My Death God Roommate

Hua Yunyue was startled, turning Mu Rong over to see her pale lips and blue lips, her brows furrowed and her expression very painful.

Raising his hand to probe Murong's breath, it's okay!Only the breath is weak.

Hua Yunyue called the medical team. The doctor injected a medicine and carried it into the latest life capsule.

Su Sifang walked in, her head was wrapped in bandages, her face was bruised and swollen, and there were new bloody scratches on her cheeks and neck and chin, which was very miserable.

Hua Yunyue sighed softly: "Let the doctor handle it for you later."

"No problem, what happened to Donor Murong?"

"The Life Capsule is analyzing, so are you. Knowing that Sang Tong doesn't want to see you, he has to go to the mold."

"It's better to vent it than hold it in my heart. The donor Sang's position in Sister Tong's heart is extraordinary, and it will crush her."

After reading the data report, the doctor said: “The patient’s fainting caused by excessive grief, the current vital signs are not serious. As for the abnormal behavior of the patient before the fainting mentioned by Ms. Hua, they are all normal reactions: people suddenly hear that they cannot bear it. When there is negative information, the brain will instinctively refuse to accept this information, resulting in doubts and even short-term "amnesia". The length of this reflex arc varies from person to person. The subsequent retching and fainting are due to the fact that the brain gradually accepts this. Overloaded sadness triggers part of the internal organs twitching, which visualizes the feeling of heartache; the physiological activities of the gastrointestinal tract are largely regulated by nerves, and it is also very sensitive. Intense emotions passively lead to stomach cramps, and patients are prolonged No food can only be retched. Although the patient’s current vital signs are normal, I suggest psychotherapy after waking up."

The doctor hesitated again and again before continuing: "This type of patient usually has two types of reactions: manic and depressive after waking up. The director is a typical manic type, with unusually intense language behavior accompanied by aggressive behavior. Depressive type will appear. Please pay attention to the tendency of autism, hunger strike, self-harm and suicide."

"I see, thank you doctor."

"Then I'll go back first. Just ring the alarm bell if necessary, and we will come as soon as possible."

"Ok."

Hua Yunyue looked at the sleeping Mu Rong in the Life Capsule, and said leisurely: "The two most powerful players in your team have become like this before they are born. Can you still fight this battle?"

"Donor Murong's life was returned by Donor Xiaosang. The Quartet believes that she will never commit suicide, but Senior Sister Tong's situation is worrying."

"She is the acting chief after all. It's not good for you to lock her up in front of so many subordinates."

"If there are other ways, how can the Quartet make such a bad move? Now let Senior Sister Tong be released. With her personality, she will definitely use the forbidden technique to change her fate to save the donor Xiaosang."

"What is changing fate?"

"This is a forbidden technique that is powerful enough to negotiate conditions with God. The stronger the ability of the caster, the more powerful the forbidden technique is. The greater the power of the technique, the greater the cost. It is an endless loop. It has always been the obsession in Senior Sister Tong's heart, and she will definitely use the defying fate."

Hua Yunyue thoughtfully: "This is somewhat similar to the Golden Silkworm Gu Secret Art of our Miao people. The legend: Golden Silkworm Gu can summon the soul of the Nine Nethers and bring people back to life. Unfortunately, it has been lost for more than 800 years. , My master...hey."

Su Sifang shook his head: "It's useless, Xiao Sang's donor's situation is very special. She has a relationship with Sister Tong's sister in this life."

"How did Sang Yu die? Her heart was broken. There was no trauma on her body but all the blood in her body was drained. It felt a bit like a sacrifice technique."

"It's not a sacrifice technique, Xiao Sang's donor committed suicide."

"What!? Why did she do this? How did she do it?" Even if it is suicide, ordinary people can't achieve such an effect!

"If the flower donor wants to know, why don't we talk about it in another place."

"it is good."

When Su Sifang was very young, Dazong taught her: "Apprentice, it won’t take long for you to transcend to be a teacher, penetrate cause and effect, and see the past and the future. But you must remember to be a spectator who does not speak, no matter what Don't say anything lightly when you see it, otherwise you will not only be unable to change the ending, but will also change from a bystander to an authority, and you will see nothing for a long time."

...

On the day Mu Rong jumped to Wangchuan, she accompanied Sang Tong on the bank of the Wangchuan River. With a flash of inspiration, she saw what might happen in the future: Sang Yu embraced Mu Rong and manipulated the Wangchuan River to confront the prefecture.

She noticed something wrong with Sang Yu this morning, knowing that the picture she saw was about to be fulfilled, and vaguely guessed that this action would affect Sang Yu's body, but she never expected it to be so tragic!

Sang Yu even shredded his body cruelly!If you know that this will end, will you stop it?Will you tell Sang Tong?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Su Sifang is a person and not a Buddha. She just has more prophetic power than the average person, and she cannot predict it thoroughly.

