My Death God Roommate

After Ah Miao left, Sang Yu stayed alone in the living room and suddenly felt a bit of chill. She ran to the door of Mu Rong's room, slid against the wall, and slid down on the ground, curling her legs together.

But the brain has been flashing through the shadow in the mirror uncontrollably-the woman with Tang Zhuang painted.

Sang Yu held his arm tightly: "Mu Rong..."

At this moment, her only sense of security was behind her: Mu Rong's room.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a burst of music in the quiet living room!

Ding-ding-dong-dong, soothing and melodious, it has reached a certain mysterious fit with the frequency of the heartbeat. Every note strikes the heart trembling, which is the sound of Amin's music box.

"Ah!" Sang Yu screamed, tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes.

She closed her eyes, covered her ears with one hand, and touched the doorknob with the other.

The music moved closer and closer, as if three-dimensionally surrounding her ears.

"Mu Rong, save me!"

Sang Yu was so scared that he was so scared that he shouted out the name in his heart, the mysterious roommate who could walk in the yin and yang realms even though he had known each other for a long time.

What is unexpected is that the music actually stopped.

Sang Yu did not dare to open his eyes, but other sense organs became extremely sensitive.

She could clearly hear her messy gasping and rapid heartbeat.

The pores all over his body also exploded, detecting the danger around him.

"Save, save..."

An angry voice came directly into Sang Yu's mind.

Sang Yu screamed again, and after a while, nothing more terrible happened, and then he resisted the fear in his heart and opened his eyes.

A pair of women's feet came into view.

Snow-white cloth socks, exquisite clogs, red skirt, printed with white floral dots.

"save……"

The woman's voice was like an old gramophone, ethereal and weak.

As her eyes moved upward, Sang Yu's heartbeat became faster and faster, and her emotions were on the verge of collapse. When she saw the woman's face, she felt her heartbeat stop for a few seconds.

The whole face is covered with thick powder, the color is like wall skin; the cheekbones are red the size of two coins, only two black dots remain on the eyebrows, and the red lips are the size of a thumb.

The woman looked at Sang Yu with a weird smile on her face. The little red lips seemed to be torn apart at any time, turning into an inverted, shark-like sharp fangs, swallowing Sang Yu in one mouthful. .

In the eyes of the woman, there is inevitable sadness, two diametrically opposite emotions, and there is a face; like a puppet manipulated by people, but also like a demon with two sides, violations and distortions are intertwined. The intuitive terror shocked Sang Yu's nerves.

At this time, if you can faint, it may be a blessing.

However, Sang Yu is very energetic.

Even though he was on the verge of collapse, there was no sign of losing consciousness, and he was scared to death, but he still stared at each other unblinkingly.

Suddenly, the female ghost shed two lines of blood and tears, and two blood stains were drawn on the snow-white face, which was shocking.

"Amin."

Leaving these two words, they disappeared.

...

"Wow...what do you do, where are you Sang Yu? I shouldn't leave you alone at home. If anything happens to you, I won't live!"

Sangyu couldn't be found inside and out. A Miao sat on the ground and cried. Although the ghost had no tears, she still cried decently.

Hao Jiefang smiled and said, "You and that Sang Yu are very close?"

"Of course, we have known each other for more than three years, hiccups."

The cry stopped abruptly, and the leaking Amao looked at Hao Jiefang who was not smiling.

"Hao... Brother Hao."

"No, I'm an old hooligan."

"No, no, Brother Hao, please forgive me, we didn't mean to lie."

Seeing that Hao Jiefang didn't answer, Ah Miao asked in a soft voice, "Could you not tell Master Mu Rong?"

"how?"

"I……"

"Heh, I don't need to take the initiative to mention it. If Murong asks, I won't lie, let's find someone first."

Hao Jiefang opened his palm, and a book appeared in his palm. He opened it casually: "It's called Sang Yu, right?"

"Yes, from Sacheon, 23 years old."

"There is no her name on the dead book. People are still alive, don't worry."

The booklet disappeared, and Hao Jiefang held a piece of green talisman paper and chanted a spell. The talisman paper burned out and turned into several emerald green light spots. After going around the room for a week, he rushed out.

"Keep up."

The light spot drew a circle at the door of 402 and disappeared.

"People are inside."

A Miao rushed into 402, the room was filled with a strong smell of burning paper, Sang Yu was sitting on the sofa, and opposite was sitting on the opposite side of A Ming, who had met at Zhazhishop during the day.

"Sang Yu, you scared me to death!" Sang Yu saw Hao Jiefang who followed and put away the smile on his face.

"Okay, stop acting, I know you can see me."

