My Death God Roommate

In the early morning of the next day, with the misty morning light, everyone hiked to the back mountain where the tomb of the Mo family was located.

Sang Tong wears sunglasses, holding a compass in his hand, and exclaims: "Mr. Mo, take the liberty to ask, how did your ancestors choose this mountain?"

Hearing this, Mo Chongxi flashed a proud expression, and said with a smile: "Speaking of our family’s ancestral grave, there is really a little story. Grandfather Xuan is an old man with a wealth of wealth and kindness and kindness. When the sky fell, the dealer had no harvest. The old man opened his own granary and used porridge for hundreds of days to help the locals and the people passing by. A wandering Taoist priest passed by here and saw that the ancestor was kind and wanted to ask for a bowl of water to drink. Xuan Zu not only gave the Taoist priest a bowl of water. He still stayed in Zhuangshang for a few days, every day he was entertained, the Taoist priest was very touched, before leaving, he took Grandpa Xuan all the way back to the mountain, walked to one place, unplugged the hairpin and inserted it on the ground. To my grandfather Xuan said: After your husband’s death, he will be buried here, and all descendants can be buried at your feet, and they will remain unchanged for eight hundred years."

Sang Tong nodded, and couldn't help but yearn for it: This Taoist priest is definitely not a leisurely person, and the Mo family can meet him, it can be regarded as a great good fortune under the accumulation of virtue.

If you guessed it correctly, the hairpin used by this Taoist priest back then was the vein of this mountain.

There are countless earth veins criss-crossed in this world, and each earth vein moves slightly every one hundred years, and one big move in eight hundred years.

Within a certain range of each ground vein, buried in the left is the rich, buried in the right is the most expensive, but most things like feng shui adhere to the mentality of "not asking for merit, but asking for no demerits". Avoid fierce land and raise corpses. The earth and the crypts of the descendants of Xing Ke, as for the rich or not, depends entirely on luck.

Adhering to this principle, ordinary Feng Shui masters would never dare to touch the ground veins. They should be a little bit off to avoid the ground veins from moving and repeatedly, pressing down on this grave, buried in the ground veins and being suppressed by the ground veins. The opposite effect.

This Taoist priest could at least predict the direction of the earth veins for at least eight hundred years, so he dared to point it on the earth veins, and the development of the descendants of the Mohist school also confirmed his correctness.

suddenly!

A scream came from behind.

Lin Huan fell to the ground without warning, rolling all over, struggling painfully.

"Ah!!! Sister Tong, help me, help me!"

Lin Huan was completely red, her eyes protruding, her expression distorted, her voice had changed, as if she was suffering from extreme pain.

"Lin Huan, what's wrong with you!?"

"Sister Tong, fire! Fire, ah!"

Sang Tong made a decisive decision and handed the compass to Sang Yu, placed his hands under Lin Huan's armpits, and quickly dragged the person back.

After dragging for a full 100 meters, Lin Huan's body softened and stopped struggling.

The sweat drips together and flows down, and the body is still trembling slightly.

Mo Xiaobao's younger sister shrank behind her mother, Mo Xiaobao hugged Mrs. Mo, and even Mo Chongxi was startled by the scene in front of her.

Lin Huan panted heavily, holding Sang Tong's hand, looking at the tip of the mountain with lingering fears: "Sister Tong, it's so hot, the temperature of anger is burning on my body, it hurts!"

Sang Tong looked up and saw the tombstones of Mohist ancestors in the lush green.

"Lian Zi, you stay with Lin Huan."

"Yes, Sister Tong."

Sang Tong opened the backpack, took out two bottles of mineral water from it and handed it to Tang Lianzi and Lin Huan: "Just sit by the roadside and wait for my return."

"Got it."

Sang Tong nodded the tip of his nose and said to Tang Lianzi: "I feel something wrong and go back immediately, don't wait for me." He lowered his voice and continued, "Bring your life-saving things."

Tang Lianzi nodded.

Sang Tong got up and signaled to continue.

She walked at the forefront of the team with a cold face, and Mu Rong confessed that Ah Miao walked with Sang Yu in the middle of the team with her flesh, and Su Sifang broke off.

She floated to the front of the team, beside Sang Tong.

With a sound, the dark soul-locking chain appeared in Mu Rong's hand.

The Mo family and Bao Xiaoxuan and his wife gathered together and followed tremblingly.

Except for the sound of weeds across the cloth, there was no sound.

After walking for another 30 minutes, Sang Tong saw a tall pine tree with a row of marble piles nailed to the back of the tree.

The top of the pile is carved with a small animal. Sang Tong measured the length of the stone piles. Even though the mountain is not level, each stone pile is three feet and three inches out of the ground. The distance between the piles is six feet and six inches. The size of the cemetery is very high.

She and Mu Rong took the lead through the stone piles and entered the Mo family's ancestral grave.

When Mo Chongxi stepped into the ancestral tomb, the wind blew up on the flat ground and the sound was loud, and the "rustling" of leaves rubbing was endless.

Mo Chongxi stood there blankly, cold all over, in a dilemma.

The strong wind blew his face, painful, like being slapped.

With a "wow", Mo Xiaobao's sister burst into tears.

The next moment, her mother's mouth was tightly covered.

The little girl was terribly frightened, her big eyes were full of fright, tears could not stop streaming.

Sang Tong's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he pushed Mo Chongxi, the latter's center of gravity was unstable, and after two steps back, he sat down on the ground.

