My Death God Roommate

A trace of astonishment flashed in Mo Chongxi's eyes. He turned to look at Bao Xiaoxuan, pretending to ask deeply, "Xiaoxuan, did you tell her these things?"

"Uncle Mo, I just learned about your family, and I brought you here right away. The two masters and I haven't known each other for a long time. How could I leak your information?"

Mo Chongxi nodded: "Okay, you have some skills, let me do it."

"I have many kinds of magical instruments. You have to tell me what happened to your house first, so that I can take advantage of the magical instruments."

Mo Chongxi sat down again: "I want you to see my son. My mother suspects that there is something dirty on his body."

"Oh? How to say?"

"During this period of time, the kid was not doing business, he was idle all day long, didn't go to good work, and made me angry every day. Yesterday he was even more frantic and beat me. I went down to the kitchen and took a kitchen knife. , I must hack this little beast."

Sang Tong rolled his eyes secretly. It's this kind of family dispute, but compared to fists, kitchen knives are more dangerous, right?

Mo Chongxi's face was a little embarrassed, and he explained, "Although the kid has never kissed me since he was a child, he is still very afraid of me. He often does naughty things. This is the first time I beat Laozi. My mother He said that his complexion was not very good recently, and he would sleepwalking at night. One night he squatted in front of the refrigerator and ate a dozen raw eggs in one go. After waking up, he had no memory. I have been busy with my work these years. He didn't take care of him. He grew up next to his grandmother. My mother believed this, and asked me to find a husband to show the little bastard."

"Listening to Mr. Mo, some of Linglang's actions are indeed within the scope of my service. Let's talk about the price before we leave."

"How much? Just mention it."

"It is preliminarily determined that Linglang might have hit the dirty stuff. If this is the only problem, since you were brought by Xiaoxuan, I will charge you 20,000, but if other problems are involved, the price will be calculated separately."

"it is good."

"I want cash."

Bao Xiaoxuan smiled and opened her bag, and took out two dozen pink banknotes: "Know Master Sang's rules."

"You kid, wait until Uncle Mo transfers it to you when you get home."

"Ok."

Sang Tong thought for a while, took two suitcases, walked to Mu Rong's table, and asked, "Are you going?"

Mu Rong didn't even look at Sang Tong, who had to leave alone.

When he arrived at Mo Chongxi's house, Sang Tong took out his sunglasses and put on them. This community is very similar to Bao Xiaoxuan's community. There is no feng shui layout or green environment, not even road evil.

Entering the Mo family villa, Mo Chongxi's mother greeted him: "I'm back? Where is the husband I asked you to find?"

"Mom, this Miss Sang is."

Mrs. Mo looked at Sang Tong for a while: "Why are you so young?"

Bao Xiaoxuan slung the old man's arm: "Grandma, don't worry, Master Sang is amazing. She handled the problem for me a few days ago."

"Oh, yes, then please come in."

Sang Tong stared at Mrs. Mo for a while: "Old man, is it convenient to show me your palmistry?"

"Hey, it's not me, it's my grandson, upstairs."

"Grandma, you can show Master Sang. Most people don't see Master Sang. She must look at your health and look like an old birthday star."

Old Mrs. Mo smiled at Bao Xiaoxuan's eyebrows, and handed Sang Tong her hand.

Sang Tong secretly slandered: Is it still an old birthday star? Whether he can survive this year is still unknown.

Letting go of Mrs. Mo's hand, Sang Tong looked at Mo Chongxi's palm again, and his heart sank: What's the matter with this family?

This morning, as soon as Mo Zhongxi entered the door, Sang Tong felt that his complexion was not very good, but he saw a national emblem on top of his head protecting him, and he was a little relieved.

But even so, Mo Chongxi had a bloody disaster this year. Whether he can escape it depends on good luck.

After arriving at the Mo Family, this old lady Mo's complexion turned out to be worse than her son's, her face was unlucky, and she looked at her palms again, as expected: there was also a disaster of blood and light.

Mo Chongxi is okay, because working in a government department, with the national emblem on her head, she can still block the national emblem. This old lady Mo is afraid that this year will be more fortunate...

"Mr. Mo, where is Linglang?"

"Xiaobao is upstairs, come with me."

Mo Chongxi snorted heavily and sat down on the sofa. Mrs. Mo gave her son a glance and invited Sang Tong to go upstairs.

Sang Tong carefully looked at the layout of the home. Like Bao Xiaoxuan's house, there was no problem at all.

Entering Mo Xiaobao's room, Sang Tong's expression was extremely serious, she took Mo Xiaobao's hand and looked at it, and left the room without saying a word.

"Hey, Master Sang, where are you going?" Bao Xiaoxuan chased it out and saw Sang Tong dial the phone.

