My Death God Roommate

Zeng Tianhan did not answer immediately, and Murong persuaded: "I can understand your feelings, but you can't treat Sangtong like this until things come to light. If she died because she didn't get timely treatment, she found out that she was not the murderer. Do you regret it?"

Zeng Tianhan owns three magical instruments and is the most orthodox descendant of the Ma family. He has a wonderful connection with the Ma family in the northeast. It is a bond that cannot be explained by science, and each other exists like family.

Even though the intersection between him and Granny Hui San is not much, the impact of Granny Hui San's death on him is still huge.

He touched the dirt bag where the grey grandma was sleeping, pressed the watch exactly like Sang Tong three times on it, and whispered to the watch: "Sang Tong is in danger and needs transfer treatment."

A line of small words popped up on the dial: The rescue helicopter is expected to arrive in forty minutes.

Forty minutes later, the rescue team arrived on time and Sang Tong was carried on the helicopter. The medical team immediately followed up and gave rescue treatment.

Zeng Tianhan sat beside Granny Gray's grave: "Let's go, I will accompany her old man again."

Mu Rong put Liu Baotian's body under the fixed wind pile at the entrance of the village, and returned to the mountain to take out the soul of Liu Sister Liu. He wanted to comfort Zeng Tianhan a few words. Seeing his motionless back in the darkness, he just stood there and looked at him. Leaving with Sister Liu.

When Mu Rong returned to the small hotel, Sang Yu rushed over excitedly, but passed through Mu Rong's soul body.

"I am back."

"Where are Tongtong and Han?"

"Your sister was injured and sent to the hospital for treatment, don't worry! She will be back soon, Zeng Tianhan... Granny Hui was killed, and he was guarding the mountain and let us go back first."

"What? Granny Hui San, her old man?"

Mu Rong nodded: "First put the soul of Sister Liu in the painting of Yanyan, and we will go back tomorrow morning."

Sang Yu said sincerely, "Thank you, Mu Rong."

The two of them washed and lay down but did not fall asleep. Mu Rong knew that Sang Yu was concerned about Sang Tong, but he didn't ask about her injury but was afraid that she would blame herself. So he stroked Sang Yu's hair and said softly: "The country will arrange the most cutting-edge for her. I’ll be back soon, don’t worry."

Sang Yu gave an obedient "um" and raised his head around Mu Rong's slender waist: "I never thought that our flower planter would have such a department, and the people closest to me work in this department."

Mu Rong listened quietly, and Sang Yu continued: "I remember the winter vacation eight years ago. The Lunar New Year passed earlier that year. The uncle and aunt bought the New Year goods early, and the family happily prepared for the New Year. Sister Tong called and said: She has very important things to do and can’t go home. Although her aunt is unhappy, she reluctantly agreed with her uncle’s persuasion. It’s just that she didn’t expect that in the eight years since then, Tong Tong Sister never went home again. Every year when I celebrate my birthday, I receive a call from Sister Tong Tong and sometimes buy me some small gifts. Now, this necklace is my birthday present, neither of us Knowing what Sister Tongtong was up to, her aunt had washed her face in tears for a while, and her uncle also shut herself in the study and smoked one by one. Now I know that she is silently doing a great job. "

Mu Rong is a very good listener. She seldom interjects but does not make Sang Yu feel left out. Sang Yu began to tell some things about her childhood, frequently mentioning Sang Tong's care for her after the car accident.

There was a feeling in Mu Rong's heart: The reason why Sang Tong joined the Special Events Administration might have something to do with Sang Yu. To be precise, it had something to do with Sang Yu's eyes.

Recalling some of Sangtong’s daily remarks, Mu Rong couldn’t help feeling: Sangtong’s love for Sangyu exceeded her imagination. In order to “cure” her younger sister’s eyes, she willingly joined an unsightly organization and bore the imagination of outsiders. The danger of not being missed, dedicated to the best youth years, even unable to return home.

Mu Rong began to understand what Sang Tong said to her that night and understand her anger.

Before dawn the next day, Empress Liu Er returned.

She walked in from the window and looked at the two people on the bed, and silently got into Mu Rong's jacket pocket. The appearance of Liu Er Niang made them think of Granny Gray, and they were speechless again.

Sitting in the car on the return journey, looking at the scenery that keeps receding from the window, the two of them felt a little heavy in their hearts.

Especially Sang Yu, she could not think of it at all before she set off: in such a developed era, there is still a place like Yuexiang Village in the thriving flower-growing home.

Ignorance and ignorance did not derive simplicity, but a lot of darkness and evil.

Everything in Yuexiang Village was like a nightmare, and I never wanted to remember it after waking up.

The people there live in nightmares forever without knowing it. All of this is planted by them. There is mercy, but it is not worthy of sympathy.

When they got home, Mu Rong and Sang Yu took a comfortable bath and slept beautifully. After they woke up, they took Luo Ruyan to visit Su Sifang.

