My Death God Roommate

Mu Rong grabbed Hao Jiefang: "Didn't you say that the soul eaten by the ghost king of Pipa can never be superborn? I have seen Qu Tingting's past, she only asked for money and did not harm anyone, and her life was not much, it was considered to be When it comes to the punishment that deserves it, the punishment of not being able to live forever is too serious."

"What can I do? The blame can only be blamed on her own greed, and if she lives in peace, she won't provoke the ghosts of the five directions, and the ghosts will be obsessed."

"Hao Jiefang, do you know why the people in hell grow so much every year?"

"Hmph, you deserve to be depraved!"

"Then do you think my mother should stay in Tiewei Mountain? Why did she end up like this when she lived diligently and tremblingly all her life?"

Hao Jiefang was speechless for a while, and Mu Rong added: "No one is born to want to be a bad person. If someone could stand up and help my mother, even if she reported to the police or encouraged her to get a divorce, why should she come here? That step? In the past, I restrained myself and forced myself to be separated from the whole world. Since meeting my mother, many of my thoughts have changed, and..." Sang Yu flashed across Mu Rong’s heart, but she did not say come out.

"You're right, I really can't manage everything, but I can at least stop myself from being indifferent. I know that Qu Tingting may never be able to survive. Is it because the other party is the Pipa ghost king, so I can protect myself?"

"Mu Rong, he is a wise man who does what he can. I told you this truth when you were a kid."

"what!!!"

A scream cut through the night sky, and Mu Rong glanced in Qu Tingting's direction. He was arguing with Hao Jiefang too seriously just now, and the person was gone!

"It's up to you, we reserve our own opinions."

Hao Jiefang looked at Mu Rong's back and cursed fiercely, but he ran after him.

The two passed through the wall and saw Qu Tingting standing on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and screaming. From nowhere, a group of mice blocked the water in the living room. There were countless large cockroaches in the gap between the group of mice. .

Even Mu Rong and Hao Jiefang had a tingling scalp, let alone Qu Tingting.

Mu Rong had seen such a large group of rats.

However, this group of mice is very different from the grandmother Huisan's offspring. They have a pungent stench on their bodies, and some of their skin is wet with a variety of fishy and unknown mucus, and nothing can be seen from this group of mice. The traces of wisdom are so filthy and disorderly.

"Help me, help me!"

"You stand on the sofa and don't move, don't jump over! I can't touch you in this state, so don't move, the rescue will come soon!"

As soon as Mu Rong's words fell, these mice squeaked and fell to the ground for an instant, as if they had taken a powerful rat poison and fell to the ground with painful convulsions.

Qu Tingting covered her ears with her hands, stood on the sofa, couldn't stop her feet, and closed her eyes and screamed loudly.

Mu Rong watched the mice struggling and twitching faster and faster, stinking blood dripped from their mouths, and then died.

On the floor of the living room with a size of one hundred square meters, there was a layer of rat corpses.

The stench became stronger, irritating the people in the room to nausea.

Hao Jiefang couldn't stand it, and rushed out, covering his mouth.

Mu Rong was also nauseous but forcibly endured it, floating over the mouse corpse, enduring the discomfort, comforting Qu Tingting.

The mouse died, but the cockroach did not.

When the dense cockroaches were about to climb on the sofa, Qu Tingting picked up a cushion and strenuously attacked, and the stench of the stench got into her nostrils when he bent down.

Qu Tingting vomited with a "wow" sound.

It can be said that the scene of the composer is very chaotic. Mu Rongai's cleanliness and habit of cleanliness makes her stay in such an environment more painful than cutting her.

Suddenly, the cockroaches spread their wings and flew!

The cockroaches in the north were small and could not fly. It was the first time that Mu Rong grew up to see a flying cockroach. After a brief consternation, Qu Tingting turned his eyes and passed out.

"Qu Tingting!"

"Vulcan, Fengshen is here!"

A scorching heat wave came from behind Mu Rong. Sang Tong stood at the door holding the Five Emperors Copper Coin Sword, with two talisman sticking to his body.

These flames seemed to be alive. From the doorway, they avoided the furniture and ornaments in the house and only burned the corpses of mice.

The stench was dissipated a lot, and replaced by a scorching meat smell. Mu Rong frowned and struggled with the intense discomfort from her chest. I am afraid she would never eat barbecue again in this life.

Those flying cockroaches did not escape the pursuit of the flames, and turned to ashes in mid-air.

Fortunately, the smell did not last long. After the flames, there was another breeze, which completely dispelled the smell in the air.

Qu Tingting floated in the air, her clothes fluttering, and Sang Tong lifted her out with the Breeze Technique.

Mu Rong hurried out of the house, stopped at the door, bent over and retched, but could vomit anything.

It was late autumn, and the air was a little bit cool, calm and stuffy.

With a "bang", all the lighting facilities in Qu Tingting's house were broken, and the whole villa fell into darkness.