"Uuuu, sorry Sang Yu, I accidentally said that I missed my mouth, Master Mu Rong couldn't go away, so I invited Brother Hao."

A Ming's bright red eyes never left Sang Yu for a moment, naturally he caught the change in the other's expression.

"What are you looking at?"

"My friend is here."

"Do you really have yin and yang eyes?"

Sang Yu nodded.

"Then why can't you see Ayun?"

"Mr. Aming, there is really nothing in your music box."

"Impossible! Ayun is inside, she has suddenly been unable to speak these few days, she is just sick, she is still there!"

A Ming roared excitedly, his expression a bit sullen.

Hao Jiefang asked: "Miss Sang, can it be convenient to tell me what happened?"

"Today during the day, this Mr. Aming brought the music box to Mu Rong’s store for help. At that time, when the music box was opened, music came out. Both Ami and I heard it, but Mu Rong couldn't hear it. Later... I got out of the body, followed up and looked at it once, and said that there was no problem. When I was washing in the evening, I saw a figure in the mirror, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. After Ameow went out, Mr. Amin suddenly sounded in the living room. The woman in the mirror also appeared with the sound of music in his music box."

A Ming looked at Sang Yu, who was "talking to herself" in the blank space in astonishment, and slumped on the sofa.

"Are you sure you saw her shadow in the mirror?"

"Yes."

"You keep talking."

"The female ghost said three sentences to me in total. The first two sentences were for help, and the third sentence she said "Amin" and then disappeared."

Hao Jiefang squeezed his chin: "Anything else?"

"By the way, the female ghost cried, her tears are red, like blood."

"impossible!"

"No wonder..."

"But Brother Hao, ghosts have no tears."

Hao Jiefang took out a cigarette, smoked it, spit out the smoke ring, and slowly said: "People die as ghosts, and ghosts die as worms. What Miss Sang sees is not a ghost, but a worm."

"Do ghosts die too?"

"Of course, from a ghost to a ghost, it is no longer under the control of the underworld; the ghost is the most tragic existence in the rootless soul, and it is destined to be wiped out. Tears are the most direct way to distinguish ghosts from ghosts. Cloud:'The has tears, the color is like blood.'"

"Then... how do you kill a ghost?" Ah Miao asked.

"There are basically two types: suicide and homicide. Needless to say, suicide. There are also many ways of homicide, but few people will do this. It is a very cruel and irreversible end to let a soul fly into the dust. , Is not tolerated by the way of heaven; so throughout the ages, many capable people and strangers have the ability to kill ghosts, but few people will do so, even if it is a messy ghost or evil ghost, people’s choice is to imprison or supersede. Killing a ghost is greater than the cause and effect of killing a person. This cause and effect will accumulate into a person's destiny, and the entanglement from life to life is endless."

After Hao Jiefang finished speaking, he spread out his palm and appeared a compass with dense symbols on it. Some Sangyu could understand, and some had never seen it.

Holding the compass, he floated around the messy room, and finally returned to the living room, his eyes stopped on the mahogany music box on the coffee table, and his expression was not good.

"Miss Sang, ask him the origin of this music box."

"Mr. Aming, can you tell me the origin of this music box?"

"It was... from my girlfriend."

"What is his girlfriend's name?" The compass in Hao Jiefang's hand turned into a booklet.

"What's your girlfriend's name?"

"...Lin Weiyun."

Hao Jiefang quickly flipped through the booklet in his hand, his face getting worse and worse.

He took out the phone and called Murong.

"It's cleared out, it's not what you thought."

...

"You can do it first, it's not in a hurry, but I want to go back to the underworld immediately."

...

"Well, I'm not completely sure now, it should be."

Sang Yu and Ah Miao could only hear half of the conversation, and they already realized the seriousness of the problem, and they didn't even dare to breathe while sitting on the sidelines.

Suddenly, Hao Jiefang turned his attention to Sang Yu. The latter's heart tightened. He only heard Hao Jiefang say: "Your roommate is still safe for the time being, but you'd better persuade her not to be so nosy."

In Sang Yu's mind, a picture flashed: Mu Rong in a black robe, with a cold expression, with a calm and restrained voice, caring about his own situation.

...

"Ok."

"Yeah, I didn't expect it, more than eighty years..."

After hanging up the phone, Hao Jiefang was silent for a long time, sighed, and said, "Tomorrow, remember to take the initiative to confess to Murong’s itinerary tonight, and tell this Amin to bring this box to the paper shop during the day. So far, you two should stop intervening."

The author has something to say: Don’t be afraid, I am here, this is all fake and deceptive, I made it up, be good~