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, and there are many souls who were supposed to wander in the yin house on the earth and then reported to the underworld. For some reason, the souls 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 swiftly to the outside of a hall with three large characters on the plaque: Reincarnation Hall.

"Your mother lives here for the time being. There are still more than 20 days before her reincarnation. You cherish this time. If you have anything you want to say and do, take this opportunity to do nothing. 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, thank you."

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 main hall is a three-legged tripod over three meters high. The evil spirits with green skin and fangs kept adding firewood to the bottom of the tripod. The green flames burned very vigorously but there was a sound, and 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, small grids with black holes are densely nailed, 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 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 and a 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 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 reborn from here is determined by his old man’s bones. A song called "Yuan Tiangang Bone Song"? It is said that it was inspired by Yuan Tiangang's meeting with Mr. "True or Not" when Yuan Tiangang was walking on the night of the night. But Yuan Tiangang only learned to get rid of the fur. It seems to me that it is completely inaccurate to call Bone Songs. Otherwise, why are people born in the same year and the same day as rich and some beggars?"

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

"hold on."

"Wait 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 has not 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."

Mu Rong didn't expect this Mr. "True or False" to write this one day and night. Fortunately, Hao Jiefang was with her. 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 life of the Lord Hades. 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 eyes were unknowingly moistened. This was actually their former home, a small farmhouse in the outskirts of Shanyang City.

The big red iron gate that was mottled in my memory didn't 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 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 clearly by raising her head 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 has no tears.

"Well, my good girl will stop crying."

Mu Rong plopped and knelt in front of Tang Jie: "Mom, it took so long for my daughter to be unfilial to rescue 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, the trouble between Sang Tong and Hua Yunyue was so unpleasant, it was absolutely 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 to the team.

Sang Yu and Wang Hao went to the neighboring town to purchase materials for repairing this wooden house. Hua Yunyue gave them two piping beads to ensure their safety, but the craftsmen heard that the address was not accepted no matter how high the price was. For this job, Sang Yu didn't expect Hua Yunyue's reputation to 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 rest of the people have all gone down the mountain to move materials. Sang Tong stood alone on the platform Hua Yunyue and came 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 didn't 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. It will be much better if I drink it personally."

"no need."

"If you go back with the 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 in one hand and drank it.

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 wood 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, not like your style."

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

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

Sang Tong's heart sank, even Hua Yunyue could see 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 pulled to the cordon for secret execution this afternoon.

Those villagers have lost all memory and language skills, and are extremely aggressive and infectious at night. They cannot be cured with the current technological level of the flower growers. In order 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, just 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 a few days of fighting with Su Sifang and was unhappy. Master said: "Sangtong, you don’t need to be discouraged. Sifang is a monk who has practiced for many generations. Therefore, I have not given the Dharma title for a long time because it is estimated that she is still in a catastrophe, and you can't see it with 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 be such a fool in the future. Although you two have different sects, there are some places where you really have to learn from her."