My Death God Roommate

Sang Tong's cell phone rang, and the screen displayed: No number.

She quickly switched to silent mode, walked quickly to the balcony, and connected to the phone.

On the other end of the phone there was a roar of broken voice: "Sang Tong, have you used the information department of the bureau? How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to infringe the privacy of citizens with private rights! Don’t forget, the bureau sends you The mission to the northeast! Our bureau is an absolutely confidential department, out of the basket, let's see how I clean up you!"

Sang Tong quietly listened to the roar on the other end of the phone, pondered for a moment, as if he was weighing it, and finally slowly uttered four words: "Thinking power."

The roar on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and there was a long silence before speaking again, and the decibels returned to normal.

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"It's a bit complicated, she has something to do with the following."

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"Well, I took a trip to Luoyin today, but it didn't work."

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"I'm relieved with your words, the director."

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"I will try to restrain myself."

"Hang up first."

Sang Tong saw that Mu Rong floated back and hung up the phone.

Mu Rong also saw Sang Tong on the balcony. The two looked at each other and Sang Tong turned back to the room.

In this way, for three months.

There are ten days left in the Lunar New Year.

The plaster on Sang Tong's leg was removed, and Mu Rong's eyes were bright again.

Jiajia Shopping Mall reopened, and according to Sang Tong's instructions, moved the waterfall and fish pond on the square to the lobby on the first floor, and the performance gradually improved.

The sound of high-heeled shoes in the bathroom on the sixth floor disappeared, and it was once a clamor: "The Haunted Case in Jiajia Mall". After a wave of rhythms by the public relations team, Manager Sun stepped up to refute the rumors, saying that it was a leak in the bathroom. The water pipe system of the building was completely overhauled, and customers who responded to the situation at that time were given certain rewards. The citizens quickly forgot about this.

Sang Tong received a very substantial reward and bought the opposite 402. Because of the renovation, he temporarily continued to live in Mu Rong's house.

Mu Rong didn't care, just like when Sang Yu came, she didn't change her pace of life because of an extra person in the family.

During the days when her eyes were invisible, she would usually sit on the sofa and fold ingots during the day, and when night fell, she would go out of her body and be her ecstasy.

As for the instigator of the "tada" sound-the female ghost.

Sang Tong couldn't figure it out.

The reason is simple. The female ghost seems to have suffered some kind of soul trauma. Even if she is rescued from the restraint, she will only say one sentence, that is: "Ayu, Ayu..."

Sang Tong exhausted all means, but made no progress.

Such a fierce soul is not good to be carried around all the time, either to break her up, or to bury her in some kind of container, but these are not the best solutions after all. Once someone accidentally breaks the container, I am afraid it will be necessary. Out of trouble.

I couldn't, so I asked Mu Rong for help, but was coldly rejected by the other party: "This female ghost has too much grievance, and her soul consciousness is incomplete. It doesn't belong to the scope of my ecstasy. Love can't help."

After speaking, Mu Rong withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to concentrate on the stack of ingots.

Sang Tong and Mu Rong sat on both ends of the U-shaped sofa, facing each other.

Sang Yu sat between the two, feeling the atmosphere of ice on one side and fire on the other, curled up his legs, put up the drawing board and blocked his face.

After a while, he revealed his eyes again, took a sneak peek at Mu Rong, retracted his gaze, and added a few details.

The sketch on the drawing board is basically formed, and it is Mu Rong who painted it.

The meticulous ponytail, the elegant and straight waist, the chiseled features, and the deep and waveless eyes.

The sun shines on her, but it can't melt the coldness of her face.

Sang Yu looked at Mu Rong on the painting, and couldn't help but stretch out his finger to touch the thin lips.

Mu Rong reached out to take the water cup on the coffee table, Sang Yu closed the drawing board with a "slap", flicked the slippers, and returned to the room holding the drawing board.

Crouching in front of the cabinet, in the bottom drawer, there is a thick stack of sketches, each of which is Mu Rong.

She put the newly painted picture in it, and then used the drawing board to press all the pictures underneath.

Sang Yu held some red cheeks, and secretly said: If you are too down to eat in the future, it is better to live by drawing comics. The first work is called "My Roommate of Death".

Of course the protagonist is Mu Rong~ but I am afraid that she has to change her appearance~

Heroine...

Uh, uh...

Sang Yu closed the drawer, threw herself on the bed, and buried her face.

In the living room, the more Sang Tong looked at Mu Rong's expressionless face, the more angry he became; he grabbed the phone and dialed a number.

After more than a dozen sounds, the other party answered.

"Su Sifang, where have you been?"

"It's almost here, don't worry."

"I called you three and a half months ago, and you told me that you will leave tomorrow. It has been three and a half months now. Thanks to it's not urgent, otherwise I will get cold!"

"Be safe and restless, it's almost time."