The wind stopped.

Stopped without warning.

Obviously the intensity was still incapable of opening one second before, and there was no sign of slowing down, but it stopped abruptly when Mo Zhongxi fell.

Sang Tong and Mu Rong's eyes stopped on Mo Chongxi's body, and the place where he fell was just outside the stone pile of Mo Family Ancestor's grave.

Sang Tong walked out of the cemetery, retrieved his password box from the Mo family, and handed it to Sang Yu and A Miao respectively.

Sang Tong's expression was very serious, and he said in a non-negotiable tone: "The Mo family stayed outside the stone pile, Xiao Xuan and Jia Ming also stayed behind, and the others followed me up."

Although Sang Tong didn't enter the mountain gate for a long time, he usually disguised himself as Mr. Feng Shui to cover his identity when performing tasks.

The graveyard she has seen, there are no one hundred and eighty, and has never encountered such a situation.

The ancestral grave does not allow one's own descendants to enter?!

Mu Rong stopped Sang Tong: "Let Ah Miao and Sang Yu stay, I will return to the body to help you get things."

Sang Tong refused: "Follow me is the safest."

Mu Rong glanced at Sang Yu, then looked at Su Sifang for a moment, turned around silently, and walked beside Sang Tong.

Su Sifang understood, took off the string of Buddhist beads hanging from his neck and put it on Sang Yu's neck.

Luo Ruyan's voice floated out: "Xiaoyu, didn't you hear it?"

"what?"

"When the wind was blowing, I heard a roar. The people in there told you to get out of this mountain. I think we are still..."

Sang Yu's heart tightened, carrying the password box all the way to the middle of Mu Rong and Sang Tong: "Mu Rong, Sister Tong Tong, did you hear that just now? The people inside told us to get out of this mountain."

Sang Tong raised his eyebrows: "Did you hear?"

"Well, but I'm not sure, it came with the wind."

Sang Tong snorted coldly, opened the backpack, took out a bottle of mineral water, poured a bottle cap, held it in his palm, and recited a water purification curse.

Mu Rong looked at the Buddha beads hanging on Sang Yu's chest, and said calmly, "No matter what happens for a while, you will follow Master Xiaofang."

Sang Yu subconsciously wanted to pull Murong's hand, and suddenly remembered that she could not touch Mu Rong in this state, and asked with concern: "What about you?"

In the deep eyes, there was a trace of warmth, and Mu Rong hooked the corner of his mouth, shaking the soul chain in his hand: "I don't care."

Sang Tong dipped a drop of clean water on his eyebrows, opened the password box, took out the Taoist crown from the inside, dressed neatly, took out a stack of yellow symbols, kicked a bundle of red rope in his arms, and held the peach wood sword in his hand.

Said coldly: "Keep going!"

"Murong!" Sang Yu called.

"Ok?"

"Be careful~"

"Ok."

"Sister Tongtong is also careful..."

Sang Tong glared at Sang Yu angrily, dissatisfied with the order of her concern.

Sang Yu smiled shyly, and turned his gaze to Mu Rong, seeing that the other party did not move, but looked at her quietly, somewhat puzzled.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps came from behind that Su Sifang came to her side, and Mu Rong turned around and floated to Sang Tong's side.

Sang Yu looked at Mu Rong's back, and Luo Ruyan's voice came from his heart: "She is worried about you."

"I know."

After coming out of the painting, Mu Rong changed.

Sang Yu didn't know what happened in the painting. She was able to melt such a hard ice. She was curious, but didn't intend to ask any more, out of respect for Mu Rong.

After a few steps, the wind blew again.

Roaring in the wind: "Get out of this mountain!"

Sang Tong snorted coldly, erected the peach wood sword in front of his chest, pasted three yellow symbols on the sword, and squeezed the magic trick with his left hand, and shouted: "There are a few wisps of breeze and smoke, and I want to pretend to be a ghost in front of me. body!"

"Get out of this mountain!"

Sang Tong looked at him, but he didn't expect that the Mo family would not give her any face. They just wanted to attack, but they saw Mu Rong blocking her in front of her, holding a small black token in his hand: "Fuducheng Mu Rong, a student of the Night Club of Death Academy, invite the ancestors of the Mo family to meet up."

The wind slowed down, and the surrounding sound reappeared: "Yin Chai, we inherited the earth's veins and made our own circle. Although under the jurisdiction of the capital, we did not live in the prefecture. You and our well do not violate the river water, leave quickly, forgive you Not guilty."

"We are here today, just want to ask, your descendants, the lifeline of the five Mo Chongxi family has been cut off, why?"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the ears were surrounded by vulgar swearing, with male and female voices, babbled and annoying people.

Sang Yu exhaled in pain, squatting on the ground and covering her ears, but it didn't work at all. Those voices seemed to be directly in her soul, and she was shocked.

Mu Rong frowned, his wrist flicked, and the soul-locking chain turned into a soul-sticking stick.

She was holding the stick in both hands, holding it high above her head, and struggling to insert it, driving the soul stick into the soil for more than three inches: "Shut up!"

As if the pause button was pressed, the graveyard that was just like a big horn in the vegetable market just now was silent.

The author has something to say: It was just a small episode that appeared when my mother went to the grave. I actually evolved into such a brain hole. I think I am sorry for my grandpa TAT.

Uuuu, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, you will know why I said TAT.

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