Murong Cheng did go back.

He returned home with the doll in his arms and picked up the sleeping old ghost Huang from the bed.

"Why didn't she react?" Murong Cheng questioned Old Ghost Huang, "Except for moving for a moment in the morning, you haven't moved again, are you sure you've succeeded?" ”

In the final analysis, he still doesn't believe in Huang Laogui.

Old Ghost Huang shouted wrongedly: "Of course, this doll is no better than a living person jumping and jumping!" It's just a makeshift Horcrux, you can't speak, and you can't dance with your hands. ”

Murong Cheng had a calm face, stared at Old Ghost Huang deeply, for a long time, and said: "If she is okay this time, I will not blame her for the previous things, but if you lie to me again......"

Old Ghost Huang shuddered, and was about to kneel down for Murong Cheng, "I want to have half a lie, so that I can't die if the sky thunders and splits!" ”

Only then did Murong Cheng retract his gaze.

Looking at the doll in his hand again, he was full of pity, reached out and touched the doll's hair, and pinched its face, the hair is high-temperature silk, the face is resin material, it feels smooth and soft to the touch, but it is far worse than the feel of his original baby......

Murong Cheng sighed faintly in his heart, pinched its little hands and feet, and chatted to send comfort.

At noon, Wang Zhan called.

Wang Zhan had already taken a group of people to Qingjiang, and they took a private yacht along the coastline of Xianghai City from south to north, going upriver into Qingjiang, and then stopped in the port silently, without alarming the Huo family.

The last time Mu Zi called Murong Cheng, he heard a lot of noise, and at that time Murong Cheng was meeting Wang Zhan on the yacht.

These people didn't come here to fight against Huo Zheng, they were purely watching the show, and they were ready to pick up leaks at any time.

After all, the Huo family is fighting fiercely now, as long as they are not stupid, they should know how rare this opportunity is.

"Master, Huo Zheng wants to see you." Wang Zhan's voice on the phone paused slightly, and he continued, "He said that as long as you go to see him, he is willing to consider our request." ”

Murong Cheng sneered: "He's exhausted, even if I don't go, he can only agree." ”

However, after a moment of silence, Murong Cheng said again: "Call Huo Jun and go over together." ”

After all these years of grievances and grievances, maybe we can settle it when we meet.

……

The room was bright and open, and the temperature was moderate under the action of the air conditioning, but the sun outside the window was dazzling, and the scorching sun was scorching the earth, and everything looked dying in the hot fog.

The man on the hospital bed sat quietly, half of his right arm twitched uncontrollably, which was caused by nerve damage in the brain, which was one of the sequelae.

People who are afflicted by illness usually have a drastic change in temperament, because it is not only the body that is tormented, but also the nerves and the psyche.

When a thought comes to your mind and you want to pronounce it, you find that you are like a patient with a stutter, unable to describe it in words.

When you pick up the dishes and chopsticks to eat and taste the delicious soup, you find that your hands are shaking uncontrollably, and the soup is spilled all over your body, and it is a mess.

When you wake up every day, you will be greeted by a variety of bottles and boxes of potions that can help you alleviate your remaining ailments, but there is never a cure.

Huo Zheng thought of this and took a deep breath.

Since he woke up, more than half a year has passed, and he has been in the hospital almost all of these six months.

Some time ago, his state was slightly stable, and not long after he went back, he suddenly had a seizure and was sent to the hospital again.

Huo Zheng knew that he couldn't get better.

It is often said in the reports that the revival of vegetative people is a miracle and the favor of the gods.

But Huo Zheng knew very well in his heart that the gods did not favor him.

If the gods really favored him, they shouldn't let Murong Cheng live.

The door of the ward knocked softly, and Huo Lin pushed the door open and came in, with a complicated expression: "Brother, Huo Rong has arrived." ”