My Death God Roommate

Mu Rong ran out of the yard without looking back, Li's anxious shout lingered in his ears.

At the moment Li smashed into the cellar, a thought flashed in her mind.

About the string of letters on the prayer beads.

It was easier for Mu Rong to crash Li into the cellar than ever before.

Being trapped in the cellar can certainly escape a catastrophe, but in exchange for a heavy conscience.

Although Li is just a trace of the soul trapped in this world, she cannot be indifferent and do nothing.

As Sang Yu said: do what she wants to do.

"Dogdan!" The gunshots were getting closer, and Mu Rong called while running.

There was a wolf dog barking behind her. Before Mu Rong could react, she was already thrown on her. She raised her arm to block her. The wolf dog bit her forearm, blood spewing and bloody blood.

Fuso soldiers in khaki uniforms dragged the wolfdog away, and she was surrounded.

Mu Rong is in this history that can only be seen in textbooks.

She was escorted by Fusang soldiers to an open space with a gun. Most of the people in the village were arrested. They were so panicked, seeking human instincts to gather together to comfort each other.

Mu Rong searched for a circle, and there was no Sangyu nor Li and Dogdan in the crowd. She let out a long sigh of relief.

Fusang soldiers surrounded everyone in the open space, holding their guns to occupy the commanding heights, and there were wolf dogs guarding them.

In the village, a young man named Tie Zhu managed to endure his fear and shouted in the crowd: "What are you doing!"

The leading soldier took a sip and waved his hand. Two Fusang soldiers rushed into the crowd aggressively and dragged Tie Zhu out.

Father and son Tie Zhu had a fight with the soldiers. A Fusang soldier raised his rifle and slammed it heavily on top of Tie Zhu's head. Blood immediately poured out.

"father!"

I don't know whose child was crying, and his voice was gagged tightly by his parents as soon as he started.

Tie Zhu blushed, and shouted, "I'm fighting with you!"

"Boom!"

Tie Zhu's body stopped, his eyes widened and looked down at the bleeding chest, the muscles on his face twitched, and there were a few painful single bytes in his throat, and he fell straight like that.

The warm blood slowly flowed out and spread all over the ground.

The villagers were silent, many women cried in fright but gagged their mouths and did not dare to make a sound. Tie Zhu's blood spread, and the surrounding villagers squeezed away like two sides.

The soldiers from Fusang Country in the outermost circle approached them with bayonets, leaving little room for the villagers, but they still worked hard to get away from both sides.

Whose shoulder hit?Whose foot did you step on?No one apologized, and no one minded.

Except for Tie Zhu's father, who had lost consciousness and fell into a pool of blood, everyone didn't want to touch Tie Zhu's blood. Perhaps it was because of his inability to bear the same kind of cannibalism, or he was afraid of becoming the second iron pillar.

Mu Rong witnessed this scene through the crevices of the crowd. She covered the bloody wound on her right arm, her pale little face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and blood spilled through her fingers, in this infinite reality In this world, even the pain is so real.

On the slope, there appeared a figure that was inferior to the surrounding environment. He was wearing a satin gown, holding a western hat in his hand, flapping constantly, combing his shiny and shiny head.

The man spoke a half-baked Fusang language with the leading soldier for a while, and then took the initiative to walk out.

"Listen well, and give you tools in a while. You dig pits for me on the spot. Don't do unnecessary resistance. We have guns in our hands. Anyone who resists will end."

The man pointed to the eye-catching iron pillar in the crowd.

The atmosphere of the crowd froze in vain, and there was a fire that would explode at any time under the solidification.

Foreign aggression is hateful, but it is not enough to open the door and lead the way.

It was originally from the same root, with the same beliefs and the same language, but was willing to become a tool for the enemy to drive his compatriots!

All eyes were on the traitor, anger, sorrow, and contempt.

Mu Rong looked at the traitor coldly, wondering how he spent the rest of his life. When he dreamed back at midnight, did he ever dream of these people?

The tools were issued, and these Fusang soldiers searched from house to house.

Mu Rong looked at the pickaxe in his hand, unable to describe his anger at this time.

The deep pit used to kill the villagers was actually forced by the Fusang people with machine guns and dug by the villagers themselves.

The depth of the pit soon surpassed the top of Mu Rong’s head, but those Fusang people still felt that it was not deep enough. Mu Rong was carried by a few adults to the edge of the pit because of one arm injury. In the box, hold it up and hand it to Mu Rong to pour it out.

Mu Rong glanced at the pit, clenching his teeth firmly before letting tears flow.

Almost everyone in the pit understood the purpose of this big pit, but they had no choice but to plan silently. Every rise and fall of their arms was a countdown to everyone's lives.

A mother shrank in a corner and lifted her clothes with her back to the crowd.

In her arms was a baby who was still in the swaddle, and the woman was wiping her tears while doing the last breastfeeding.

The baby found the familiar sweet smell, sucked contentedly, and fell asleep for a while.

Big mother's tears fell on his face, he just mumbled his mouth.

As the sun gradually shifted to the west, the Fusang officer yelled a few times impatiently. The traitor seemed to have obtained the imperial decree, and ran to the side of the pit and shouted, "Hurry up for Laozi!"

