After the crow screamed, Mu Zi's soul was forced back into his body, regaining its vitality.

This is incredible!

Once she had consciousness, her first move was to stay away from the man on the ground! That strange jade still has a huge deterrent to her.

Xiaoyao is very spiritual and seems to sense her fear of that thing. It fell on the man, snarled with a bird's beak, and scratched his neck with a sharp claw.

However, the pendant is very strong, even though the skin of the collarbone between the neck is blurred by scratching, the jade is still firmly hung on the neck.

Mu Zi stood not far away, slowly calming down from the horror that had gone through life and death.

How to do……

Now, what should she do...

Mu Zi felt cold, and her body was trembling physiologically. In the cold night of late autumn, she only wore a thin silk nightdress. The jacket had already fallen by the man's side when she just got up, but she had no intention of picking it up.

She wants to be calm.

Now there is a corpse outside her window, and Mu Ling has witnessed her death...

Mu Ling's reaction was unpredictable, and it was not a few hours before dawn.

She needs to figure out how to deal with it as soon as possible.

But she was confused in her mind and her heart, she couldn't think of it...

"Xiaoyao." Mu Zi called out softly with a faint voice.

Hearing the sound, the crow stopped pecking at the jade, flapped its wings and flew over, resting on Mu Zi's forearm.

The black claws with red blood stains stained the sleeves of Mu Zi's nightdress, like soft red flowers and leaves, fascinating and ghostly.

Mu Zi walked into the house slowly with her bird. In the night, her figure was faint, and the skirt was light, like a white ghost.

She washed her hands, changed into clean pajamas, and cleaned up the little girl, carefully wiping the blood on the bird's beak and claws.

Then she sat on the sofa in the living room and thought about the events of tonight.

She found that she couldn't do it alone. At the same time, she also thought of how Murong Cheng's subordinates handled the corpses in an orderly manner in the manor castle...

And she now needs such help.

Mu Zi called Murong Cheng. Although he was afraid of him, he was the first person who would think of troubles.

Maybe she didn't even know that, subconsciously, she had already regarded Murong Cheng as a support.

Because this man is so strong, as if there is no problem he can't solve, so strong...as long as she is by his side, she can be afraid of nothing.

The phone at three o'clock in the morning was connected after only one ring.

Mu Zi's voice was soft and calm: "Brother, something happened at home, can you come back?"

What kind of thing do you need to call at three in the middle of the night?

Murong Cheng's heart sank, knowing that something must have happened to Mu Zi.

"I'm back now." He didn't ask much, and then hung up the phone.

While waiting for Murong Cheng to return, Mu Zi went outside the house.

She was afraid that the security guards who patrolled the night would find the corpse, so she stood guarding at a distance and found the mobile phone left by Mu Ling.

The video recording function of the mobile phone is turned on, and nearly 20 minutes of video have been recorded. Mu Zi dialed the video to the very beginning and saw how the man climbed the bay window sill on the second floor little by little, and opened it. Her window... and then fell.

At the moment of the fall, the video screen shook violently, as if the photographer was taken aback.

Mu Zi turned off the phone without expression.

She walked towards the artificial lake, silently, like a ghost walking in a garden.

Walking all the way to the lake, throwing his hand lightly, the phone fell into the lake, leaving only a layer of shallow fresh water patterns...