My Death God Roommate

Sang Yu remembered that the clothes worn by the female ghost seemed to be ancient costumes, and said worriedly, "Be careful!"

Mu Rong signaled Sang Yu not to worry, and threw out the soul-locking chain to entangle the old tree that a few people could embrace.

The other end of the chain couldn't help struggling, and its strength was amazing. However, the soul chain had a restraining effect on all ghosts, and the female ghost was finally pulled out.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, the hanging rope on the female ghost's neck lit up, pulling the female ghost backward.

The female ghost kept shaking her body and yelled: "You can't catch me! I don't want to go to hell. I was hanged. Even if the impermanence came before I found a substitute, he couldn't take me away!"

Mu Rong stopped pulling, and looked up at the tree trunk where the ghost was hanging, at least five meters above the ground: "How long have you been dead?"

"I... I was born in the 33rd year of Guangxu, and died at the age of 17."

"...The Qing Dynasty is dead."

"I know, I saw them all cut braids."

"You have been dead for more than a hundred years, how come you haven't reborn?"

There was a trace of pain across the female ghost's face, and she looked at Sang Yu unwillingly: "What's the matter with you? Anyway, you can't catch me until I find a substitute."

When the voice fell, the female ghost screamed, and the soul chain was unfastened and returned to Mu Rong's hands. She saw the female ghost as if being led by something, like a human skin puppet walking towards the tree step by step.

He threw a hemp rope from his hand and hung it in the void.

"Sang Yu, close your eyes."

Sang Yu covered her eyes, and the female ghost put her head into the rope sheath, floated in the air and made a movement of kicking a stool. After struggling in pain for a while, she couldn't move her legs.

The parents of the body and the skin suffer from suicide. It is not a hundred people who commit suicide. Every day after death, they will repeat the pain of suicide until they find a substitute or encounter a great opportunity to have a superior person.

In this scene, the female ghost is relived the pain of death. In a hundred years of time, the vicissitudes of life passed in a flash, and even the small tree she had hanged on had grown into a towering tree, but she was still trapped here, unable to escape.

After "dead", the female ghost fell from the tree and knelt on the ground in pain, pressing her neck with her hands and retching.

Seeing this scene, Mu Rong moved with compassion: "What's your name?"

The figure of the female ghost paused, she raised her head to look at Mu Rong with those hollow eyes, and shook her head slowly: "I don't remember, it's been too long, I forgot a lot of things."

Mu Rong was silent. Sang Yu heard the voice and opened his eyes. Seeing the sad, painful and dazed expression on the female ghost's face, the fear in his heart was reduced a little.

The female ghost is also a poor person, this barren hills and mountains are inaccessible, where can I find a substitute?

Even if it can be found, this pain will not end, just another person will bear it.

The female ghost stared at Sang Yu, her gaze fell on the pendant around her neck, and she dispelled the thought in her heart. She crawled to Mu Rong's feet, pulling on the hem of her robe and begging: "Sir, the little girl knew it was wrong. For so many years I relive the pain of death every day. I heard people say that suicide is about going to hell. I don't want to go to hell. Don't catch me, your old man. Please give me a good time."

Mu Rong helped the female ghost up: "You cannot leave the place of death due to the restriction of heaven, and I can't help it, but I know a monk who has a good way. If you can let go of your obsession and truly repent, maybe you can ask her to help save you. "

The female ghost was overjoyed and wanted to kneel down again. Murong held the female ghost’s arm: "Don’t be like this. Although I am a bad guy, I am more than one generation younger than you, and I can’t stand it; I can understand your desperate search for a substitute. But let me say one more thing, since you have already tasted it, don't pass this pain on to others..."

"My lord! How did the little girl ever think of harming people? You don't know anything. More than ten years after my death, this mountain often passed by people. I didn't want to hurt people so I could endure it, but I really can't stand it anymore. For many years, I live the same life every day. I can’t die or escape. When I want to take a stand-in, this place has become a barren mountain. My life is special and the life of death is not lucky. Only by finding the body of pure yin whose eight characters belong to yin can do it for me. It just so happens that you are both."

Sangyu Mu Rong glanced at each other, and invariably changed his face. Mu Rong cleared his throat and said to the female ghost: "I can try my best, but I don't know if it will work."

"Can you take me away? Or give me a good time?"

"I can try to seal your soul in this tree. If you succeed, you don't have to relive the pain of death every day. I have something to do, and I will find someone to come back and save you when the matter is over."

"Thank you, Master Yinchai, the little girl is unforgettable."

"You go into the tree."

"Yes."

Mu Rong returned to his body and took out a piece of talisman paper and pasted it on the tree trunk: "I don't know if this method will work. Whether it succeeds or not, you must promise me that you will not harm people during this period."