Sang Tong was locked in an empty room, and the six walls were wrapped with anti-collision in order to prevent her from finding short-sights.

Just now Su Sifang gave her food, Sang Tong grabbed the rice bowl and smashed it heavily on top of her head, blood flowed immediately.

Su Sifang had never seen such a dangerous Sang Tong. With his red eyes and tyrannical expression, he wanted to bring the whole world to Sang Yu's burial.

Although Sangtong had a bad temper in the past, he seldom used swear words because of Taoism.

The rescue team rushed into the room and pulled Sang Tong away from Su Sifang. She jumped and yelled at Su Sifang regardless, and the two adult men almost couldn't hold her back!

Su Sifang laughed, saying that Sang Tong's mana would disappear for three days, during which she would not be able to change her fate even if she escaped.

Su Sifang knew that he was powerless to stop Sang Tong, but even with such a despicable way, Yogyakarta yelled at her, as long as she could survive, she would.

...

Mu Rong woke up late at night and opened the lid of the life capsule, leaving only a dim emergency light in the room.

The rainstorm lasted for three days and three nights, and flash floods broke out.

The base is mainly operated by solar energy, and now it is using reserve power sources, so the natural energy will be saved.

Fortunately, there is no one nearby. The base was designed with this situation in mind at the beginning, and there is no danger.

Mu Rong was curled up in the life capsule, and everything flashed in his mind about being with Sang Yu.

Mu Rong doesn't like taking pictures, but Sang Yu always likes to take pictures of her secretly. There are a lot of pictures of Mu Rong stored in her phone, with different angles, clear or fuzzy.

Sang Yu said: People's brainpower will decline with age, and technology can help her record and record Mu Rong's appearance at every stage.

For a while, Sang Yu liked to wake up early. After waking up, she quietly never woke her up. He waited until Mu Rong also woke up, and a good morning kiss followed, saying good morning with a smile.

Sang Yu said: When I think of myself as the person Mu Rong saw before going to bed and when I got up, I felt it was very meaningful.

Sang Yu also said: If one day she runs out of life, if Mu Rong wants to continue to do bad things, please Mu Rong personally hook her soul, and then sign a ghost contract with her.

In this way, they would never have to separate. She couldn't accept that she would forget Mu Rong once again, and she would feel heartache just thinking about it.

Mu Rong remembered these past events clearly. Mu Rong listened to these words seriously but seemed to understand.

When she woke up, she finally understood that this strange pain was called love.

Mu Rong staggered out of the house, as if stepping on cotton and needing to support the wall to stand firm.

"Murong, Sang Yu... passed away."

Hua Yunyue's words echoed again, and Mu Rong pressed his chest tightly, sweating like rain, panting heavily.

The bloodless face became haggard again.

Relying on her memory, she came to Sang Yu's room with difficulty, and pressed the wrong password several times because of her trembling fingers.

With a beep, the door opened.

The room had been cleaned long ago, and all furnishings remained the same as before, except for the faint bloody smell in the air, stubbornly unwilling to eliminate it.

Mu Rong has no memory of what happened after she jumped into the Wangchuan River, but she knows that what happened to Sang Yu is related to her. If she knew the price was this, she would not jump even if she was in the hands of black and white impermanence. !

The room was very dark, and Mu Rong touched Sang Yu's bed and lay down, burying his head in Sang Yu's pillow motionless.

A Miao floated to Mu Rong's side with a sad expression: "Master Mu Rong~, Sang Yu...uuuuuu."

It's a pity that Mu Rong can no longer see, nor can he feel Ah Meow.

Having lost the identity of the ghost, even if the ghost contract is still there, the connection between the ghost and ordinary people is extremely weak.

Suddenly, Mu Rong felt a hard object under Sang Yu's pillow, and turned on the bedside lamp to pull out the stuff under the pillow.

It was an army-green picture clip, Mu Rong remembered: Sang Yu liked to hold this drawing board when he was free, and sketch it, with a quiet smile on his face.

Mu Rong put the drawing board on his lap and stroked it over and over again.

"Master Mu Rong, don't ignore me, wow...uuuuu, Sangyu has been dead for three days, you are going to rob people, and you can't come back after the first seven!"

I don't know how long it took, Mu Rong finally opened the drawing board, and the first painting that caught his eye was himself.

The self in the painting looks cold with a ponytail, wearing a high-collar sweater, jeans, canvas shoes, straddling a bicycle with one foot on the ground, and breakfast hanging on the handlebars.

The signature is a date with two lines of fine print below.

My landlord is a bit cool.

My first encounter with Mu Rong.

Mu Rong snorted, forgetting to breathe.

The heart-wrenching pain starts in the chest and spreads to the limbs, from the inside to the outside, every inch of skin.

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