"Su Sifang, can you tell me how you got here?"

"walk."

"????Can you say that again?"

"walk."

"From the west?"

"Correct."

"Go to the northeast?"

"Correct."

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"Can I see you this year?"

"I'm afraid I can't. It will take a while."

"Where are you now?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and a faint voice asking for directions could be heard: "Excuse me, the donor, where is this?"

Sang Tong:????

"It's almost out of Ohara."

Sang Tong closed his eyes and moved his lips. He took several deep breaths and replied, "You stand still and don't move. I'll let someone pick you up, OK?"

"No, this is my practice."

Sang Tong roared: "I have something urgent now!"

For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on Sang Tong, and even Sang Yu who hid in the room opened the door.

Sang Tong held his chest with one hand and breathed in the fresh air. The other party seemed to feel Sang Tong's anger and did not refuse.

"where are you?"

"The donor said just now that he is about to leave Ohara."

"What's next to you!"

"A side bench."

"... Look up!"

"A cloud."

Sang Tong threw the phone on the sofa and held the seal: "Grandpa Master, please forgive me."

Then he grabbed the phone and yelled: "Are you from Kazakhstan? Look at the signs! There are signs and buildings! Which one called you to see the scenery? My day, do you know that labor and management have no mana for three days when they say bad words? You're dragging your feet, you're going to anger your labor and capital! If my mana is lost, what happens in three days, I will blow your dog up!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and he replied in a low voice, "Sister Tong, can you speak Mandarin?"

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Sang Tong hung up the phone and walked to the balcony to make another phone call. The next day, the legendary Su Si arrived.

Su Sifang is a closed disciple of the major tantric Buddhism school and the only female disciple.

It is said that the last time the Tantric Buddhism made an exception to accept female disciples was a hundred years ago.

This great master was an old friend of Master Sang Tong, so she and Su Sifang met in this way.

Su Sifang is not very old, the same age as Sang Yu, but since he converted to Buddhism at the age of four, he is much higher than Sang Tong in terms of seniority.

It was also the only person Sang Tong had met among the folks who felt that his magic power was higher than him.

This time she was ordered to perform the task in the northeast, but for some reason she did not lead people from the bureau. The first helper that came to mind was Su Sifang.

Sang Tong got in touch with the big sect far away in Xi Zang before he set off, hoping to ask Su Sifang to help him.

As a result, three and a half months have passed since she had raised her legs, and Su Sifang hasn't arrived yet.

Originally, Sang Tong was patient to wait. After all, the goal of the mission had not surfaced yet, but a female ghost with incomplete soul consciousness appeared on the way, and was coldly rejected by Mu Rong. In a fit of anger, Sang Tong had this breath. Phone.

Sang Tong and Mu Rong explained the reason and wanted to invite Su Sifang to supervise the female ghost. Mu Rong also wanted to see the Tantric Buddhism, so they invited Su Sifang to the house.

Su Sifang was led into the door by Sang Tong, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Behind her is a backpack woven from bamboo strips that can only be seen in TV dramas. She is dressed in an earthy yellow monk robe. There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging around her neck. She is holding a tin stick with eyebrows in her right hand and a side in her left hand. The dark bowl.

She has a tall and thin body with inch-long black hair growing on top of her head.

But the most inconvenient thing is her appearance.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, hanging nose and wide mouth, between the eyebrows with serene kindness, the faint reddish purple on the cheeks, I am afraid that it will be blown out by the cold wind along the way.

A pair of thumb-sized earlobes, quite sensual, like a male look like a girl!

But even so, it makes people feel good when they look at it. Even Mu Rong, who has always been deserted, can't help but look at it more.

And A Miao and Sang Yu even unknowingly put their hands together on their chests, staring at Su Sifang blankly.

Su Sifang entered the door, stood the stick by the door, with one hand on his chest, and bowed to Mu Rong: "Amitabha, the donor, please."

Mu Rong replied with a bow and looked at Su Sifang, secretly startled. Although she had only naked eyes when her real soul was in the body, she felt different from ordinary people when dealing with these things all the year round.

The person in front of her gave her the feeling: It is not an exaggeration to say that she has a Buddha face.

Sang Tong closed the door, dropped two tears in his eyes, took out the bag containing the female ghost, and said to Mu Rong, "Please come out, I have lost all mana in the past two days, and Su Sifang will supervise her for a while. , To avoid going wrong, but also ask you to help."

Mu Rong nodded and returned to the room. After a while, the black robe Mu Rong floated out.

Seeing Su Sifang actually smiled at her, he asked in amazement: "She can see me?"

Sang Tong snorted, although his face was cold, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes: "Su Sifang is a major closed disciple. He has converted since he was a child and has opened his eyes."

The author has something to say: PS, there is a reason why Su Sifang did not issue an account. It will be revealed in the future, but the lay name is used temporarily.