My Death God Roommate

The shock on A Miao's face lasted for a long time, and Hao Jiefang didn't know where he took out a cigarette, and he held it on his mouth, and the cigarette was on its own.

Between swallowing and vomiting, his expression was muddled.

The two were silent for a long time, halfway through the cigarettes, and Hao Jiefang continued: "Mu Rong's biological father, Mu Haijun, is a gambler. He puts a good family loser on the wall. The debt is high, the creditors are pressing, and he desperately wants to sell Mu Rong; and Mu Rong's mother, Tang Jie, has a relatively soft personality. Mu Haijun is like a frog boiled in warm water, step by step, he dare not even say anything."

"What happened later?"

"Later~" Hao Jiefang breathed out a smoke ring and fell into memory.

"Perhaps in the eyes of you living people, Murong's mother is very pitiful and can be forgiven; but whether it is suicide or murder in the underworld, and leaving behind orphans, it is a felony... This incident shocked the underworld, and Murong's The parents were personally escorted to the prefecture by two adults in Niutou Ma Mian."

"Does bull head horse noodles really exist?"

"Of course, bull head horse face, black and white impermanence are real, these four adults are in the Death Academy each division; like me, belongs to the Death Academy Daybu, my husband... Ah, that is my teacher, Directly under the boss; Seventh Master Xie Bi'an; Mu Rong is a night club student, under the control of Eighth Master Fan Wushou."

After speaking, Hao Jiefang held his fist and bowed his respects.

"Then I... why have I never seen it before?"

A strange smile flashed on Hao Jiefang's face: "Do you think you can see the seven masters if you want to meet? If you want to see them, it depends on whether you are qualified!"

"What, what do you mean?"

Ah Miao had completely relaxed his vigilance at this time, listening to Hao Jiefang's narration, it was as if he had entered a world of mythology and became addicted.

Hao Jiefang threw away the cigarette butt and sat down on Murong’s desk and continued: “If the seven masters and eight masters come together to pick up a person, there must be great merit before this life, do great good, do great deeds, and benefit the people of Li people. Whoever dies, happens to see these two masters, it can be regarded as his great fortune, the souls received by them will be thrown into life in the next life, and will be rich and noble."

"On the other hand, Niutou Ma Mian, Niutou Abang, Ma Mian Ming Wang, if you hook someone, this person will definitely go to hell and suffer thousands of years of suffering, and he will be a beast in the next life."

"Ah! That Murong's mother..."

Hao Jiefang sighed and nodded.

In the paper shop, he fell silent again, and Hao Jiefang stared at the stand-in female ghost standing in the corner in a daze.

After a while, she said again: "Mu Rong became an orphan and was adopted by the Shanyang City Welfare Institute. When she was ten years old, she dreamed that her mother was suffering in hell. There is no answer, Mu Rong's mother, who had fallen into hell at that time, was not qualified to give her family a dream, but Mu Rong felt it; she was also a child with an idea, and she secretly drank disinfectant water from the orphanage and committed suicide."

"what?!"

"I happened to hook her."

"Then... how did Mu Rong come back from death?"

Hao Jiefang smiled and jumped off the desk: "It's getting late, I'm going back. If you are really curious, why not ask Mu Rong?"

Ah Miao shuddered, and she was still a little afraid of Mu Rong in her heart. It was a very strange feeling. It was both deeply attracted and a little afraid.

Hao Jiefang's face was clear: "Go back early, you are a soul without roots. If you can follow Mu Rong, you are considered good luck."

After speaking, he pinched a magic trick and disappeared in place.

Ah Miao wandered back to Xinxin's home No. 403, remembering what Hao Jiefang told her today, and it was tickling.

"Sang Yu~Sang Yu~~!"

"Hmm~"

"Sang Yu, wake up, I have something to tell you."

...

After Mu Rong finished her work, she floated home and saw that Sang Yu woke up early in the morning, sitting on the sofa, fiddling with her mobile phone, while A Miao was sitting next to Sang Yu, she raised her eyebrows: "You Stay away from the living, and don't disturb their aura."

"Yes, Lord Murong~" A Miao immediately distanced herself from Sang Yu.

And Sang Yu, who was playing with the phone, seemed to see something interesting and smiled at the phone screen.

Mu Rong couldn't help but glanced twice, then floated back to his room.

Sang Yu took away the phone, and the screen showed a weather forecast for Sacheon...

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Murong came out of the room, and Sang Yu had already prepared breakfast.

Looking at Murong who was stunned by the door, Sang Yu smiled and said: "Get up, wash and eat."

Mu Rong opened his mouth, but under Sang Yu's watery gaze, he obediently washed away.

Looking at Mu Rong's back, Sang Yu's eyes flashed with distress.

