My Death God Roommate

"Yuwa'er, if you are afraid, go back to your room."

"Ok."

Sang Yu walked toward the room, but couldn't bear curiosity when he reached the door, so he grabbed the door frame and stuck his head out.

"Are you ready?"

Mu Rong nodded and turned his wrist with a "crash" sound, and the black soul chain appeared in his hand.

Sang Tong opened the cloth bag, a blue smoke floated out, and the female ghost appeared. Almost at the same time, the soul chain was wrapped around the female ghost.

Seeing the female ghost, Sang Yu subconsciously covered his eyes, but his fingers owed a gap, leaving only Mu Rong's figure.

Su Sifang looked at the female ghost, folded his hands together, lowered his head, and chanted the Buddha's name with pity.

He raised his robe, sat on the ground, closed his star eyes, and recited the mysterious and solemn Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.

Suddenly, everyone in the living room held their breath, except for the deep and melodious Buddhist scriptures.

Sang Tong took out bull's tears, tapped two drops, looked at Su Sifang, but couldn't see anything.

The same is true for Sang Yu. She has taken the hand, her eyes are attracted by Su Sifang, but like Sang Tong, she can't see anything abnormal.

The female ghost was surprisingly quiet, and her slightly silly expression became clear with the recitation of the scriptures.

Xu is Mu Rong who has been sealed by the shadow, and he can clearly see: At this time, Su Sifang's whole person is emitting a thick and solemn golden light.

On top of her head, there was a ten-thousand-character Buddha seal, and every word that she read turned into a golden word, and it softly melted into the female ghost's body.

Mu Rong's brain was blank, and he felt that the scene in front of him was so kind, even... familiar.

I saw the steel bars that penetrate the female ghost's body disappeared!

Turned into countless light spots, dispersed in the air.

With a harder wrist, Mu Rong pulled the female ghost back to her standing position.

Slowly, the blood-stained skirt on the female ghost was also purified, and finally even the stains on her face disappeared.

The originally crippled female ghost turned into the appearance of a girl next door, with a decent dress, fresh face, and clean eyes.

But Su Sifang did not stop, chanting the scriptures forty-seven times before slowly opening his eyes.

Sang Tong seemed to know what Su Sifang was going to do, and said, "Wait."

But Su Sifang didn't pay any attention. There was a shallow arc on her lips, and she looked at the female ghost with clear eyes and kind eyes.

"Wow!"

Mu Rong's soul chain opened by himself and retracted into Mu Rong's hand.

Sang Tong asked eagerly: "Who killed you, who kept you in it, who is Ayu!"

The female ghost only smiled at Su Sifang alone, and her ethereal voice came out: "Thank you."

Su Sifang folded his hands together, closed his eyes again, and chanted: "Amitabha."

When the voice fell, the female ghost's body turned into several light spots, after wandering around Su Sifang for a week, it condensed into a blue smoke and drifted westward.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. Although they didn't know where the female ghost had gone, they could probably guess that the female ghost was overspent.

Sang Tong was itching with hatred, and grabbed the cushion on the sofa and hit Su Sifang on the head. The latter remained motionless and received the blow willingly.

"I have something to ask! Why are your hands so fast!"

Su Sifang opened his eyes and smiled faintly: "But Sister Sister, you only let me do a super-surgery for her."

Sang Tong grabbed the cushion and made it up twice, Su Sifang did not dodge or hide, still smiling.

It was not until Sang Tong stopped fighting that she stood up from the ground, owed her hands to Sang Tong, and said softly: "Senior Sister, the authorities have already let go, why are you persistent?"

Sang Tong's chest fluctuates violently: Isn't this nonsense? Taoism pays attention to: save people and help the world.

This is obviously a homicide, and from the four coffin nails, it is inferred that there is probably a connoisseur who is working for a tiger. If this person is not picked out, what should I do if he does harm?

Now that's all right, send the female ghost away directly, and all the clues are broken!

Sang Tong glared at Su Sifang. She was at odds with this person's aura. Every time she met, she was half-dead with anger, without exception! In the light of breaking the power, the mana is lost in a few days.

Had it not been for the important task this time, she wouldn't have called this person!

Sang Tong hurriedly walked to the room, dragged Sang Yu's arm back to the room, and closed the door with a "bang".

Before Mu Rong came to Su Sifang, the two looked at each other for a long time before Mu Rong asked, "Where is the female ghost?"

"Where she should go."

"Did you send her to reincarnation?"

"Amitabha, it is not my work. Everything has cause and effect. The opportunity of the female donor has arrived."

Mu Rong lowered his eyes, and Su Sifang seemed to know that Mu Rong hadn't finished asking what he said, and waited patiently.

"Why do people live?"

Su Sifang looked at Mu Rong, laughed, and replied, "In order to return to the original place."

"Why can't some people go back?"

"Because there is something to look for."

"Thank you."

