My Death God Roommate

Back in 1601, the female ghost saw Mu Rong's moment, and there was hope in her eyes.

Looking at this look, Murong's heart passed a trace of complexity.

She suddenly felt that everything in this world, including people, is so small and weak.

In fifteen years, although she occasionally had such thoughts, it was the strongest time.

She is just a mere mortal, unable to see the future; she also knows that Hao Jiefang is right.

The drought came to the world, and the terracotta land is thousands of miles away. It may be the best result to exchange the life of a child who has not yet been born in exchange for the "big picture".

But in her heart, there was a very weak voice, hoping that she would do something.

Sang Yu, Su Sifang, and Wu Jiali all focused their eyes on Mu Rong, as if they were waiting for her final "judgment".

"Sang Yu, Su Sifang, please avoid me and let the host and his mother leave this room."

Sang Yu helped Mu Rong repeat it again: "Sir, auntie, can I ask the two of you to leave this room? This lady will be fine soon."

"No, you are sick, if my daughter-in-law has three long and two short..."

Wu Jiali controlled Mo Jin and said, "You go out first."

"young married woman?"

"I am not your daughter-in-law, if you want your daughter-in-law and the child in your stomach to survive, take your mother out!"

"Well, well, if you have something to say, I will burn it for you if you have anything to do with me, what is missing, and I beg you to spare my daughter-in-law."

Sang Yu held the door handle and looked at Mu Rong worriedly: "Be careful."

"Ok."

There are only three people left in the room.

Wu Jiali sat up against Mo Jin's body, her messy black hair draped over her shoulders. After tossing for so long, the pregnant woman's face turned pale.

Wu Jiali held her belly: "How's the discussion? This woman can't stand the toss!"

Mu Rong took a deep breath and said softly: "Come out, I agree with you to give birth to the baby."

The female ghost was overjoyed: "Really?!"

"Really, but you have to promise me that you are not allowed to do harmful things anymore. Once the child is on the ground, no matter what happens, you must not be nostalgic. Go to where you should go immediately. This is also my bottom line."

The female ghost lowered her head and stroked her swollen belly: "Okay, I promise you, but I want you to swear."

Hao Jiefang raised the soul stick: "I warn you, don't go too far!"

The female ghost turned a deaf ear to Hao Jiefang's words and murmured and repeated: "I want you to swear."

"it is good."

Mu Rong held up his fingers and said solemnly: "I, Mu Rong, swear that I will never cross the river to demolish the bridge, otherwise I will not die."

"I believe you……"

After that, the pregnant woman rolled her eyes, her body twitched a few times, and fell softly.

Wearing a red dress, Wu Jiali floated out with her belly that looked seven or eight months old.

Mu Rong threw the soul-locking chain onto Wu Jiali's body: "Follow me first..."

Before he finished speaking, Hao Jiefang rushed forward and pointed the spirit stick at the female ghost's heart.

It looked like the soul stick of a feather duster, as if a sword was pierced into the tofu. Without making a sound, the female ghost was pierced through!

"Hao Jiefang!"

Wu Jiali looked at the soul-smashing stick on her chest with eyes full of consternation. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Mu Rong with a bitter and desperate look: "You...lie to me!"

Hao Jiefang "hehe" smiled: "She promised you, but I didn't promise from the beginning to the end. A ghost is a ghost. What's more, you are a substitute ghost with incomplete soul consciousness?

"what!!"

The female ghost yelled, and the part that was pierced by the soul stick had begun to disappear. She raised one hand to grasp the soul stick and pierced her abdomen with the sharp long nails of the other hand. .

Under the horrified gaze of Hao Jiefang and Mu Rong, with the sound of tearing flesh, they abruptly pulled out the contents of their abdomen...

A ball of fiery red meat, covered with black-red viscous liquid.

After encountering the air, there was a "Zila" sound, and the liquid on the surface of the meat ball was instantly evaporated, and a white smoke and a nauseating smell of blood wafted out.

The heat wave followed, the indoor temperature rose several degrees instantly, and the white ice on the glass faded at an extremely fast speed.

Hao Jiefang was shocked, and pulled the soul wand vigorously, trying to retreat, but the strength of the female ghost came from, and the soul wand did not move!

The female ghost stared affectionately at the "ball of meat" in her hand, her body dissipating faster and faster.

"Child, go." After speaking, the female ghost threw the meat ball out of the window.

With a "bang", the meat ball hit the wall under Mu Rongbu, the wall "convexed" and sparks burst out from time to time.

"Murong, this drought is congenital insufficiency, take advantage of the weather to get rid of it!"

"No!" Seeing that her child could not break through the wall of law, the female ghost cried out in despair.

"Go to hell you!"

