My Death God Roommate

A daze flashed in Wang Qinghai's dumb eyes. He nodded mechanically, then glanced back at the dead body before being pulled by Mu Rong's chain, through the wall and out of the hospital.

The nurse removed the life-sustaining equipment, and the nurse called to inform Wang Qinghai's family, and the doctor covered him with a white cloth.

The two wandered far away, and Wang Qinghai asked afterwards, "Am I dead?"

"Ok."

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, and finally turned into a heavy sigh.

Mu Rong's expression remained the same. She had served the underworld for fifteen years, and she had been numb to seeing too many things like this.

For ordinary people, death is the end of life, but in Murong's eyes, it is the beginning of another journey. There is nothing to be sad about.

The two came to a high-end residential area in the south of the city and walked into a brightly lit villa. The first floor was already set up with a mourning hall.

Flower growers are currently in the implementation stage of funeral and interment reform, and many people cannot accept cremation for the time being.

In the middle of the mourning hall, there is a coffin. On the white wall, black paper flowers are used to spell out a big word "Lien".

On the altar table, stood a black and white photo of the deceased, and on both sides of the coffin stood a pair of unfinished paper flower girls.

The walls on both sides, full of wreaths, lined up into the yard.

On the left side of the door, there is a paper-tied tall horse, and on the right is a large number of paper products, including villas, cars, and household appliances.

Two rows of family members dressed in mourning and filial piety were kneeling in the hall, and they cried in a low voice with sorrow and joy, adding some paper money to the brazier from time to time, chanting words to ask the deceased to rest in peace.

When Wang Haiqing saw this scene, he showed deep envy. After his death, he opened his ghost eyes. He could see a man of his age and bright clothes floating on the coffin, looking at his relatives with a smile.

Wang Haiqing looked down at herself, still wearing the hospital gown.

"I am the ecstasy messenger of the Death Academy, Tian Yingfa, your time is here, come with me."

Tian Yingfa looked at Mu Rong unexpectedly, and the bad guy in front of him seemed different from the legend.

However, Tian Yingfa confronted people of the same age as his grandchildren, and said respectfully: "Sir, can you tolerate a moment? My little grandson is on his way home. He will be there soon. Let me see. His last side."

"The body is dead, the front is scattered, it's time to go on the road."

Mu Rong's voice was very soft, with an unquestionable determination in his tone.

"My lord, please be accommodating."

The thin lips were pressed together, and the next second, the iron chain wrapped around Tian Yingfa's body. The latter found that he had no resistance at all and could only be pulled out of the mourning hall.

Tian Ying was trembling with anger, and was quite afraid of Mu Rong's identity. He didn't dare to say anything bad, so he could only stare at Mu Rong's back in resentment.

With the movement of footsteps, the chain in Mu Rong's hand has already drawn more than a dozen souls.

After walking through the last house, Mu Rong opened the pamphlet in his hand, looked at it carefully, and let out a breath.

At this time, the east was slightly pale.

Mu Rong brought these souls to a bank. Two majestic stone lions squatted at the door. When he saw the people coming, he moved both, turned his head and looked at the crowd, and let out a low roar.

The fifteen people behind Mu Rong shuddered all together, and they all stepped back by accident, and were caught by the chain again, unable to retreat.

Someone looked up at the signboard at the door, and saw four large characters written on it: "Yin and Yang Post".

"This...isn't this a bank? I used to come here to do business often, how..."

Mu Rong did not answer. She opened her palm, and a small black token appeared in her palm. She held the token in front of her. A faint blue light flashed in the eyes of the two lions, returning to their original posture. The stone statue.

Several souls rubbed their eyes, suspecting that they were dazzled.

Everyone entered through the door. In the middle of the hall stood a door with a green whirlpool rotating inside.

"Go down, someone will pick you up below."

It doesn't matter whether you are unwilling or regretful; at this point, you can't turn your head back. The person in the lead hesitated for a few seconds, stepped in, and the people behind followed in an orderly manner.

Soon, only Wang Qinghai and Tian Yingfa at the end of the team were left.

Mu Rong glanced at the two of them and said, "There is a lookout station below, where you can see Yang Jian's family for the last time."

The two were startled, moved, and said gratefully, "Thank you."

"Heigouling is not easy, the two work together, and perhaps suffer less."

Standing in front of the door, Wang Qinghai glanced back and lowered his head. The hospital gown on his body suddenly turned into a navy blue robe and mantle. A long wooden stick appeared in his left hand and a piece of dry food in his right hand. After reacting, he He laughed, the wrinkles on his face were deep, and he didn't say anything in the end, and walked through the door.