Mu Rong leaned on the wall with one hand, and panted heavily with his waist in the other. Hao Jiefang was smoking a cigarette not far away, and Sang Tong slowly placed Qu Tingting on the lawn and looked up at the sky.

A black cloud drifted towards the full moon in the middle of the sky slowly without any wind. "It's coming."

"Sang Tong."

"Ok?"

"The Pipa Ghost King is powerful, and we are probably not rivals."

Sang Tong simply sat on the floor, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and whispered back: "I know."

She saw that Mu Rong was puzzled, and said patiently: "The teaching I received at the beginning is to help the world and save people. Since there are monsters for disaster, I will never be a deserter. Moreover, as a special As a member of the Incident Processing Bureau, it is my duty and mission to protect the citizens of flower planters from evil succubuses and monsters. Even if Qu Tingting was not replaced by someone else, I would not sit idly by; Sixty years ago, the Pipa Ghost King was in the southwest region. The man-eating soul spreads malaria. Our bureau has wiped out a team and burned it with jade. Now he has just been reborn and his soul body is extremely weak and needs a lot of soul tonic. You can escape or avoid it, but I can’t; even Qu Ting Ting takes the blame, as long as it is a creature that threatens the citizens of my flower family, there will be a battle if I encounter it. Then why not take advantage of his weakest time? Every time he absorbs a soul mana, he will recover a point, our chance of winning It will be one point lower."

She turned her head to look at Mu Rong: "If you want to leave, go back, Yuwaer is waiting for you."

Sang Tong squeezed out the cigarette, leaning back slightly with his hands on both sides.

The dark clouds had already covered the moon, but the stars in the sky were exceptionally clear. It seemed that much of what she wanted to say tonight, Murong's silence did not affect her mood.

"Look at this day, this place, the flower growers are only so big, we have such a huge population base, we must always find a way to survive. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the bureau had done a major cleansing of heterogeneous species across the country. No, the ones who can escape from our hands are either smart or we can’t help them, such as Yelou River Demon, Pipa Ghost King, mass graves in your northeast, Yuexiang Village in Yuexiang, and some fall asleep. We don’t dare to provoke the existence."

When Sang Tong took the initiative to mention Yuexiang Village, Mu Rong's heart trembled. She secretly observed Sang Tong's expression and found that the other party's face had no other emotions besides emotion.

"These monsters, if they are not handled well, they will bring catastrophes to the world; although the people are somewhat superstitious, but the monsters in the story really appear, they can't accept it. Only when the people's mind is stable can the society be stable and the flower planters can be healthy. The development has formed a virtuous circle. Our Special Event Processing Bureau is an invisible force, facing a war without gunpowder; Fusang’s sorcery, Goryeo’s puppet art, and foreign sacrifice curse art have tried to invade many times. We were beaten back."

A harsh brake interrupted the peaceful conversation, and Sang Tong jumped up and patted the dust on his body and ran towards the door.

"Sister Tong, where should I put the ten altars when the wine arrives?"

"Place five altars in the garden, hurry!"

"Okay, here's this for you. Time is running out for you to see the pure impure?"

...

Mu Rong's feet seemed to have taken root, and she stood motionless to recall Sangtong's words.

It is true that she does not have the height of Sang Tong, nor does she have that sense of mission and responsibility.

She used to be indifferent to everything around her, with a little love in her heart, and only lived to save her mother.

Later, the appearance of Sang Yu gave this indifferent tranquility a small gap, and Sang Tong, Su Sifang, Zeng Tianhan and others came one after another.

Her quiet life was completely broken, their words and deeds affected her invisibly, and the real qualitative change came from her mother's words.

What Sang Tong said just now gave Mu Rong a clear understanding.

What followed was a faint loss that lingered in her heart. She always felt that she had forgotten a very important thing, just like forgetting the way home, and she could only wander away at a loss.

"Mu Rong, come and help!"

"coming."

In addition to ten jars of wine, there are two large barrels of red liquid. Sang Tong said that it was the blood of the Xiaoxiao Chicken.

The black dog and the yellow chicken are the second saints in the world.

You can't use black dog blood to deal with Pipa Ghost King. That will only strengthen its power. It is best to report the blood of the golden rooster.

The altar table was set up and Sang Tong asked Qu Tingting to be carried over, and a circle was drawn with chicken blood around the altar table as a radius of two meters.

Mu Rong Xingmu slightly held the brush in his hand, recalling the mysterious rune that flashed in his mind the night he encountered the dark shadow.

She took a deep breath.

Opening it again, her eyes were full of determination, she solemnly picked up the brush and concentrated all her energy, and dropped the first stroke.

The author has something to say: It’s been a long time since the author has something to say. Let’s say a few words today.

In this novel, some people came to this world with a certain mission. The confusion is temporary and will eventually awaken.

The story continues, time is flowing, and the characters in the novel are changing and growing.

I think the immutable protagonist is the disqualification of the novel.

People are flesh and blood, not NPCs.