My Death God Roommate

"what happened?"

Hao Jiefang dragged Mu Rong away, but did not stop when he heard the question: "What?"

"Why are there so many guards at the gate of the city?"

"Recently, a large number of people who died in vain have swarmed into the underworld. There are many souls who were supposed to wander in the yin house on the earth and then report to the underworld. For some reason, they have poured into the capital. Go to Yangjian to find out the reason. At present, there are no gods in Fengdu. The two groups of ghost generals and Yin soldiers are defending those souls who are trying to rush into Fengdu."

"How could this be?"

"It's a long story, I'll take you to see your mother first."

"it is good."

Hao Jiefang took the bicycle on the side of the road and patted the back seat: "Come on."

Mu Rong sat up, and Hao Jiefang kicked the two quickly and turned to the outside of a hall. The plaque read: Reincarnated Hall in three large characters.

"Your mother lives here for the time being. There are more than 20 days before her reincarnation. You cherish this period. If you have anything to say and do, take this opportunity to do and don’t leave any regrets. Wait for her to pass the reincarnation pool. Jump off the reincarnation road... the fate of your mother and daughter is over."

"I see, thanks."

Hao Jiefang sighed and patted Murong on the shoulder: "I will take you in."

The Hall of Reincarnations is not big, with a portrait of Hades hanging on the wall at the end.

In the center of the hall is a three-legged tripod over three meters high. The evil ghosts with blue skin and fangs kept adding firewood under the tripod. The green flames burned very loudly but there was a loud noise. White smoke came from the mouth of the tripod. Standing face to face on the elevated ledge, holding an unknown black long pole in his hand, he kept fiddle with the liquid in the cauldron.

On the other wall there are densely nailed small grids with black holes, and signs are hung on each grid.At first glance, it looks a bit like the ashes depository of a human funeral home.

Hao Jiefang patted Mu Rong. The latter turned around and saw that there was still a small table at the door, which looked a bit like a fortune-telling stall. Behind the square table was a thin and red man with red hair on the bridge of his nose. A small round rim glasses.

The red-haired man ignored the arrival of Mu Rong and Hao Jiefang, holding the brush in one hand and fiddled with the abacus, occasionally stopping to flip the booklet spread out in front of him.

Seeing Mu Rong’s eyes full of curiosity, Hao Jiefang explained in a low voice: “This is Mr. True or Not, the deacon of this reincarnation hall. Everyone who is reborn from here is determined by his old man’s bones. A song called'Yuan Tiangang's Bone Song'? It is said that it was inspired by Yuan Tiangang's encounter with Mr.'True or Not' when he walked through the reincarnation hall when Yuan Tiangang was in the night. However, Yuan Tiangang only learned to remove the fur. It seems to me that it is completely inaccurate to call the bone song. Otherwise, why are people born on the same day and the same year, some of them are rich and some are beggars?"

Mu Rong nodded: "When can I see my mother?"

"hold on."

"Waiting for?"

"When Mr. True or False puts down the brush, his old man is now writing the life style of the next reincarnated person. The reincarnation book hasn't changed, so there can be no mistakes."

"How many years has this gentleman been in the underworld?"

Hao Jiefang curled his lips: "I really don't know about this. Maybe his old man was there when there was an underworld."

"Then he wrote our fate?"

Hao Jiefang's expression stiffened: "I don't know about this. Not all souls can be reborn from the Hall of Rebirth. Those who can walk from here will be rich and noble people in their next life. You did a great job in the Northeast. It’s a good thing that your mother has the opportunity to come here, and most of the others have to take another path to reincarnation."

"What's in the tripod?"

"Shou Pi Shui is also called Meng Po Tang. Only after drinking Meng Po Tang can you get the skin bag."

Mu Rong didn't expect this Mr. "True or False" to write this one day and night. Fortunately, Hao Jiefang was with her, and the two stared directly at the brush in his hand, praying countless times and finally saw him. Let it go!

The two ran over in stride, and when Mu Rong saw that the gentleman wanted to take a pen again, he shouted, "Sir, wait a minute!"

Hao Jiefang was stunned by Mu Rong. This Mr. "True or Not" did not even give the face of the gods, and only respected the orders of His Royal Highness. His elderly did not like to make noise and set this reincarnation hall in a secluded place. .

True, he raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Mu Rong through the frame of the round-rim glasses, and said lightly, "It's you."

Then he really pressed the brush that he had in his hand on the pen.

"Sir, student Mu Rong came to visit his mother in accordance with the decree of His Royal Highness."

True or not, he pushed his glasses and raised his finger to the opposite wall: "The third room in the third row." Mu Rong only felt that there was a flower in front of her, and a small token was floating in front of her.