The whirlpool slowly faded, and Mu Rong waited for a while. After making sure that the situation of the last time would not happen, he turned and left the "Yin Yang Post".

Standing at the door, looking up at the sky, there is still a while before dawn.

She raised the index and middle fingers of her right hand, and with a movement of her mind, a piece of emerald green talisman paper appeared between the two fingers.

The talisman paper burned out and turned into several tiny light spots, floating in front of Mu Rong.

"Where is Huang Yanan."

The spot of light moved in response, but bumped like a headless fly.

Upon seeing this, Mu Rong sighed and waved his sleeves, and the green light spot in front of him disappeared.

There is no soul that cannot be found in the soul chaser in this world, unless that soul is attached to the body of a living person.

According to the laws of the underworld, it is a felony for the dead soul to possess a living body. Mu Rong can't understand why Huang Yanan refuses to reincarnate. If he continues to make mistakes, he will have no chance to be a man in his next life...

Before dawn, Mu Rong returned home.

However, he did not return to his body, but came to the window, overlooking the quiet and unmanned community, and for a long time, he pinched a piece of red talisman paper in the same way.

"Tang Jie."

The talisman burned in half silently, and in the emptiness in front of Mu Rong, five characters: "Five Hundred Years of the Underworld" appeared.

After burning the talisman paper, the characters disappeared.

But Mu Rong stared at the place where the handwriting disappeared. He was silent for a long time, his eyes seemed to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, seeing far, far away.

The ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted Mu Rong's thoughts. She frowned, removed the yellow paper, reset her soul, and took out her mobile phone under the pillow. It was a strange number.

"Hello, hello."

"Are you Miss Mu?"

"I am, may I ask you who?"

"I saw your post on 88.com, are you recruiting free tenants?"

"Don't you realize that it is a bit early at five o'clock in the morning?"

Mu Rong hung up the phone decisively and added the other party's number to the blacklist. When he flipped through his phone, there were more than 30 missed calls and more than a dozen unread text messages.

The content of the text messages was the same, and they were all about the house. Mu Rong checked the time when the text message was sent and added these people to the blacklist one by one.

Early the next morning, the first thing Mu Rong did when he came to Zhazhipu was to turn on the computer and plan to modify the post to clearly mark the time he could answer the phone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the post was opened, there were already comments underneath.

Hunger and thirsty: Don’t believe that this host is a liar and has a very bad attitude. I really want to see the house. Once the host answers, the call will no longer be available.

Anonymous user: I never believe in any good thing about pie in the sky, recruiting free roommates, and naming only girls, doubting whether the host has any bad intentions.

Aunt Shanyang: I don't know how many of this host has?Is it fifty?Go to bed at 8:10 in the evening?

Anonymous user: I don’t want people to go out at night, and I don’t want to live for free!

Mu Rong moved the mouse, browsed the message below, and pointed the cursor on the delete button.

Just clicked, the phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar foreign number. Mu Rong glanced at the time. It was nine o'clock in the morning, not too soon.

"Hello, hello."

"Hello, are you Ms. Mu?"

A young female voice came from the other end of the phone, her voice was sweet and full of vigor.

"I'm."

"Hello, my name is Sang Yu. I saw an advertisement for your roommates in 88 City. I wonder if you found it?"

Mu Rong was silent for a moment and replied: "I reiterate the requirement of recruiting roommates. You must stay at home after dark. There is no wifi, TV and gas at home. Can you accept such conditions?"

The other end of the phone pondered for a moment, and politely replied, "Then what are the housing conditions?"

Mu Rong raised his eyebrows and replied truthfully: "If you live in one of the houses with Shuangyang structure, I can buy the bed, wardrobe, dressing table and other necessities. You have to buy other things by yourself, but before you move out, You can sell it to me at a discount. The community’s security is very good. The house has hot water throughout the day. Although there is no gas, there is an induction cooker. I can provide the ingredients."

Sang Yu couldn't help laughing as she listened to the quiet voice with a little northeastern accent on the phone.

I am full of curiosity about this "Miss Mu", not only the act of recruiting free roommates, but also her communication method of "putting the ugly words first".

Now many people will say all the good things, or even lie and deceive them, and will selectively ignore the things that are not good for them. This person is good, and he is not afraid to scare people away.

"Miss Sang, can you accept it?"

"No problem, when can I move in?"

"anytime."

"Then today!"

This time it was Mu Rong's turn to be surprised: "Miss Sang, don't you look at the house first?"

"No, I just got off the train and just need a place to live. Is it convenient for Miss Mu?"

"Convenient, you take a taxi to Xinxin's home, and I will wait for you at the gate of the community."

"Okay, see you later."

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