Fortunate to be cared for in this life

Chapter 104 Fright
Full of excitement, Mu Ling asked, "Sister, when should I call?"

After asking, she felt a little uneasy again, "But I don't know Jiang Zhinuan very well...she is very arrogant, if I call her suddenly, will she believe it?"

"Call tomorrow." Mu Yun was full of ambition, looking confident, "Tomorrow my third uncle will take Aunt Qiao to Jiang's house. Jiang's family has received our family's favor. If we call again, they will pay more attention to it."

"Well, good." Mu Ling nodded.

When she thinks of tomorrow's good show, she is overjoyed, as if the depression and grievances of this period of time have also been swept away.

"However, sister, do you find it strange?" Mu Ling's heart moved, and he said to Mu Yun in bewilderment, "Since Muzi was discharged from the hospital, she seems to be a different person. I used to scold her and beat her, but she kept saying nothing." She didn't even dare to make a sound, but look, she now..."

Mu Ling said, his face became ugly, and his voice lowered: "And the last time...the last time she fell into the water, it didn't take long before she suddenly lost her breath, and she didn't even have a pulse! Live again Come here, like a corpse!"

Mu Yun nodded thoughtfully, "She is indeed a bit weird..."

"Could it be that she hit an evil? Could she not be a human?!" Mu Ling was terrified when she thought about it, with fear on her face.

Mu Yun glanced at her lightly, "Don't scare yourself by yourself."

But... this Mu Zi is indeed a bit evil.

Mu Yun couldn't think of a clue.

……

The luxurious Huake Entertainment City, brightly lit, is full of wine, beauties, and high-stakes gambling, which makes the lost people reverse the day and night, and forget the time.

Du Hao rushed over, holding a delicate bamboo basket in his arms.

The basket is only as big as a soup bowl, with a lid so you can't tell what's inside, and the handle is tied with red silk on both sides, which is very auspicious.

About a quarter of an hour later, this ancient and festive basket was placed on Murong Cheng's table.

Wang Zhan washed his hands deliberately, put on a pair of white gloves, and opened the lid of the basket with a respectful and serious expression——

After seeing the contents clearly, the expression on Wang Zhan's face cracked a bit...

"This is... the three-eyed crow?" The corners of Wang Zhan's mouth twitched, with the urge to smear his face with shit.

What the hell is the three, eye, god, and crow worth 800 million? !
——There was a fleshy chick in the basket. The little thing had its eyes closed tightly, its head was bald, and there were few hairs on its body. It was obvious that it had just hatched.

No matter how you look at it, you can't see the temperament of the divine crow!
On the contrary, it looks like a broiler!
On the other hand, Du Hao looked forward to it, looked at the "God Crow" with admiration, and said, "It's past their breeding season, and it's really not easy to find this nest. This chick is the strongest in the nest." , as long as you raise it well, you will definitely become an excellent guardian pet in the future."

"This, this, this..." Wang Zhan looked at the bald bird, then at Murong Cheng, "Master, this... this bird..."

Didn't this bird really come from a pheasant nest? !

Murong Cheng stared at the chick that was waiting to be fed, and tentatively stretched out his hand——

"Master Rong, be careful." Du Hao reminded in a low voice, "This bird hasn't recognized its owner yet."

Once the crow recognizes its master, it will be the only one in its life and will not change again.

Murong Cheng withdrew his hand, his eyes still fixed on the baby bird.

"As long as this bird is brought up..." Murong Cheng slowly said thoughtfully, "The soul will not leave the body easily... Will she really come back to life?"

"Yes, the phenomenon of the soul leaving the body is called 'scary', especially when encountering a situation similar to death, 'scary' is most likely to occur." Du Hao nodded and replied, "With this three-eyed crow, short-term Three years, or six years at most, the resurrected soul will be no different from the living."

(End of this chapter)