My Death God Roommate

"Fuck! Isn't this sucking in Yang Qi!?"

Mu Rong blocked Hao Jiefang's mouth and dragged him back a long way.

"Do you know what it is?"

Hao Jiefang looked excited: "I don't know what exactly it is, but this thing hasn't appeared in years."

"Does the soul stick work for her?"

Hao Jiefang shook his head: "I'm afraid that it won't work. We are just "bad guys" who have been under yin. The soul stick is in our hands, and we can't exert all our power, or she might be eaten by her."

"Then don't be stunned and wait for someone to take her."

"Others? You said that bad Taoist priest?"

"Well, she took this matter after all."

Hao Jiefang wanted to say something, but under Mu Rong's deep gaze, he closed his mouth.

The two returned to peek outside Bao Xiaoxuan's window again.

The woman in ancient costume floating on Li Jiaming was sobbing, suddenly a golden light emerged from under Li Jiaming's pillow, protecting his spiritual platform.

Mu Rong's heart moved: The talisman seems to be effective.

But the good times didn't last long, the woman hesitated for a while, and didn't know what means she used, and actually controlled Li Jiaming to move.

Mu Rong held his breath and looked at Li Jiaming intently.

I saw that he closed his eyes and sat up straight, yes, just straight.

Except for the upper body, no part of the body moved, let alone support, and he sat up straight like that.

Then Li Jiaming moved it manually, grabbed his pillow and threw it on the ground, revealing the talisman paper under the pillow.

The woman manipulated Li Jiaming's hand, and fiercely tore the talisman paper left by Mu Rong.

After doing this, the woman let Li Jiaming lie down and continue to absorb his yang energy.

It lasted about two hours before the woman let Li Jiaming go and returned to Bao Xiaoxuan's body.

"Let's go."

Mu Rong and Hao Jiefang went to Shanyang Central Hospital and sent away the last soul tonight.

"I'm trying to get Su Sifang to resolve this matter, are you still coming?"

"Of course! After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to be refined. I have not seen this thing for many years. You must see it!"

"Then you go to the shop tomorrow, I will find a way to guide them to deal with it."

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

"Hao Jiefang."

"What are you doing?"

"What are the reasons why the human soul is unstable?"

"Generally speaking, this person's physique is very weak, or his character is too light to carry the weight of the soul, which will cause this situation... Why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing, I'm leaving now."

Hao Jiefang didn't move. He stared at Mu Rong until his back disappeared into the night.

The next morning, doors 402 and 403 opened almost simultaneously.

Sang Yu wore a refreshing white dress, but carried a large canvas bag that did not match the skirt style. She saw Mu Rong and smiled sweetly: "Good morning."

"early."

"have you eaten yet?"

"not yet."

"It just so happened. I didn't eat either. Let's go to the store together."

"it is good."

Mu Rong turned to look at Sang Tong: "Won't Master Xiaofang go with him?"

"Why should she be together?"

Seeing that Sang Tong's attitude was so determined, Mu Rong couldn't say much, and walked ahead.

Entering the shop, as soon as Mu Rong took his seat, Sang Yu came to her table with a canvas bag.

Like a conjure, I took out two insulated buckets from my bag...

Fried eggs, ham, side dishes, boiled corn, porridge, and steamed buns are all placed on the table in even numbers.

After all, living together, these things in front of me are definitely not something that Sang Yu can eat alone.

Thinking of this, Murong's mood was a little complicated. He glanced at Sang Yu who was setting up the tableware, then quickly looked away, and finally fixed his gaze on the rich breakfast.

Sang Yu handed the chopsticks to Mu Rong: "Here."

Seeing Mu Rong hesitated, he hurriedly added: "Brand new!"

Mu Rong took the chopsticks without looking at Sang Yu: "Don't you eat your sister?"

"She and Master Xiaofang have eaten, and I, I got up late and brought it over to eat."

The breakfast was very quiet, split between two people, just right.

Mu Rong put down his chopsticks, and Sang Yu got up to tidy up the dishes and wanted to help, but Sang Yu declined.

She saw Sang Tong's displeased gaze, looked at Sang Yu's back, and suddenly remembered the scene on the balcony on New Year's Eve.

"Sang Yu has a hard life. She has been fostered in my family since she was a child. My mother has a harsh and mean character. My dad is raking his ears. In the six years I have been away from home, I don’t have to think about what kind of life Sang Yu has lived. I hope she In the future, find a good person who knows cold and hot, kind and considerate, it doesn’t matter if she is a man or a woman, as long as she likes it, I want her to live an ordinary life, and you... I don’t want anything between you two involve."

In her heart, for the first time there was an emotion that even she didn't understand.

Mu Rong couldn't help frowning, trying to figure out what it felt like.

why?

Why does this feeling make her sad?

In sight, a transparent box appeared with a pair of chopsticks and matching spoons inside: "Let's put this tableware in the store. I think the shop on the road has been replaced by a hardware store earlier, and the funeral center is further ahead. And it's not going in the way, in the future..."

"No need."

Sang Yu was stunned in the same place, wondering why Mu Rong's tone was suddenly so cold, and it was all right just now.

She looked at Mu Rong and found her expression and eyes were cold.

Such Mu Rong gave Sang Yu an illusion, as if everything had gone back to the original point, back to the day they first met.

