My Death God Roommate

Located in the Xinxin Homestead on the outskirts of Shanyang City, it was 4:30 in the morning.

At door 403, a family of three stood in pajamas with an angry face.

The host put his arms around the boy who looked six or seven years old, and said nothing.

The hostess should be more spicy. She is fat, wearing a cotton pajamas with a foundation print. Sanyang City is located in the north of the flower planter. In late autumn, it is more than four o'clock in the morning, and it is cold time before dawn.

"Open the door! Not at home, open the door!"

The chubby middle-aged woman waved her sensual fist and banged on the closed door 403.

"Shufen, forget it, maybe it's not at home, let's come back during the day."

"What the hell! The house is going to be a water curtain hole, you are a waste, what else can you expect? The big ceiling light I just changed a few days ago was soaked for me."

"If you are not at home, please open the door quickly. Your house is leaking. If you don't open the door anymore, I will call the police!"

As he was talking, 402 who was facing the door opened the door, and a shaggy young man stuck his head out: "What's the matter?"

The resident of 402, A Ming, is a freelance otaku. It was just after four o'clock when he heard the sound of "cultivating immortals". He couldn't bear his curiosity and opened the door.

"Boy, do you know this owner? It's too shameful. I'm 302 downstairs. I just finished the renovation a few days ago. It's not hot yet. This guy is leaking water and the crystal headlights are all Flooded me!"

Aming shook his head: "I don’t know, eldest sister, you didn’t start knocking like this. Maybe you’re not at home. Don’t knock. The neighbors will be woken up in the middle of the night. Today is the weekend. People may go out to play. No, I don’t think it’s better to let the eldest brother find the property first, close the main valve, and then see if the fire alarm is reported to open the door, or wait for the owner to come back during the day to private.

"This guy is right, Shufen, stop knocking, I'll go find the property owner."

"What did you think about long ago? Gaha just now, just look at it, look at this, it's annoying!"

As I spoke, a stream of water overflowed from the crack in the door, and I didn't need to open the door to know the "tragic situation" in the house at this time.

Shufen raised her foot in disgust, and there was a sound of water in the floor room.

Unwillingly, she punched the 403 gate, swept her son, and went downstairs first.

At this moment, a girl in a black robe walked towards her face. The girl was dressed weirdly. She wore a large pure black robe, the length of which was down to her feet, and her cuffs were so wide that she could not see her hands.

The girl has a ponytail, nice features, fair skin, and thin lips pressed together, but her expression is colder, showing a sense of unkindness.

Shufen was still mumbling how much money was spent on decoration, how she liked the crystal headlights, as if she hadn't seen the girl at all.

The girl walked towards her, and the narrow corridor could not accommodate three people walking side by side. The girl didn't see the intention of dodge. The next moment, a strange scene happened.

With a "huh", the black-robed girl passed straight through "Shufen"'s body, but Shufen still complained, without realizing it.

The girl lightly tapped her toes, and she floated like this!

Toward 403, go through the door.

The water in the room was as deep as the ankles, and some daily necessities floated on the water. On the big bed in the bedroom was a young girl who looked exactly the same as the girl in the black robe, but with a trace of blood on her face.

The **** the bed was wearing pajamas, with green silk scattered, and a yellow talisman paper stuck on her forehead.

The black-robed girl looked around for a week, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes, she pinched a seal, and volleyed towards several drains in the room. A whirlpool appeared on the originally calm water surface, and the sound of "snoring" draining came out. After half an hour, most of the stagnant water in the room was drained.

"Murong, you don't want to catch me!"

In the silent midnight, the empty community suddenly heard a stern cry.

The black-robed girl teleported to the window and saw the security guard of the property standing downstairs. The dim street lamp shone his face pale and pale. The security guard held a large board in his hand and pointed at Mu Rong's house. window.

Mu Rong flew out directly, stopped in front of the security guard, hung his feet half a foot in the air, holding his arms, and said coldly: "Huang Yanan, you were not a big freak in your life, but after you died, you ran away from my hands. Now you are seizing the body of a living person. These are all serious crimes. Don't you want to be a human in the next life?"

The security guard glared red eyes, his body trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth leaked transparent liquid, and he said vaguely: "I don't want anything in my next life! Don't reincarnate, don't die! Mu Rong, I will give you the things these times. Warning, don't mess with me! There are so many souls in the world, why are they staring at me!"

Mu Rong squinted his eyes, his expression getting colder: "Do you think it's okay to hide in the body of the soul?"

With a sound, a black iron chain as thick as a baby's arm appeared out of nowhere in Mu Rong's hand.