"Amitabha."

A Miao looked at the two dumbfoundedly as if he had listened to a book from the heavens, unable to speak.

Mu Rong returned to the room, Su Sifang turned his head and looked at Ah Miao again, showing a friendly smile.

A Miao rubbed her hands, still a little ignorant.

"Does the donor have a problem?"

Ah Miao wanted to answer no, and felt that the person in front of him was too kind, and didn't want to end the conversation like this, so she followed the words just now and asked: "Can I go back to where I should be someday?"

"Will do."

"Then why am I still here?"

"Because of the donor you lost something very important."

"what is it then?"

"Amitabha."

"Can I go back if I find it?"

"Yes."

A Miao muttered: "Then I still don't want to find it, it's pretty good now..."

Su Sifang glanced at A Miao approvingly: "The donor is quite wise."

"what?"

"Amitabha."

The door of the second bedroom opened, and Sang Yu and Sang Tong walked out.

Sang Yu knocked on the door of the master bedroom: "Murong~"

The door opened, and Mu Rong stood in front of the door, looking at Sang Yu, without speaking.

Sang Yu's eyes flashed, and he said softly, "Mr Zhang from the Jiajia Group called and wanted to invite us to dinner. The car is already downstairs."

"I won't..."

Sang Tong said, "Let's go together. I have lost all mana these days. Mr. Zhang seems to have something to do with us."

Murong paused and replied: "Okay."

Somehow, when Mu Rong wanted to refuse, he suddenly thought of Liu Xue's thanks before he left, and Su Sifang's overpowering of the female ghost just now, followed by a strange feeling, and he agreed.

A Miao floated over: "I want to go too."

Sang Tong flicked his eye knife: "Where are you going? Just stay at home and listen to this smelly monk's lecture."

A Miao shivered, and cast his help-seeking gaze on Mu Rong's body, but the latter was expressionless and did not pay attention to her at all.

Ah Miao had to give a grievance "Oh" and floated to the corner.

"Su...Master, do you want to be together?"

"She was the same year as you, and a few months younger than you, and you are not a Buddhist disciple, just call her "Xiao Fang"!"

"Besides, it's finally hard for someone to have a big meal and bring her? Huh, let alone meat when the time comes. You can't even have onion, ginger, and garlic. Xiao Fang will take care of the house too!"

"Sister Tongtong~"

Sang Yu glanced at Su Sifang apologetically: "Sorry, my sister is in a bad mood these days, don't mind."

"It's okay, Master specifically explained that you must tolerate Senior Sister Tong."

Before "breaking power", Sang Tong decisively went out with the two.

There were three black cars parked in front of the building. An extended Cadillac was sandwiched between two Hummers. Manager Sun, the person in charge of the Jiajia Building, stood by the door of the car. He saw Sang Tong and the others come down, smiling and pulling away. Door: "Three, please, Mr. Zhang is waiting for three in the car."

Sitting in the car was a woman who looked the same age as the three, dressed in a well-cut black suit with long shawl hair, looking down at a document.

"boss Zhang."

Zhang Jiajia looked up and smiled in greeting: "Please sit down."

Sang Tong sat opposite Zhang Jiajia, shook his hand, and praised: "Zhang's skin is really good~ If you didn't know in advance, I thought you were a college student at school."

"Miss Sang is really good at talking. I will be thirty-six after this year."

"Zhang, a business prodigy, can make such achievements at a young age, and has been committed to charity, which is admirable; to introduce, this is my youngest sister Sang Yu, who just graduated from university this year, this is..."

"Murong."

"Hello."

Mu Rong nodded in response and looked out the window with his arms folded. Sang Yu shook hands with Zhang Jiajia.

"Miss Xiao Sang, which university did you graduate from?"

"XX Academy of Fine Arts."

Zhang Jiajia was startled: "I didn't expect to be a junior girl."

"Mr. Zhang also graduated from X Beauty?"

"Ok."

Zhang Jiajia looked at Sang Yu and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast."

After speaking, I didn't know what I thought of, he sighed softly, closed the folder in his hand, and handed it to Sang Tong: "Miss Sang, please take a look at this."

In the folder is a bidding plan, the location is in Shanyang City, Sang Tong saw the bidding area exclaimed: "Two thousand five hundred acres! How many hectares is it equivalent?"

"16.5 hectares." Zhang Jiajia replied.

"With such a large area, is Mr. Zhang going to develop a new building?"

Zhang Jiajia shook his head: "I plan to develop into a golf course."

"In the Northeast, the maintenance cost of the golf course in winter is quite high, right?"

"Miss Sang, look at the location. If my group wins the bid, are you capable of handling this piece of land?"

Sang Tong browsed again: "Yellow Desert Ridge?"

Hearing this place name, Mu Rong's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at Zhang Jiajia coldly: Yellow Desert Ridge, one of the largest mass graves in the Northeast.