Hao Jiefang stabbed Murong who was dumbfounded: "Thank you, Mr., soon."

...

Mu Rong came to the shelf and shot a ray of light from the three or three grids just to shine on the token. With a "swish", Mu Rong disappeared.

When Mu Rong came to the door, his eye sockets were unknowingly moistened. This was actually their former home, a small farmhouse on the outskirts of Shanyang City.

The big red iron gate that was mottled in my memory did not seem to be as tall as it was, and the grass and trees in the yard remained the same.

Mu Rong sucked his nose, and those memories that had been in the dust for many years, and even a little fuzzy, gradually came to life.

The door was unlocked, and Mu Rong walked into the yard with the sound of opening the door.

"Who is it?"

Tang Jie opened the curtain and walked out, and was stunned to see the people coming.

"mom!"

"Murong?!"

"mom!"

The two mothers hugged each other in the middle of the yard, and the mother who could only see her head up in the memory was only on her shoulders at this time. It will be the eighteenth year in a few months, and she finally fell into the arms of her mother again.

Mu Rong wailed loudly on Tang Jie's shoulder, suppressing many years of sadness, longing, grievance and guilt.

Tang Jie also hugged her daughter tightly and stroked her back, but unfortunately the ghost had no tears.

"Okay, my good girl stops crying."

Mu Rong plopped and knelt in front of Tang Jie: "Mom, it took so long for my daughter to be unfilial and rescued you, and it made you suffer."

...

Miao Jiang.

The day after Mu Rong left, the team members felt that they should go back. After all, Sang Tong and Hua Yunyue were so unpleasant that it was impossible for her to stay here again.

But to everyone's surprise: Sang Tong stayed for the reason of waiting for Mu Rong to return.

Sang Yu and Wang Hao went to the adjacent town to purchase materials for repairing this wooden house. Hua Yunyue gave them two Piping Gu beads to ensure their safety, but the craftsmen heard that the address was not accepted no matter how high the price was. In this job, Sang Yu didn't expect that Hua Yunyue's reputation could spread so far.

In the end, I found a good thing that was three times the price. The other party reluctantly agreed to send the wood to the foot of the mountain, and could lend them the tools.

The others have all gone down the mountain to move materials. Sang Tong stood alone on the platform Hua Yunyue and walked over, teasing: "You, the deputy director, are full of style. You have made trouble and want your people to clean up the mess."

Sang Tong rolled his eyes and did not intend to answer, but Hua Yunyue handed over the hot tea in her hand: "Uncomfortable during the menstrual period?"

Seeing Sang Tong's eyes full of precautions, Hua Yunyue smiled lightly: "I didn't spy on you, Gu's nose is very good. I will drink it personally and it will be much better."

"no need."

"If you go back with this smell of blood, you are not afraid to recruit Non-Human Bone? Or are you scared by my Gu, afraid of me?"

Sang Tong grabbed the cup and drank it in one fell swoop.

Hua Yunyue smiled and took the empty cup: "How do you feel?"

The effect of hot tea can be said to be immediate, and Sang Tong still said against his will: "So-so."

Hua Yunyue didn't pierce the few people who overlooked the unloading timber at the foot of the mountain, and asked softly: "What else do you have yet to achieve?"

"how?"

"It's nothing, I just think that you are staying with me, it's not like your style."

"Don't say anything that seems to know me well."

"I don't dare to understand, but a person like you who is unprofitable and cannot afford to hate me so much. It seems that there is no reason to stay with me and not leave. Don't tell that your conscience finds that you want to help me build the house."

Sang Tong's heart sank, and even Hua Yunyue saw the abnormality, so did Su Sifang also notice it?

She received the latest news: Except for the three villagers with milder infections, others will be taken to the cordon for secret execution this afternoon.

Those villagers have lost all memory and language skills, are extremely aggressive and infectious at night, and cannot be cured with the current level of technology of the flower planters. To prevent virus mutation, the entire village will be burned.

The decision was made by the task force leader sent by the central government, and her deputy director only has the right to know.

Tomorrow she can lead the team back, but how will Su Sifang react when he sees a ruined village.

Sang Tong's heart was confused, she felt that something had changed between herself and Su Sifang.

She vaguely knew what it was, but never dared to think about it. She still remembered that she had lost the battle with Su Sifang for a few days and was unhappy. Master said: "Sangtong, you don’t need to be discouraged. Sifang is a monk who has practiced for many years. Therefore, I have not given the dharma title for a long time because it is estimated that she is still in a catastrophe and cannot be seen by your naked eyes. Behind the Quartet sits a bottle of golden arhat that has formed, she is simple and indifferent. You are struggling with each other, so you won’t be allowed to do this foolishly in the future. Although you two have different sects, there are some places where you really have to learn from her."