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 people, and her life was not much, it was considered to be When it comes to the punishment that deserves it, the punishment of never having to live beyond life is too serious."

"What can I do? The blame can only be blamed on her own greed. If she lives peacefully, 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 **** 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, and Mu Rong said again: "No one is born 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 separate from the whole world. Since seeing 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 superborn. Is it because the other party is the Pipa ghost king, so he can protect himself?"

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

"what!!!"

A scream cut through the night sky, and Mu Rong glanced in Qu Tingting's direction. The argument with Hao Jiefang just now was so serious that the person was missing!

"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 gaps between the groups of mice. .

Even Mu Rong and Hao Jiefang had a numb scalp when they met, let alone Qu Tingting.

Mu Rong had seen such a large number of rats.

However, there is a world of difference between this group of mice and 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 there is nothing to 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, stomped her feet, 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 and irritated the people in the room to nausea.

Hao Jiefang couldn't bear 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 is dead, but the cockroach is not.

The dense cockroaches were about to climb on the sofa, Qu Tingting picked up a cushion and furiously 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, and Mu Rong'ai is clean and hygienic so that she stays in such an environment, which is 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 short consternation, Qu Tingting turned his eyes and passed out.

"Qu Tingting!"

"Vulcan, Fengshen is here!"

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

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

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

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

Fortunately, the smell didn't last long. After the flames, there was another breeze that completely dispelled the smell in the air.

Qu Tingting floated in the sky, her clothes fluttering, 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 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 wind, and said, "It's coming."

"Sang Tong."

"Ok?"

"Pipa Ghost King's mana is profound, we are probably not opponents."

Sang Tong simply sat on the ground, 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 one. As a member of the Incident Handling Bureau, it is my duty 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 reborn in his soul body 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? He will recover a point every time he absorbs a soul mana, 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. There seemed to be a lot of things she wanted to say tonight that Mu Rong'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 cleanup of the heterogeneous across the country. No, the ones who can escape from our hands are either smart or we can’t help, such as Yelou River Demon, Pipa Ghost King, mass graves in your northeast, Yuexiang Village in Yuexiang, and some fall asleep. We dare not 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 feeling.

"These monsters, if they are not handled properly, they will bring catastrophe 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 planter can be healthy. The development has formed a virtuous circle. Our Special Incident Handling Bureau is an invisible force, facing a war without gunpowder; Fuso’s sorcery, Goryeo’s puppetry, and Western sacrifices and curses 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 will the ten altars of wine be placed?"

"Place five altars in the garden, hurry up!"

"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 and recalled Sang Tong'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 made a small gap in this indifferent tranquility, 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 lingering in her heart. She always felt that she had forgotten a very important thing, just like she had forgotten the way home, and she could only wander about outside.

"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 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 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 NPC.