Ah Miao talked to her yesterday.

Sang Yu had never encountered such a situation, and it was even more impossible to say something to comfort him. What she could do for Mu Rong was perhaps just to cook some delicious meals or provide a little insignificant company when the two were still roommates.

The two sat opposite each other, Sang Yu took a poached egg and put it in Murong's bowl: "Do you have any foods that you should not eat?"

"No."

"What do you like to eat?"

"No."

"Then what you don't like to eat?"

"Fatty and coriander."

"Oh, remember."

"Actually, you don't have to be so troublesome. I paid the money in a shop early, and I just go there to eat every day, and I'm on the way."

"It's getting colder and colder now. I feel sick to my stomach after eating cold things. Besides, I have to eat. It's rare that we both have almost the same work and rest time, and there is no trouble."

"Do whatever you want."

"Murong?"

"Ok."

"I'm a little bored at home during the day by myself. I don't know if I can visit your store?"

"...Zha paper shop."

"I know~ OK?"

"Row."

A Miao, who has been floating by her side, trembled with a smile, pressing her waist, pointing to Sang Yu and said, "Sang Yu, do you see? When Mu Rong just said "Zhazhipu", he used the kind of eyes that cared for the mentally retarded. Looking at you, she must think you are abnormal, you are done, you are now a strange girl in Murong's heart, hahahahaha..."

Sang Yuqiao blushed and glanced at Mu Rong secretly. Seeing that the other party's expression was still faint, she didn't seem to dislike it as Miao said, so she was relieved.

After breakfast, the two went out together. Because of Sang Yu's participation, Mu Rong couldn't ride his bike anymore, pushing his bicycle and walking side by side with Sang Yu.

Mu Rong has always said few words, even if there is one more person beside her, she doesn't think there is anything to say.

And Sang Yu had a lot to say to Mu Rong, but when he thought of Mu Rong's cold personality, and what A Miao said just now... she had to stay silent.

However, the road was not quiet, Ah Miao hung on Mu Rong's body and sang loudly, with a song "Don't be Fear or Fear", accompanied all the way.

The iron door curtain rolled up, and a yin wind blew out of the paper shop. Sang Yu saw that many souls were stealing incense candles. After seeing Mu Rong, he ran away eagerly.

Seeing this, Ameiao jumped off Mu Rong like a loyal dog, pointed at the back of the stealer and shouted, "If you come to steal again in the future, I will tell Master Mu Rong and let her take it. you guys!"

"Sit down." Mu Rong poured a glass of water to Sang Yu, and then got busy on his own.

"Is anyone here?"

A young man walked in, with green stubble on his chin, deep dark circles, red bloodshot eyes, thin and haggard, as if he would fall down at any time.

"Mr. Amin?"

The young man called "Aming" looked at Sang Yu for a while, and suddenly said, "Miss Sang?"

"It's me, what do you need to buy?"

"Aren't you here to travel? Why are you here?"

"Ah, I'm just curious to come over and take a look, and help by the way..."

"help?"

"Ok."

"Sang Yu, this person's fortune is so low. There is a funeral home in front of him. He is not afraid of bumping into something." A Miao said, floating around "Mr. A Ming."

Sang Yu's heart tightened and looked at the female ghost in the corner. Seeing that there was no response from the other party, she was a little relieved. He came to Mu Rong and introduced: "Mu Rong, this Mr. Amin is the owner of 402 opposite. We I've seen it before and said a few words."

Mu Rong nodded, and Sang Yu stepped aside.

"Hello sir, can I help you?"

A Ming took a sudden step forward, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then hesitantly stopped, tightening the things in his arms with a hesitation on his face.

"Are you the boss?"

"Correct."

After getting an affirmative answer, A Ming got mad and jumped to the front of Mu Rong. He took out a mahogany box from his arms and held it tremblingly: "Help her, help her, please!"

Mu Rong calmly looked at the box, did not answer, and asked coldly, "What is this?"

"Sangyu, there is something in the box!" A Miao prompted.

"Mr. Amin, why don't you open the box?"

"Oh oh, good."

Aming opened the box with trembling hands, and with a "click", music came from the box, which turned out to be a music box.

The tune is very unfamiliar, Sang Yu has never heard it before, Ding Ding Dong Dong, smooth and melodious, it sounds very comfortable.

Just when Sang Yu was immersed in the music unknowingly, Mu Rong's cold voice sounded: "Sorry sir, here is a paper shop, and we can't fix this thing."

A trace of despair flashed in Amin's eyes, and he asked without giving up, "Can't you hear?"

Mu Rong shook his head.

Sang Yu and A Miao looked at each other in amazement, a chill came out from the back.

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