The door was opened by Tang Lianzi. She grabbed the door frame to prevent them from entering, her nose fluttered, and looked at the people outside the door vigilantly: "Where is Sister Tong?"

"Sister Tong Tong was injured and was treated in the hospital."

"Which hospital?"

"I don't know, the news is confidential."

Tang Lianzi shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't let you in."

Sang Yu asked strangely: "Why?"

Tang Lianzi's nose moved again: "You two have a very heavy evil spirit."

Sang Yu explained: "We brought a friend here. You can't see her. Master Xiao Fang also knows her. We are here to ask Master Xiao Fang for help."

Tang Lianzi still held the door frame: "Sorry, Master Su's current situation is not very good..."

Su Sifang, who was lying on the bed, heard the sound and walked out. Seeing that it was Murong and Sang Yu, they folded their hands together and bowed, "Donor Tang, please let the two donors come in."

Murong and Sang Yu looked at each other and saw the consternation in each other's eyes: Is this stubborn person in the living room really Su Sifang?

But in just a few days, how could you become so thin?

The monk's robe was hung loosely on her body, and her face looked a little red and purple due to the sunshine from the plateau all the year round. There was no change, but it was obvious that his spirit was very weak.

There are not many words from Su Qufang on weekdays, but the bright eyes are always shining with wisdom, giving people the feeling that she understands everything even though she doesn't speak.

But now those eyes were dull and dull, like flowers on the verge of withering, although there was a trace of vitality, but they were powerless.

Su Sifang only stood for a while, and his body shook uncontrollably. He had to hold the back of the sofa behind him, panting heavily, and hobbled around to sit down in front of the sofa.

Sang Yu and Mu Rong walked quickly into the living room and sat across from the Quartet and asked concerned: "Master Xiao Fang, are you okay?"

"No problem, the two donors don't have to worry."

Su Sifang's changes are full of shock, and Sang Yu who is watching is nervous: "Have you gone to the hospital for an examination? How can you become so thin? His complexion is not very good..."

Su Sifang did not answer. She smiled weakly, and instead asked Sang Yu: "I just heard you say that Senior Sister Tong was injured. Doesn't it matter?"

Mu Rong took the question and replied: "The injury itself is not serious, but she has lost too much blood. It may take some time to recuperate before returning."

She looked at Su Sifang: "Otherwise, you clean up, Sang Yu and I will take you to the hospital, right?"

Tang Lianzi put a cup of juice on the coffee table: "Sister Tong had taken her to the hospital for an examination long ago. If she hadn't had something to leave suddenly, Master Xiao Fang might be well now."

Sang Yu glanced at her face and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm all to blame."

Mu Rong patted the back of Sang Yu's hand, and Su Sifang also smiled honestly at Sang Yu. He changed the subject and said to Luo Ruyan behind the two of them: "Luo Shizhu, don't come here without problems."

"Ruyan has seen Master Su."

"Congratulations to Lord Luo, you can live in the sun in the future."

"The master is really an unknown prophet."

"This is not the case. These two donors can bring you to meet, proving that Senior Sister Tong already knows about your existence. A few days ago, I was in poor health. Senior Sister Tong didn't ask me about it."

Su Sifang smiled sincerely, and Mu Rong was deeply moved when he saw it. Su Sifang has always been working hard to change Sang Tong. Although there is also the role of Sang Yu in the process, but with Sang Tong's temperament, Luo Ru is spared Smoke can be said to be a very big change.

"I'm very sorry, please help me in this state. In fact...Amiao was hit by the hanging rope of a ghost girl, and suffered very serious injuries. She was temporarily staying in Yanyan's body, but this Not a long-term solution, so..."

"It's okay, please come out as the donor."

Luo Ruyan changed his body, and the scroll of the thousand-year-old painting slowly opened. A Miao walked out of the painting with a few pieces of Mu Rong's talisman paper on his body, but the transparent holes on the soul body did not shrink.

Su Sifang looked at the wound on A Miao's body, his expression serious.

Sang Yu's hands gripping the skirt of the shirt were tight and tight, staring at Su Sifang intently.

For a long time, Su Sifang asked tentatively: "May the donor Amaow wish to be in bliss forever?"

"What do you mean?"

"The donor is a rootless soul. The injury is so serious that the Quartet is really unable to recover, but you can choose the auspicious day to open the Sanzang Taoist and send the donor to the Western Paradise..."

Before he finished speaking, Ami hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, this is to save me? I don't want to go. I haven't recovered my memory. I can't leave without being so unclear, and I can't rest assured. Yu, Master, you can think of another way."

Su Sifang sighed faintly: "Since the donor is so persistent, I must not be able to rest, but based on the current situation, the donor's soul may dissipate at any time. Maybe Senior Sister Tong has a way, but I don't know when she will return."

The author has something to say: This chapter is to supplement yesterday’s update. There will be another chapter in a while, but it may not be completed before 12 o’clock. In addition, the recent plot is tense with warmth, I hope not to miss it.

There may be a boat scene.