CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 392 WAITING FOR DEATH’S SENTENCE

For that girl, he disregarded the ties between the Lin and Mu families. Now he’s pointing a gun at Lin Ruonan. Even if this matter passes, can the Lin and Mu families be the same as before?

"Sis, are you going to tell Second Brother?" Lin Junyang said from the side.

"Heh," Lin Ruonan let out a cold laugh, a sound that was both graceful and sorrowful, "Xingfeng, is that how you see me? I admit, I’m jealous of An Ran, insanely jealous, but I would never do something disgraceful like that. If you don’t believe me, I have nothing more to say. Go ahead and shoot."

With that, Lin Ruonan closed her eyes.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. In the courtyard filled with dozens of people, apart from the howling wind, no other sound could be heard, as if awaiting the verdict of death.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats.

At this moment, a weak voice came from the direction of Mei Lin, "Um, I just saw a servant running with a girl in that direction."

Mu Xingfeng suddenly turned his head, looking at the woman on the ground, "Where did they go?"

The woman pointed to a small house in the distance, "It seemed like they went that way."

Mu Xingfeng threw away the gun in his hand and rushed towards the small house.

The cold sensation on her forehead suddenly disappeared, and Lin Ruonan’s whole body went limp, swaying slightly. Gu Haoyu caught her immediately.

Lin Ruonan looked up and met a pair of deep eyes, her eyes slightly red, "Brother, do you believe me?"

"Yes, I believe you." Gu Haoyu held her, patting her shoulder to comfort her.

Mu Xingfeng ran to the house as fast as he ever had in his life. Seeing the dark room and the brass lock on the door, he turned to look at Lin Junyang.

"Second Brother, this is the shrine room Grandma used when she was alive. After she passed away, it was locked up. Tuzi wouldn’t be here," Lin Junyang said.

Grandma Lin was superstitious and always worshiped gods when she was alive.

Old Mr. Lin was an old revolutionary who didn’t believe in such things but couldn’t argue with Grandma Lin, so he built a shrine for her in the backyard.

After Grandma Lin passed away, the room was locked up.

"Where’s the key?" Mu Xingfeng’s voice was still as cold as ice.

"Uh..." Lin Junyang turned to a guard, "Go get the shrine room key from Grandpa."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud "Duang," and the door was kicked open, followed by a scream from inside the house.

"Ah—"

"Ranran..." Hearing the familiar voice, Mu Xingfeng’s heart finally settled, "Ranran, don’t be afraid, it’s me."

"Click," Lin Junyang reached out and turned on the light inside the room.

In the corner of the wall, a pink figure curled up there, the girl hugging her knees, her little head buried tightly in them, shaking uncontrollably.

Mu Xingfeng quickly approached, squatting beside her but not daring to touch her easily. His large hand hovered above her shoulder for a moment before gently resting on it.

Unsurprisingly, the girl trembled even more violently, "No..."

"Ranran, don’t be afraid, I’m here."

Hearing the familiar voice, the girl slowly lifted her little head. Her long hair, soaked with sweat, stuck messily to her forehead. Her eyes were red, still carrying undried tears, making her look pitiful.

Her vacant eyes gradually focused on the man in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes once again.

"Mu Xingfeng~, you finally came."