"Lian Zi, you and Lin Huan don't leave, I will send you a position and come over immediately."

"Okay, section chief."

After hanging up the phone, Sang Tong pulled Bao Xiaoxuan to the French window: "Tell me the truth, is your Uncle Mo a good official?"

Bao Xiaoxuan nodded firmly: "Master Sang, don't think that my Uncle Mo lives in a good house. It is all left by his ancestors. Uncle Mo is definitely an upright official. He does practical things for the boss, and he is not bureaucratic. Every generation of children is born with a golden spoon in it, and there is nothing missing, but they have no worries about doing things."

Sang Tong frowned: "That's not right. The three of their family will have a bloody disaster this year. Old Mo Taitian and Mo Xiaobao will probably not live until the end of the year. Your Uncle Mo wears a big brimmed hat with a national emblem on his head. , It can be better, I have never seen such a strange thing."

Bao Xiaoxuan's eyes widened: "What!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's right, but their family of three looks unlucky, their palm prints are surprisingly consistent, and their lifelines are cut off."

"Master Sang, you have to help think about it, three lives!"

Sang Tong sighed, "Isn't this just thinking about it. I suspect that it is not a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. Since it is the wealth of generations, someone in the ancestors must have accumulated great virtues. Now the family wealth has not been exhausted, the fortune should still be there, but three. Everyone has a disaster of blood and light. Did your Uncle Mo offend someone?"

After finishing speaking, Sang Tong also felt a little unsteady: How much hatred is it, the other party wants to destroy the Mo Family?

the other side.

Mu Rong stood in the backyard of the shop, with Su Sifang in front of him.

"Master Xiao Fang came to see me, is there anything wrong?"

"Amitabha, can you listen to the four directions?"

"please say."

"I know you are angry about painting monsters, but I hope you can forgive Senior Sister Tong."

Mu Rong replied coldly: "Different ways, don't seek each other; Sang Tong spares no room for things, has a strong personality, and is inhumane. I..."

"Mu Shizhu, for one thing, Senior Sister Tong has been trapped in the painting world for ten years. She... the dreams created by the painting demon make her very painful after she wakes up. The behaviors she made under painful stress often lack Thinking. Secondly, Mu Shizhu also traveled through the world in the painting. Now you, can't really forgive Senior Sister Tong?"

Su Sifang’s words hit the point, and Mu Rong fell into silence: Yes, she killed her father with her own hands in a dream. She thought she did what she should do, but whether in the painting or after waking up, She would ask herself from time to time: Is Mu Haijun really a person who cannot be transformed?

Su Sifang continued: "Although Senior Sister Tong is a Taoist person, she is also the one who needs the most transformation. Her cultivation base is not under me, but she can't open her eyes for a long time. She can only open the eyes of Yin and Yang with the help of bull's tears. , Because she is too obsessed, she was fascinated by trivial matters, in the final analysis... good luck tricks people. Mu Shizhu, you are a ghost, stepped out of reincarnation, participated in life and death, watched reincarnation, could it be I don’t know, there is causal reincarnation in everything in the underworld. The four parties believe that you have a root of wisdom and great good fortune, just like Li Lu and Li Lin. You can understand the cause and effect of the three worlds with only a few words in the four parties. By the same token, you and Senior Sister Tong, Sifang, Ah Miao, and Sang Yu, living in a vastly different environment, is it just a coincidence that you can get together in one place?"

"Did Master Xiaofang see something?"

Su Sifang shook his head, folded his hands together, and replied in a low voice: "Amitabha Buddha, the so-called authority is a fan. The reason why my master has not given the Dharma title for a long time is because his old man has calculated that the Quartet is still unsolved. The Quartet has stepped into the red dust. Since it is in it, it is naturally impossible to see through it."

"Then Master Xiao Fang wants me to do it?"

"When she loses herself, take a hand, and when she does something harsh, persuade her."

"I know."

"Amitabha, thank you Mu benefactor, Quartet apologizes to you for Senior Sister Tong."

...

"Ding Dong."

The door opened and Tang Lianzi and Lin Huan entered the Mo family villa.

"Oh, grandma, your house is hot enough!" Lin Huan said, taking off his hat and fanning herself in her hand.

Mo Chongxi looked back at his central air conditioner, the work indicator was on.

Their home has a constant temperature throughout the year, which is the most suitable temperature for the human body throughout the year. How can it be hot?

Tang Lianzi's nose fluttered, and he got close to Mo Chongxi and sniffed, and then he smelled the old lady Wen Mo. It happened that Sang Tong walked down the stairs.

Tang Lianzi shook his head, while Lin Huan was sweating profusely. Large beads of sweat flowed down, his face resembling a cooked shrimp: "Sister Tong, this room is too hot and full of anger."

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