Chapter 15 Horcrux

Between the crisscrossing overpasses stands a skyscraper.

 The traffic is endless. The China Trade Tower stood like an incomparably tall giant in the heart of Qingjiang City's business district.

 Wang Zhan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers brushed through the polished desktop, his tone complacent: "A full set of Italian high-grade office furniture, open office design, artificial three-dimensional green wall, German planting technology, Israel imported automatic drip irrigation system, elegant, healthy, environmentally friendly."

 He also raised his hand and knocked on the floor-to-ceiling glass window, "Bulletproof glass for special toughened treatment, fireproof and heat insulation, even if it is a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, there is no need to worry at all."

 After making a general introduction to the office, Wang Zhan looked at Murong Cheng with an inviting face, as if it was written on his face: come and compliment me, compliment me.

 Murong Cheng paced to the window, looking down on the city from above, his expression clear and cold and indifferent.

 "Have you found Old Man Huang yet?" He asked.

 The smile on Wang Zhan's face instantly froze.

 It was Old Ghost Huang again!

 What a fear of what will come, everything he could have accomplished successfully, only this Old Ghost Huang left a stain on him, appearing incompetent in his work.

 "No ..." Wang Zhan lowered his head.

 "Boss Jia has been dealing with this kind of people for years, and should know more than just Old Man Huang." Murong Cheng's deep black eyes looked at the distant scenery, his low voice was slightly cold, "Tell him that I have an urgent matter to use someone, even if the fame is not as good as Old Man Huang, it doesn't matter."

 Wang Zhan's heart lifted and asked, "Master, is Xu Shi Han's body in some kind of condition again?"

 Boy, they had spent a lot of money not to mention the effort they had put in for this vessel body, don't let anything go wrong!

 Murong Cheng's long brows furrowed slightly as he faintly said, "Xu Shi Han is fine, however, I suspect that the spell failed and the spirit body entered the wrong soul vessel."

 Wang Zhan's eyes widened, then cautiously asked, "Master, how certain are you?"

 He was silent for a long time and said, "Seven or eight points."

 Seven or eight points. In other words, it was almost certain.

 Wang Zhan's face then looked a little bad, "If any body could be used as a soul weapon, why did we go through all the trouble in the first place? Old Ghost Huang wouldn't have asked so much of us, as the saying goes, what pot goes with what lid, if it doesn't match perfectly and is hard fitted in, I'm only afraid that something will go wrong."

 Murong Cheng's eyes were gloomy. What Wang Zhan said was also the worry in his heart.

 "Master, don't worry, I'll go find Boss Jia and ask for someone." Wang Zhan solemnly made a military order, "Unless Old Man Huang runs out of the country, I will dig up the ground and find him out!"

 As soon as the words fell, Murong Cheng's cell phone rang.

 It was Bai Wei's incoming call.

 Wang Zhan glanced at it and was immediately silenced.

 Murong Cheng picked up the phone, "Mom, what is it?"

 "Rong Cheng, where are you? You come back quickly, Mu Ling Fei said that her mouth was injured by Zi Zi, she wants your big brother to do justice, I'm really worried that they're bullying Zi Zi again ...," Bai Wei's voice was urgent and panicked, revealing helplessness.

 Murong Cheng's eyebrows glazed over, and he returned, "I'll go back now."

 He hung up the phone, sprinted and hurried outside, Wang Zhan hurriedly followed, "... Master? This office ..." has not yet finished na.

 "My sister has something, this side of the company's business you look after yourself."

 Murong Cheng threw down a sentence, people have entered the elevator.

 Wang Zhan was separated from the elevator door, frozen in place half a day did not react.

 When did master have a sister? How come he had never heard of it?

 ...

 On the other side, Bai Wei put down her cell phone and turned to hold onto Mu Zi's hands, "Zi Zi, don't be afraid! Your brother will be back soon!"

 "... "Mu Zi silently rolled her eyes.

 She felt that Bai Wei was really exaggerating, as far as that was concerned? Isn't it just a verbal argument between children?

 At most, it is to be scolded, not to mention ... who is scolded, it is not certain.

