My Death God Roommate

There was no need for Sang Tong to do anything. After Li Jiaming passed out, the three sticks of incense in the incense burner flashed together, and the ancient painting went out with a "wheeze".

Bao Xiaoxuan hugged Li Jiaming and yelled a few times. Seeing that the person in her arms was bloodless, her anger seemed to be floating, her heart palpitated, and she passed out.

Aunt Zhang, who was picking beans in the living room, heard Bao Xiaoxuan’s shout and rushed in.

Looking at the mess in a room and the two people who fell on the ground, they shouted: "Ah!!! Xiaoxuan, Jiaming, what's wrong with you?!"

"What are you doing? You are... to burn the painting left by Mr. Bao? You..."

The attention of several people was attracted by Aunt Zhang, and the painting demon attached to Bao Xiaoxuan took the opportunity to fly back to the ancient painting.

Mu Rong raised the spirit stick and wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Hao Jiefang.

"what are you doing?"

"This painting demon has detained a few strands of their souls. If you go down with this stick, Li Jiaming will be helpless!"

Mu Rong put down his soul stick, and was afraid after a while, but fortunately Hao Jiefang stopped her.

Otherwise, the two lives will be accounted for in her hands, and then she will not know how God will punish her.

Aunt Zhang saw the two people on the ground who couldn't wake up. She crawled and ran away from the study and took out her mobile phone: "Hey, Yao Yaoling? Come on, there are people here who are murdering people, killing people, killing people! Address Yes……"

Sang Yu held Bao Xiaoxuan in her arms: "Sister Tongtong, what should I do?"

Sang Tong squatted down, squeezing a wrist with both hands, diagnosed for a moment, and his expression sank: "Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming have been detained a few strands of their souls."

She pulled the scroll aside, and a woman with classical beauty came into view: a pair of apricot eyes were shy and pretty, a little cherry lipstick was a little red, she was wearing a simple bun, wearing a coarse cloth skirt, and she was in a bamboo forest. In the depths of the bamboo forest, a thatched house was vaguely seen.

It is almost the same as the pattern behind Bao Xiaoxuan. The only difference is that there is an extra stone that looks like a tombstone beside the woman. There are two human faces with closed eyes on the stone. A closer look reveals that it is Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming.

Sang Tong was anxious, clenched the peach wood sword, and shouted: "Boldly draw a monster, dare to force the soul, and release the soul quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

When the voice fell, the woman on the picture scroll actually moved. She blinked her eyes first, and glanced over everyone present, and then Zhu lips lightly opened, and said one by one: "I never thought of harming people. My thousand years of cultivation has destroyed my soul."

Sang Tong smiled in anger: "You possess the human body, nourish yourself with your essence and blood, and you have practiced the evil ways of inhaling yang. I wait for the cultivators to be punishable by everyone."

The woman in the picture scrolled first, and she couldn't argue with Sang Tong. A trace of sullenness flashed across her face and she simply closed her eyes.

A pair of attitude: "I have detained people, how can you help me".

There was a noise in the living room, and then the door of the study was knocked open, and a group of real guns and live ammunition rushed in.

"All raise their hands, hold their heads in both hands, and stand facing the wall."

"This is...? In broad daylight, openly engaging in feudal superstition activities in other people's homes!"

"Comrade Yao Yaoling, that's them, the daughter and son-in-law of my proprietor lying on the ground. The things in the study are very valuable. Please be careful when you work."

Su Sifang put his hands together, walked silently to the wall and stood still, looking like "without his hands".

Sang Yu also stepped forward, preparing to stand by the wall, Sang Tong caught a glimpse of it, and the painting demon actually closed his eyes and smiled. He suddenly became angry and put his hand into his pocket.

The demon spirits raised their weapons one after another at Sang Tong: "Don't move!"

Sang Yu's scared Hua Rong turned pale, and shouted, "Sister Tongtong!"

Sang Tong gave a relieved smile: "What's the matter? Can't I call my lawyer?"

He shook the phone while holding it.

The leader of the team has been in politics for many years, although the title is not high, the ability to observe words, look at people and things is first-class.

When he received the call, the location turned out to be a residential area where the powers and dignitaries gathered in Shanyang City, and he was happy: His chance is here!

However, he found that things seemed not as simple as he thought. The woman in front of her showed a special temperament in her gestures.

It is a feeling of getting into politics and standing at the high end.

From the time they rushed in, the woman hadn't seen a trace of panic, and even a trace of contempt when she looked at them.

Experience told him: Such people often have a deep background.

He blocked the policeman who wanted to step forward and arrest someone: "Give you three minutes."

Sang Tong glanced at Sang Yu, took the phone and walked to the entrance of the study: "Borrowed."

A young policeman shouted: "You are a criminal suspect now. It's better to be honest. You can also fight when you call back to the bureau."

