My Death God Roommate

Hao Jiefang appeared outside Su Sifang's room out of thin air.

A Miao asked in surprise: "Brother Hao? Why are you here?"

"Mu Rong is inside?"

"Well, Lord Murong, she just..."

Without waiting for Ah Miao to finish, Hao Jiefang walked in through the door.

Mu Rong lay flat on the bed quietly, Su Sifang sat cross-legged in front of the bed. When Hao Jiefang appeared, the sound of wooden fish and chanting stopped.

"What does the donor do?"

Hao Jiefang sorted out his thoughts and said with a smile: "The master is an outsider, so it's better not to interfere with the world."

After speaking, he walked towards Mu Rong while holding the porcelain bottle.

Su Sifang put his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

Hao Jiefang hooked the corners of his mouth, pulled out the soul-locking chain to pull Mu Rong's soul out of his body, and said without looking back: "Huangquan has no shore or shore, where does the master want me to go back?"

Hao Jiefang peeled off the cork, pinched Murong's chin, and poured the contents of the porcelain bottle into Mu Rong's mouth.

Su Sifang sighed softly and closed his eyes.

"Murong, wake up!"

Mu Rong opened his eyes slowly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes: "Hao Jiefang?"

"Are you okay, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Mu Rong shook his head: "No, I...what's wrong?"

"I felt you were in danger, so I came here specially."

"Me? Oh, yes, my chest hurts suddenly...how did you know?"

Hao Jiefang smiled: "Did you forget what you suppressed? The judge felt the turbulence of Liangpou, so I came over to see what happened, and brought you a bottle of medicine. How about it? Do you feel better?"

"Oh, thanks, I'm much better."

"Then I'll go back first. You and I have both left Shanyang City. There is not even a bad difference over there now. Call me when you return to Shanyang City."

"it is good."

Hao Jiefang walked out through the wall and left in a hurry.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Master Xiaofang, how is Mu Rong? Can I come in?"

It's Sang Yu!

Hearing Sang Yu's voice, Mu Rong felt no discomfort.

She remembered what happened just now. After waking up, she felt a faint sense of loss. Her heart was empty, and she felt that she had forgotten a very important thing.

She tried hard to remember, but could not remember at all.

Sang Yu sat on the bed, looking at Mu Rong in a daze, and said worriedly: "Mu Rong?"

"Ah!? Oh... I'm fine, I'm sorry to worry you."

"You just passed out."

"Well, I just feel uncomfortable suddenly. Maybe it's a physical problem. Go back to Shanyang City for an individual check."

"Well, I'll be with you then."

"Well, thank you."

"Are you hungry? Shall I go to the kitchen to cook porridge for you?"

"No, thank you I have no appetite."

Sang Yu was stunned, feeling that after Mu Rong woke up, he seemed to be a little different, but how could he say that he changed in such a short time?

Secretly: I think too much.

Su Sifang remained silent, put the wooden fish away, turned around and went out.

Sang Tong's auspicious day was the 18th. She only set the location of the new grave at noon on the 17th. She and Mo Zhongxi hurried back to prepare the necessary items. It was already two o'clock in the morning.

After sleeping for less than an hour, the move of the grave began.

Because the coffins of Mo Chengsi, Sulan and Mo Changsheng must be buried in the new tomb before noon today. Taking this into account, Sangtong deliberately chose a piece of land between Shanyang City and the ancestral tomb. It can save a little time.

And let Lin Huan take a team of construction workers to repair the new tomb, and when the sun jumped out of the ground, the ground broke on both sides at the same time.

At the ancestral grave, since Mo Changsheng's soul has already disappeared, he only needs to take Mo Chengsi and Sulan's over, and the eldest grandson Mo Zhongxi will call the spirit banner.

Sang Tong and his group flashed their flashlights and went to the Mo family's ancestral grave in the dark.

The sky was still dark, surrounded by tomb bags, and the ancestors of the Mo family stalked from it, blowing gusts of yin wind, the atmosphere was very tense for a time, the Mo family's female relatives did not participate, Mo Xiaobao was scared to hide behind Mo Zhongxi.

Sang Tong stood on the top of the mountain, looking towards the east. When the first sunlight jumped out of the ground, she made two words in the micro-kick group: Ground!

Mo Chongxi gave an order, and the twelve carefully selected workers waved their tools.

Based on the comprehensive calculation of the death days of Mo Chengsi and Sulan and the Feng Shui pattern of the Mo family's ancestors' graves, all these twelve men are "wearing a horn and a horn".

The so-called "wearing the Lin Lin and wearing horns" refer to the four zodiac signs of cow, sheep, dragon and snake.

These four zodiac signs are born with scales and horns, and have strong resistance to obscure things. Beware of the Mo Family ancestors making ghosts hit the wall and delaying time.

Sang Tong ran all the way to halfway up the mountain. The three coffins were out of shape. The Mo family was rich and wealthy. The coffins were all high-quality gloomy woods. The soil was peeled off. The coffins were very intact.