Mu Rongxuan early widowed, only Mu Yun Mu Ling two daughters, has been very loving them, now he called the maid to ask Mu Zi over, obviously to seek justice for his daughter.

 Bai Wei was afraid that her daughter would suffer and insisted that she wait until Mu Rong Cheng returned.

 Mu Zi scoffed.

 What day did Murong Cheng come home that wasn't the middle of the night? Even if he really rushed back now as Bai Wei requested, how long would it take on the road? What if there was a traffic jam?

 Mu Zi told Bai Wei again and again that she would be fine, then followed the maid to the front villa.

 Along the way, the servants all looked at her with sympathetic gazes.

 Mu Zi face look frank, clarified bright eyes with a light smile, good and lovely, as if they do not know that they are about to be in big trouble.

 The servants sighed silently in their hearts: Alas, Ms. Mu Zi will be bullied again.

 The servants of the Mu family know that the Mu sisters are arrogant and domineering, and whoever offends them will have bad luck!

 ...

 Mu Zi walked into the living room and felt a hostile gaze sweep over.

 She didn't need to think to know that it must be Mu Ling, while the person gloating next to her was Mu Yun.

 Mu Zi didn't care about these two and focused her attention on the man sitting on the sofa.

 Elder Mu had been a flirt for a lifetime, resulting in these few sons of his, with a huge age difference.

 The youngest, Murong Cheng, was only twenty-four years old, while Mu Rongxuan, the eldest of the Mu family, was already over fifty this year.

 He was well-maintained, with only a slightly blonde figure and smiling eyebrows, looking like a kind and amiable elder.

 "Zi Zi." Mu Rongxuan waved his hand towards Mu Zi, his smile warm, and asked, "Is the body already well?"

 Mu Zi pursed her lips and smiled as if she was somewhat restrained, "Better."

 Mu Rongxuan said, "This period of time I have been in the provinces for a meeting, your matter is also just know, in the future you can not do stupid things, outside the aggrieved to tell the family, can not take their own lives to joke."

 Not a word about his daughter's injury.

 Mu Ling sat on the sidelines very dissatisfied, pampered with his elbow pushed Mu Rongxuan, got a stern glance back from his dad.

 Mu Ling deflated her mouth, full of unhappiness.

 Mu Zi just pretended not to see it and said softly, "Let everyone worry."

 Although these people wouldn't care about Mu Zi's death or life, she still had to say the words on the surface.

 Mu Rongxuan really revealed a smile, like a loving father, "You are young, a moment of impulsiveness is inevitable, it's good that people are fine."

 His voice paused, glanced at the two daughters beside him, and then said, "Muling cracked her lip a few days ago, and the doctor said that if it was any heavier, I'm afraid that her teeth would be loosened as well. You little girls, usually at home, some small quarrels are always unavoidable, but if you make a move, it's a bit uncharacteristic."

 After Mu Rongxuan finished speaking, he silently looked at Mu Zi, his eyes showing a few points of severity.

 No thanks to the Chief of Staff, a few words of courtesy before the military, grace and authority.

 Mu Zi opened a pair of deer-like eyes, innocence in the confusion, murmured, "Mu Ling fell so hard ah ..."

 "Less pretense! It was clearly you who pushed me!"

 Mu Ling was so angry by her innocent appearance that she yelled, pulling at her injured lip, blood gushing out from the chipped wound, she lost her voice and wailed in pain.

 Mu Zi was shocked and took half a step back, she raised her own hand and said, "Mu Ling, my wound has just healed, my wrist can't make any strength, it's impossible for me to push you."

 Mu Zi's drunken slitting of her wrists outside was a big deal, and the entire Mu family knew about it.

 Her skin was glistening white and tender, while the scar on her wrist was bright red and hideous, in contrast, the more she looked like her arm was slender and soft, as if it would break with a slight fold, and how could she push Mu Ling, who was obviously taller and stronger than her, down?

 Everyone didn't believe it.

 Including Mu Rongxuan.

 Mu Ling anxiously pointed at Mu Yun and shouted, "Sister saw her push me with her own eyes!"