The leaves rustled, and the ghost agreed.

The two packed up their clothes and continued on the road. A Miao was injured and kept in the painting. Luo Ruyan played the role of pathfinder. She also enjoyed it. She met Sang Tong soon after she had grown up, and she had never had a chance to play like this. .

The sun is west, and the hot air in the air has dissipated a lot, but another problem also follows: where to stay tonight.

This mountain is too big, if it weren't for Luo Ruyan's guidance, they would have thought they were lost. They looked the same everywhere. After walking for a long time, they didn't find the broken house.

"Smoke, it's getting dark, where is the wooden house?"

"It's almost here, don't worry, I won't remember it wrong."

It turns out that Luo Ruyan was wrong. Two hours later, the sun was about to set. Sang Yu exclaimed and pointed to a tree: "Look at Mu Rong!"

There was a talisman on the tree trunk, which was left by Mu Rong. They wandered around for two hours before returning to the original place!

"Impossible, my main body is a painting, it is absolutely impossible to remember wrongly, I follow Liu Hongde's memory completely!"

"Could it be... a ghost hit the wall?"

"With Mu Rong, which unopened lonely ghost would dare to make such a joke?"

Mu Rong came under the tree, took off the talisman, and called out the female ghost after his soul came out of his body.

"The little girl has seen an adult, but the adult came back after finishing the work?"

"We walked back again, do you know the reason?"

"The little girl doesn't know. Although I have died in vain for a hundred years, I have never left here. I cannot help the adults."

"Mu Rong~ what to do?"

"It's getting dark before going down, I'm afraid it will be unsafe. We will live here tonight, and we will rush tomorrow morning. If this is still the case tomorrow, we will go down the mountain."

"it is good."

"You stay here with Yanyan, I'll pick up some dry wood to make a fire."

"I'll go with you, and Yanyan will be with you."

The female ghost smiled sadly and consciously returned to the tree after giving a Wanfu gift, Mu Rong pasted the talisman paper, and the three left together.

Walking in one direction, picking up dead branches while walking, for a moment, the two of them held a handful in their arms.

"Is this enough?"

Mu Rong took a look and replied: "Pile these here first, and we will pick up some more. Be prepared."

"Okay, we have almost picked up here, let's go over there."

After walking for dozens of steps, Sang Yu felt that he had stepped on something hard, not at all like the soft feeling of litter.

She lowered her head and pushed away the fallen leaves covering it with her feet, which was a slate.

There seemed to be lettering on it. As the paint on it had peeled off from the ages, Sang Yu was about to squat down to find out, but was pulled away by Murong.

"what happened?"

Mu Rong looked at Sang Yu helplessly: "Don't be afraid to say it."

Sang Yu walked around in front of Mu Rong, leaning his body slightly into Mu Rong's arms: "Say it."

Mu Rong lowered his head, and the two heard each other: "You have stepped on someone's tombstone."

"what!"

"Don't be afraid, you are unintentional, just apologize."

Sang Yu looked in the direction of the stone stele and found no bumps such as the tomb bag, but he still came to the tombstone and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry for offending you. I didn't mean to ask you to forgive me."

With a "swish", an old man sat up straight from under the ground, wearing a black satin Tang suit jacket, a square hat on his head and Sang Yu came face to face.

Sang Yu screamed and fell to the ground.

Luo Ruyan stood in front of Sang Yu: "The Path Noble Land has no intention of offending, please calm down your anger."

"What's wrong? Did you see something?"

Mu Rong lifted Sang Yu up and brushed away the floating soil on her body. Only then did Sang Yu realize that the place where she was standing did not seem to be flat, and pulled Mu Rong aside: "I seem to be stepping on someone again, over there... …There is an old man over there."

Luo Ruyan saw that the old man was just looking at her straightforwardly. He didn't say a word, and he felt a little hairy in his heart. He stepped back to Sang Yu's side: "Xiaoyu, let's go back. This place is weird."

As soon as the voice fell, around Sangyu and Mu Rong, a dozen figures popped up like bamboo shoots after a rain, half of them in the soil, half of them exposed to the ground, all of them were elderly people.

They behaved exactly the same as the old man at the beginning, without saying a word, staring at the three of them directly.

It's not over yet, more figures popped up from the ground one after another, and the blink of an eye changed from a dozen to dozens, and there was a trend of increasing.

Sang Yu had never seen such a large number of concentrated ghosts. A chill rushed into Baihui. He dropped the dry wood in his arms and clutched Mu Rong's arm tightly, with tears in his eye sockets, and tremblingly said, "Mu Rong, Many people...we are surrounded."

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