Mu Rong looked at the hand that was holding the cutlery box, stiff in the air, neither entering nor retreating.

"You take it back, I have cutlery here, thank you."

"……it is good."

Sang Tong kept looking coldly, dissatisfied with Mu Rong's attitude and agreed with her handling.

A silver-gray sports car stopped in the yard. Bao Xiaoxuan rushed into Mu Rong's paper shop, followed by a tired Li Jiaming.

"Master! It's not good, something happened!"

The arrival of Bao Xiaoxuan eased the awkward atmosphere in the shop. Sang Yu took the opportunity to retract the tableware and sat on the sofa by Sang Tong.

Mu Rong was not surprised, she glanced at Li Jiaming, her face was pale, and a faint cyan glow appeared under her eyes.

"Hello, Miss Bao, I'm just an assistant. If you have anything to do, go over there. I only sell paper products."

When Bao Xiaoxuan heard this, she was anxious to cry. She stood at Mu Rong's desk and refused to leave. She turned her head and said, "Master Sang, please come over, please! Please!"

Sang Tong also saw that Li Jiaming's expression was gloomy. Compared to yesterday, he was totally different, so he got up and went to Bao Xiaoxuan's side: "What's wrong."

"Jia Ming, give me the bag!"

Bao Xiaoxuan opened the bag, took out a pillow from it, and shook out the torn talisman paper: "Two masters, please take a closer look, are my pillows refined?"

Mu couldn't help but hooked the corner of her mouth. Bao Xiaoxuan continued: "This morning, Jia Ming couldn't get out of bed. He was very weak. The pillow fell on the ground on my side, and the talisman left by Master Mu was torn apart. He had the dream again, and the vixen became more ferocious. He pestered our family for the whole night. How did the pillow fall and how the talisman paper broke? I don’t have any impression. Let’s see, has the pillow become fine? If it doesn’t work, we’ll sell the house. In the afternoon, I will take Jiaming to the hospital for an infusion and go to the temple to hide in the evening!”

"Give me your hand, left hand!"

Sang Tong caught Li Jiaming's pulse, his expression increasingly ugly: How could this be?Li Jiaming's Yang Qi is about to be sucked up!

"Miss Xiaoxuan, how long did you say yesterday that he had this dream?"

"Forty-two days, including forty-three days last night!"

Seeing Sang Tong’s serious expression, Bao Xiaoxuan’s tears fell down: "Master Sang, or I will send Jiaming to the temple for a few days, is it useful?"

Sang Tong looked at Mu Rong, who shrugged: "I think it's better to find Master Xiaofang."

Sang Tong took out the tears of the bull's eyes, tapped two drops in his eyes, looked at the two people back and forth several times, and finally could only call Su Sifang.

Looking at Li Jiaming's complexion, if he doesn't solve it, he may not survive for the forty-ninth day.

Although she is blessed by the fortune of the country and will not invade all laws; but this is a human life after all. Since she has participated, even if she can't solve it, she can't just watch others die.

Sang Yu asked them to rest on the sofa, handed the paper to Bao Xiaoxuan, and made a cup of tea for Li Jiaming.

Twelve minutes later, Su Sifang came.

Bao Xiaoxuan saw Su Sifang as if he saw a savior: "Master, Master, what's wrong with my boyfriend?"

Su Sifang didn't ask the reason, and said: "Amitabha ~ female donor, the problem is with you."

"I?"

At this time, Hao Jiefang came and shouted: "Oh, it's lively~"

Sang Yu quietly told Mu Rong the news, and Mu Rong walked to Sang Tong and said in a low voice, "Can I borrow two drops of Bull's Tears?"

Mu Rong shed two tears, but did not see Hao Jiefang, she returned the bottle to Sang Tong and walked to the warehouse.

After a while, the black robe Mu Rong floated out.

"Master, please make it clear, what is going on, I beg you!"

"I'm afraid there is some inconvenience here..."

"Go to my house!"

After closing the shop, Bao Xiaoxuan drove Sang Tong, Li Jiaming, Su Sifang and Sang Yu in another car, following behind.

Mu Rong and Hao Jiefang stood on Bao Xiaoxuan's car with soul sticks in their hands, to prevent the "monster" on Bao Xiaoxuan from escaping.

"Master Sang, isn't Master Mu coming?"

Sang Tong smiled without saying a word.

When he arrived at Bao Xiaoxuan's bedroom, Su Sifang closed the curtains: "Female donor, please undress."

Li Jiaming was embarrassed: "Master..."

Sang Tong replied: "Don't worry, she's a female, but..." He said, he glanced at Hao Jiefang.

Bao Xiaoxuan relaxed a little now, and asked, "Are you all taking off?"

"No, just take off your shirt."

Mu Rong pushed Hao Jiefang out, and Bao Xiaoxuan took off her jacket, her hands around her chest: "Alright?"

"Please turn around the female donor."

Behind Bao Xiaoxuan is a tattoo all over her back!

The tattoo is a beautiful woman, with affectionate eyes and a smile on her lips. The tattooed person's skills are exquisite, and the woman on the back is like a living!

"this is!"

The author has something to say: Unexpectedly?The tattoos on Bao Xiaoxuan's back are amazing. See the next chapter.