Sang Tong looked at the leader: "If you are afraid that I will take the opportunity to escape, why don't you ask this police officer to accompany me to make a call?"

When the two arrived on the balcony, Sang Tong dialed the internal telephone number of the Special Events Administration: "I'm Sang Tong..."

Sang Tong said a few words and hung up the phone.

Five minutes later, the leader's cell phone rang.

When I hung up the phone, the other party's attitude changed 180 degrees, and he said with a smile: "A misunderstanding, I hope you can understand our work. If the masses call the police, we must send the police."

"Understand, of course I understand."

"That's good. I'll take the team back. Don't worry about the next thing. We must handle it properly."

"Thank you, yes!"

"Hey, you say?"

"The end of science is theology, understand?"

Yao Yaoling left, and at the same time took away Aunt Zhang.

In short, before Sang Tong settled this matter, no one would return to this house.

The ancient paintings were hung on the wall, and there was an offering table in front of them. Under the offering table, Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming lay side by side, facing the ancient paintings on top.

"In a while, I want the primordial spirit to come out of the orifice and enter this world in the painting, kill the painting monster, rescue Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming, and Su Sifang will protect me.

"Sister Tong, let me go. This painting has undergone thousands of years of evolution and has become a world of its own. Everything in it is controlled by the painting demon. She can even control the flow of time in the painting, and many blessings cannot follow you. Entering the painting, you are an ordinary person inside, and the demon painting is the'god'. A little carelessness can damage the cultivation base and damage the soul; if it is more serious, you will fall into the world in the painting forever. I can't get out either."

Sang Tong chuckled softly: "Oh, haven't you always insisted on the equality of all beings? I'm going to save people now, why did I change my mouth again?"

"It's not that I changed my mind, it's better to go."

"No, since I took this matter, I have to deal with it to the end. I didn't know the existence of the painting demon before. In front of me, Sang Tong, there is no room for any monsters and ghosts to be presumptuous."

"Sister Tongtong, don't!"

Sang Yu threw herself into Sang Tong's arms, her body trembling slightly, her hands tightly around Sang Tong's waist: "I'm afraid, don't go, can we think of other ways?"

Sang Tong encircled Sang Yu, her expression flashed loosely, but quickly recovered, she touched Sang Yu's head affectionately, and said softly: "Yu baby is obedient, my sister is going to save people, after today The night is forty-four days. If the painting demon is not dealt with by the forty-ninth day, Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming will never wake up again. As you can see, they may die or become vegetative for a lifetime. Lying on the bed, you are so kind, can you bear to watch two such young people become like this?"

"but……"

"Hey, believe my sister, I will definitely come back. I'm a mere demon, I haven't put my eyes on it! Besides, sister has to heal your eyes, so that you can live the life you dream of, the happiest life. , Remember? We made an appointment when we were young."

Sang Yu's eyes were hot, tears overflowed, and she tugged Sang Tong's clothes, silently weeping.

She didn't want Sang Tong to go, she could no longer bear the pain of losing a loved one.

But she also felt that what Sang Tong said was reasonable, two lives were in front of her, and no one could be cruel.

The two thoughts collided in her heart, and it was difficult to tell the winner. She could only hold Sang Tong's clothes and not loosen it.

"I'll go."

"Murong, you are crazy!? Are you sick? What does this matter have to do with you? You have done your best!"

Mu Rong ignored Hao Jiefang and said again: "You stay, let me try."

Sang Tong looked at Mu Rong unexpectedly and shook his head: "This is my business."

After finishing speaking, he broke Sang Yu's hand resolutely and said to Su Sifang: "Later, I will have a butter lamp on the top of my head. If the lamp goes out, it means I am trapped in the painting and cannot get out of the world. , Don’t do unnecessary rescues, and immediately burn this painting. I, Sangtong, will never be intimidated by the demon, let alone become a slave to the demon."

"Sister Tong, why are you doing this?"

"Heh, Kuang Fuzheng Dao, I still have the courage to sacrifice one's life and become a benevolence."

Make preparations, Sang Tong Yuanshen came out of his body and wanted to enter the painting.

Su Sifang stood in front of the painting: "Sister Tong, let me say a few more words."

"You said."

"After entering the world in the painting, everything you see may be a demonized painting. You must be careful."

"I know."

"Amitabha."

Sang Tong walked into the painting, but Mu Rong stared at the ancient painting in a daze.

Just after hearing Sang Tong's words, in Mu Rong's heart: In addition to shock and admiration, there was also a strange feeling.

She felt like she was left empty, as if she had forgotten an important thing, and lost something very important.

The author has something to say: Because of the chapters in the painting, the author feels good about himself and likes it very much.

After thinking about it, I decided to write everything.

In this case, the story of "Drawing Demon" will be a little bit longer, okay~?