, it should be Murong Cheng.

……and many more!

Artificial respiration?

-Artificial respiration! ! !

...

After Mu Zi was rescued ashore, Murong Cheng immediately helped her clean up the mud and debris in her mouth and nasal cavity and provided first aid.

However, Mu Zi's mouth and nose were very clean, and even spit out very little water.

A security guard with rescue experience pressed his finger on Mu Zi's neck and found that her carotid artery had stopped beating.

"Miss Mu Zi is dead!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and then everyone went to see Mu Ling together.

—— Mu Ling killed Mu Zi.

Everyone thinks so.

"This is impossible!" Mu Ling screamed out of control with a pale face, "Impossible! It's only a minute or two, she can't die! Impossible!!!"

In fact, Mu Ling was right.

Not long after Mu Zi fell into the water, Murong Cheng jumped into the water to save her, and only two minutes was lost in the water.

But now that Mu Zi is dead, everything Mu Ling said has become a sophistry!

Someone in the crowd whispered: "Do you want to call the police?"

Mu Ling suddenly collapsed!

"No... it's not me, I didn't kill her, I didn't... I didn't kill anyone!"

She staggered back, unable to resist everyone's focused eyes, and fled in panic!

No one was chasing her, but she ran in panic! Stumbled all the way, like being chased by an evil spirit!

At this time, Murong Cheng was still doing cardiac resuscitation and artificial respiration for Mu Zi.

The security guard looked at him sympathetically, "Fourth Young Master, Miss Mu Zi is already..."

Surprisingly, Murong Cheng suddenly picked up Mu Zi and walked forward quickly.

"Get a car! Go to the hospital!"

Everyone looked at each other--

What's the use of going to the hospital? Even the pulse stopped, Miss Mu Zi, clearly dead!

Murong Cheng got into the car holding Mu Zi and called Wang Zhan: "Let you ask Boss Jia to ask someone, how is it going? I'm going to meet people now! No matter how far away, I have to take them. Come to Qingjiang City!"

...

Mu Zi opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling, the blue medical lining, and the transparent transfusion bag with the label.

...Well, she is in the hospital again.

Ever since she discovered that she had become a ghost, she always wanted to return to her body.

She tried countless times, failed countless times, body and soul are like two repelling magnets, no matter how hard she tries, there is no way to go back.

Occasionally a few times, a wonderful adsorption force was produced, but it could not be maintained for too long. As soon as she entered happily, she was inexplicably rejected.

This feeling of seeing oneself want to live, but not able to survive, is really bad!

The last time, the adsorption power seemed to be stronger, and then she lost consciousness...

Mu Zi sat up and found Murong Cheng who was staring at her beside the hospital bed.

He was drenched with wet hair on his forehead, a bit embarrassed compared to the usual cold, proud and lonely.

Mu Zi had to sigh, this person is too handsome, even if his body is wet and dirty, it will only make people feel that his muscles are strong, thin lips are sexy, and he is so handsome and sloppy without any sloppyness.

I thought of this lips just giving myself artificial respiration not long ago...

Mu Zi felt very uncomfortable, and turned his face away and said, "Brother, go and change clothes, beware of colds..."