Several workers jumped out of the grave, grabbed the thick hemp rope and put them on the coffin.

Mo Chongxi asked, "Master Sang, what about this tombstone?"

Sang Yu glanced at the ancestor of the Mo family who was standing on a high place: "Didn't you let you bring the sledgehammer? It's smashed!"

Mo Zhongxi waved his hand, and several people dragged the sledgehammer forward, and the tombstone quickly turned into useless rubble.

The ropes were sheathed, and the workers took their positions and shouted: "One, two, three, get up!"

A horrifying scene happened: four people carried a coffin, each of whom was a powerful man of Kong Wu, but all three coffins remained motionless.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the ancestors of the Mo family, and he looked coldly.

Twelve people tried several times, but they all returned to no avail. One of them understood some folk customs, removed the wooden stick from his shoulder, and ran to Sang Tong, "Miss Sang, this is not a good sign, is it this? The three don’t want to go, they all pay attention to lifting this lighter and lighter..."

Sang Tong smiled and called out: "Lian Zi."

"Here, Sister Tong~"

Tang Lianzi handed up the backpack that Sang Tong had prepared in advance. Everyone's gaze was "swish", and they all focused on the backpack, wanting to see what magic weapon was inside.

Sang Tong took out three full-length, green and white, watery radishes out of his bag in full view!

This kind of radish has a very high water content and contains a little sugar. It can be eaten sliced ​​raw and it can quench your thirst!

But now in this atmosphere, this environment, there are three big carrots, which is a bit of a violation.

Only the ancestor of the Mo family changed his face when he saw the turnip.

He knew that he had met an expert, and he couldn't keep these three coffins.

"Lian Zi, I'm optimistic. If you encounter a similar situation in the future, prepare a few carrots in advance."

"Yes, Sister Tong."

Sang Tong held a radish and threw a radish into a pit: "Come on, lift it again."

"One, two, three, get up!"

As the wooden board rubbed the hemp rope "quack", the three coffins were lifted.

Tang Lianzi asked in surprise, "Sister Tong, why is this?"

Sang Tong smiled and explained patiently: "This is called a radish and a pit. We dug such a big pit. If we want to take something from it, we have to fill in something and go back."

"Oh~ I understand."

"Mr. Mo, get up!"

In accordance with Sang Tong's previous instructions, Mo Chongxi shook the spirit-bearing banner and shouted: "Grandpa and grandma, grandson has taken the second elder back to his new home."

After repeating it three times, the spirits of Mo Chengsi and Sulan appeared behind the coffin, and Sulan gave Mu Rong and Sang Tong a grateful look.

Sang Tong snorted triumphantly, and cast a blank look at the ancestor of the Mo family: "Go!"

With a "wow" Mu Rong summoned the soul-locking chain, trapping Mo Chengsi and Sulan.

Sang Tong raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Mu Rong replied coldly: "Just in case."

"There is a holy spirit banner in front, and the coffin is also carried. They can't run around!"

"I said, just in case."

Sang Tong took a look at Mu Rong and followed her.

On the other side, Lin Huan directed the workers to build a grave.

The number, orientation, and orientation of the heads yards in each grave can't be different. Sang Tong especially left a drawing.

The overall feng shui of this new cemetery is not as good as that of the old cemetery. In this era, human bodies have become filthy. It is difficult to find a feng shui place that goes hand in hand with the old cemetery.

Within a few days, Sang Tong had already tried his best to find such a piece of land.

In the process of looking at the tomb, Sang Tong sighed more than once: Maybe it is not that there is no treasure, but that she does not have such a high level of Taoism.

In order to protect themselves from damage, some ground veins that have been cultivated with spiritual energy often secretly rotate the surrounding water patterns and vegetation to camouflage them.

Although she is an authentic descendant of the Great Dao, there are countless ways to subdue demons and demons, and this kind of "warlock" used to eat, she can only be regarded as slightly better than some "masters" on the market.

Like the discoverer of the land of the Mo family's ancestral tomb-the wandering Taoist at the mouth of Mo Chongxi.

People can use only one hairpin to accurately point the middle vein and calculate the direction of this vein in the next eight hundred years. Every time Sang Tong thinks about it, he is both envious and admired.

Sang Tong also said to Mo Chongxi: This new ancestral tomb can only protect the Mo family for three generations at most, that is to let the Mo Chongxi generation maintain the status quo. After Mo Chongxi a hundred years later, you need to find someone else to see it. It is buried in In this new ancestor’s tomb, he still looked for another place.

The Mo family was strong enough to buy a van and put the coffin of the deceased in the carriage. Sang Tong looked at the time: half past seven.

It should be successfully completed.

Few people spoke, and the three vans were quiet.

The speed of the car was maintained at the maximum speed permitted by the traffic rules, and the destination was reached in three hours.

Another wave of people had already waited at the foot of the mountain, changed to eight people carrying a coffin, and the speed of going up the mountain was much faster.

Everyone cooperated with each other and completed Sang Tong's instructions intensively, filling in the last shovel of soil, and the time was just right.

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