The security guard glanced at the iron chain, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed strangely: "Murong, do you dare? Open your ghost eyes and see? The owner of this body is bad luck, and his fortune is very low. I am sick again, and my soul is very unstable. If you force me, he will not survive!"

Mu Rong took a deep breath, with a dangerous warning look in his eyes, staring at the security guard's eyes, but did not move.

The security guard laughed more and more wildly, spreading far away in the empty community, he slowly backed up: "Don't follow! Otherwise, I'll be hit to death!" After speaking, he turned and ran.

Mu Rong watched the security guard disappear in her sight, and did not chase, she sighed leisurely, looked up to the sky, the east turned pale, she should also go back to the body.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yanan's power has become so strong that he has reached the point where he can be possessed...

Mu Rong floated back to 403, floated to the bed, and lay back. As the two figures overlapped completely, the **** the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

Mu Rong raised his hand to remove the talisman paper on his forehead, put it under the pillow, got up and got off the bed, stepped on the wet floor with his bare feet, and cleaned it up.

Early the next morning, Mu Rong took the initiative to 302 downstairs and knocked on the door.

"Who!"

"Hello, I am the resident of 403 upstairs."

When Shufen heard this, she was furious and pushed open the door, and yelled in spite of it: "You are back, look, look, look at our house that let the water soak? This big lamp..."

The woman's voice stopped abruptly, and Mu Rong took out a wad of pink tickets from the bag and shook it in front of the woman's eyes, threw the paper bag back with a "pop", and handed the bag to Shufen casually.

"Sorry eldest sister, I was not at home yesterday and the faucet burst. I will pay for your loss in full. Can you see if this is enough?"

There was a polite smile on Mu Rong's face, her words were gentle, but there was no warmth under her eyes, as if her words and deeds were only mechanically executing a certain fixed procedure.

Shufen took the bag and looked inside. Not only was there enough, but there was also surplus, and she immediately turned her anger into joy.

"Oh, girl, this property is really true. The waterproofing is not good at all. I will have to go to them for a while and collect so many property fees a year. No matter what, your water tap has burst. Come with me? See if the loss at home can be recovered?"

"I won't go, so eldest sister, you are busy first, shall I go back first?"

"Hey, okay, it's okay to come to the house to stop by!"

The moment Mu Rong turned around, the polite smile on his face disappeared.

She didn't go home, but went straight downstairs, to the parking lot, and to the corner where a mountain bike was parked.

Mu Rong is very busy.

During the day, he is the owner of the paper shop, serving the living, earning some money, and supporting the body.

At night, he is acting as the **** of death, serving the underworld, accumulating yin virtue, and saving mother.

You can get to the store within 15 minutes by bike. In recent years, flower growers have begun to promote cremation. As an advanced model city, Sanyang is one of the pilot cities.

The funeral center was just completed at the end of the previous year and is located on the outskirts of the city.

As soon as the funeral center was completed, the nearby housing prices plummeted. Many residents were very dissatisfied with this. Those who had the conditions chose to move out. Mu Rong found this opportunity and bought a 403 in Xinxin's home at a very cheap price. number.

Fifteen minutes further west by bike from Murong’s Zhazhi shop, it is the funeral center of Shanyang City. Because of its advantageous location, Zhazhi shop has a good business.

Mu Rong stopped in front of a breakfast shop halfway, and the lady boss saw Mu Rong and walked over with two pockets with a smile.

It contained a cup of sugar-free soy milk and four vegetable bags; Mu Rong hung the bag on the handle of the bicycle and nodded to the proprietress.

"Today is also three yuan and five, and two hundred and sixty-two yuan is left!"

The lady boss watched Mu Rong walk away and shook her head: "This girl, after eating for two years, she won't change her face."

Mu Rong parked the bicycle, carried the plastic pocket, took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, bent down and opened the lock, lifted it up, and the iron door rolled up with a sound.

With a "hoo", a yin wind blew out of the shop, and Mu Rong walked in with a cold face.

The shop was remodeled from an old garage, and there were a lot of “big pieces” in it. The scalpers, white horses, pink clothes, and green clothes all had no eyes.

Of course, there are other "transportation tools" such as sedan chair and sailing boat; as well as a large number of incense candles and wreaths with blank elegiac couplets.

When the lights were turned on, the shop was still a little gloomy. She went to the desk, opened the bag and ate breakfast.

The author has something to say: Xinkeng, I wish you all a happy New Year's Day~ Mameda.

In 2018, I hope we can walk together hand in hand.