Hao Jiefang heavily patted the female ghost on the head, speeding up the opponent's dissipation.

Mu Rong gritted his teeth, and rushed to the side of the meat ball, offering a soul stick, and stabbing the meat ball.

After Hao Jiefang, he rushed to Mu Rong's body and flew out with her, dodge the blood sprayed by the drought.

"Be careful."

"Thank you."

After the meat ball was pierced, there was a burst of heart-piercing cry of the baby, no longer able to fight against the wall of law, and fell like a free fall.

With a "swish", a small figure flashed past and caught the meat ball.

It was the little ghost pill that Sang Tong raised.

It is also strange that Dandan is not afraid of the heat released by the unformed drought, holding the meat ball and throwing it up, as if playing a ball.

Hao Jiefang smiled brilliantly, and raised his palm to invite Mu Rong to high-five with himself: "Come, happy cooperation!"

Mu Rong put away the soul wand, confirming that the drought is dead and the female ghost is gone, so he passed by Hao Jiefang and flew away.

"Hey, Mu Rong, where are you going! Wait for me!"

Dandan looked at Mu Rong's back, with a look of greed in his eyes, until he couldn't see anyone at all, he took his gaze back, smelled the meat ball in his hand, and first licked his tongue.

Feeling that it tasted good, he held up the dead Drought, and ate it...

"Murong, Mu Rong, wait for me!"

Hao Jiefang hurriedly grabbed Murong's shoulder from behind: "Hey, I said, why are you running so fast? This matter is solved perfectly, and you are indispensable!"

"I did not do anything."

"Why didn't you, if you hadn't deceived Wu Jiali sincerely, she wouldn't have come out obediently, and now the mother and child are also saved, and Hanyan and the female ghost are also eliminated, everyone is happy!"

"I didn't want to lie to her."

Hao Jiefang suppressed his smile and said with a serious face: "Don't be silly, this is the best ending."

"I know."

"It's just a little bit uncomfortable in my heart, right?"

Mu Rong nodded, Hao Jiefang dragged Mu Rong to the lightning rod platform of the tallest building in Shanyang City, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, smoked half of it silently, and said softly: "I have your mood too. It's fine to get used to it."

Mu Rong looked up at the sky, using his gaze to outline the shape of white clouds: "Do you still remember your first ecstasy?"

Hao Jiefang breathed out the smoke ring and cast his gaze to the sky as well, remembering for a long time: "I don't remember, I have been dead for too long."

"I remember that it was a 22-year-old boy with leukemia. After I hooked him away, his mother cried and fainted on the spot. The boy saw me while he was still alive, and he begged me hard to let me go again. Give him a little time, but at the time I was thinking of saving my mother as soon as possible. As soon as his time came, I hooked it out."

Hao Jiefang chuckled, and seemed to think this way was "Murong".

"For about a year or two, I have been doing this all the time. Later, my ability gradually improved. I was able to use the talisman to check my mother's sentence. I found that it was really not easy to rescue my mother... Since then, I have a little patience."

"A while ago, I had no edicts and went through the cycle of reincarnation again. Several times I almost got lost on Huangquan Road. After I came back, I couldn't see my body again. This gave me some time to think."

"What did you think about?"

"Life is really bitter, life is bitter, death is bitter, and reincarnation is bitter. Nothing is easy. I thought, what else can I do besides atonement for my mother? It turned out that I couldn't do anything."

"Just like at the beginning, I watched Mu Haijun beat my mother every day, taking away the little money that my mother earned from doing odd jobs and picking up the bottle to gamble, I can't do anything; just like I knew my mother was in the iron There is nothing I can do to surround the mountain and suffer. I can't do anything but ecstasy."

Hao Jiefang patted Murong on the shoulder: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with it. We do not seek merits, but seek no demerits. Life is short, make fewer mistakes, and save your mother earlier. After you die, there is always time to think about these issues."

"……Perhaps."

"Well, it's almost dark, let's go back."

"Where to go?"

"Of course it's your home!"

"What are you going to do at my house?"

"Find out the origin of that kid!"

...

When Hao Jiefang and Mu Rong entered the door, they were eating hot pot at home, and Sang Yu put down his chopsticks and greeted him: "Are you back? Would you like to eat some?"

Mu Rong shook his head: "No need, just let A Miao eat."

Hao Jiefang approached Sang Yu: "Hey? Why doesn't Girl Sang Yu ask me?"

"Ah, Brother Hao, but... how can you eat without a physical body?"

Hao Jiefang said half-jokingly: "You see that Mu Rong is so generous, let A Miao be attached to her, how about you let me be attached to your body and have a hot pot?"

The author has something to say: Today, the little chrysanthemum twitches again, it has been 402, it is good.