As he said, he kicked Mu Rong fiercely, and Mu Rong rolled on the ground two laps unsuspectingly before stopping.

The clothes on her body can no longer see the original color, soaked in sweat and soiled.

Mu Rong climbed up from the ground without saying a word. It happened that a soil basket was handed up from below. Mu Rong took it, and overturned and dumped the soil inside.

She lowered her head, her sight was a pair of polished leather shoes of the traitor.

Looking away, she was standing on the dirt bag. Although there was still a gap between the height of the traitor, she was barely able to reach it.

Mu Rong silently clenched the handle of the bamboo basket, and used his sleeve to wipe the sweat that had flowed onto his eyebrows.

The blood on his right hand did not stop, and the constant work made the wound worse.

Mu Rong acted without warning, even the alert wolfdog not far away did not react.

She put the bamboo basket on the traitor's head, slapped him tightly with her hands and feet, and suddenly leaned back.

The two fell into the pit together.

"kill him!"

"Kill this traitor!"

"Killed this bitch!"

The villagers swarmed up, rounded out the agricultural tools in their hands and greeted the traitor. Mu Rong was also injured several times by mistake.

She pushed to the periphery of the crowd, panting heavily.

At this moment, she temporarily forgot that she did not belong to this world, she forgot her mission, forgot that what was presented before her eyes was only an illusory image, and also forgot that even though it was an illusory world, the pain imposed on her was still real.

Several Fusang soldiers stood on the pit and yelled loudly, but the scene was out of control. Traitors had been beaten to death, but the villagers who had been backlogged for a day refused to stop.

The last few Fusang soldiers jumped out of the pit and fired several shots to stabilize the situation.

Some cried, some laughed, and some cursed.

Mu Rong was guarded by a few older men, but with the death of the traitor, the breath that was held in her heart disappeared, and weakness appeared.

Mu Rong stared at her misty eyes for a week. She was in a pit half higher than herself, surrounded by desperate compatriots. Outside the pit stood Fusang soldiers with guns, incomprehensible verbal abuse and wolf dog barking. Her ears buzzed.

She felt a throb in her heart, which is the record of a few pages in the textbook.

There are countless crimes in Fusang, and every word is piled up by the lives of countless people.

The villagers protecting her were beaten, and Mu Rong was finally dragged out.

She was pushed to the ground heavily, the butt of the rifle slammed on her body, the smell of blood lingered in her nose, but the pain was not so strong.

She seemed to see Sang Yu faintly, was it an illusion?

...

Mu Rong opened his eyes again, and Li was sitting beside her bed with the medicine bowl.

This time, there was no joy in her eyes or urging Mu Rong to take the medicine. Mu Rong stared at the roof as tears gushing out silently, gathering in the corner of her eyes, and falling onto the pillow.

Without asking why Mu Rong was crying, Li put down the medicine bowl and walked out with a light sigh.

Gougan opened the curtain and walked in, Mu Rong sniffed and sat up.

"sister."

Dog Dan jumped onto the bed and sat side by side with Mu Rong, and handed the grasshopper cage that had been woven to Mu Rong: "This is for you."

"Thank you."

Mu Rong wiped away his tears, took the dog's hand, and said softly, "You are Yata Mirror, right?"

Dog Dan lowered his head and didn't know where he was looking: "Sister, what are you talking about?"

"Let's end all of this. You have been here for so many years, and have seen countless times of innocent people's sufferings, and there is no compassion at all? Are you not a divine tool? Are you an existence that does not belong to any nation, what about your loving heart? "

Mu Rong clenched the dog's hand tightly, for fear that someone inadvertently would let him escape.

The door curtain was opened again, and the person who walked in turned out to be Sang Yu, followed by Sang Tong, Su Sifang and Zeng Tianhan.

Gougan asked in a low voice, "Do you have any evidence that I am Yatakyo?"

A sullen flickered in Mu Rong's heart, but he heard Sang Yu say: "Mu Rong, this is a procedure that must be followed. The Yata Mirror is restricted and it can't show itself."

The author has something to say: This chapter was finished yesterday, and I felt that there were a few places where it was not well written and it was not posted. It took another day for the revisions and corrections to be posted.

The story of this stage is about to come to an end, Jin's attitude as a Northeastern born in peace.

I have seen mass graves, a wasteland that has not been treated. It is a remote place with only a few bungalows around.

That was about seven or eight years ago. I was young and ignorant and tried to find out. When I walked in, I felt very uncomfortable in my body, a resistance from the depths of my soul.

I still forced myself to take a closer look. There were very few plants in the pit, and there was a depression. Due to rain washing and other reasons, I could see scattered bones.

I always hope that some shocks I have experienced in my life will be secretly placed in the novel after fictional processing, and one day when I am old, I will look back, maybe I can find some little secrets between the lines.

For example, most of the dead characters in this book are the names of friends around me.

Li Xu is my sister, and Li Xin is my sister.

But these things were approved by them, because the editor said that revenge and curse were not involved, so if someone with the same name and the same surname jumped out to accuse me in the future, I would push them out to block the gun.

There will be a chapter in a while, after 12 o'clock, I will eat something and rest for a while when I am hungry.