My Death God Roommate

Sang Yu hid from Mu Rong, and asked timidly, "Should we... also tell grandma to pay attention to traffic safety?"

Mu Rong looked at Sang Yu, who was about to be scared to cry, and shook his head: "Go back."

at this time!

The old man with his back to them suddenly turned his head and stared at Sang Yu.

"what!!!!!"

The high-decibel screams passed the decibels of the vehicles at the intersection and spread far away.

The old man's eyes seemed to be covered with a white film, the black eyeballs looked a little fuzzy, while the white eyeballs were slightly yellow.

Her face is yellow and old, with ravines, because it is too thin, she can't pinch one or two flesh on the whole face, high cheekbones, and sharp chin.

She grinned at Sang Yu, showing almost flattened gums, and three or five long, yellow columnar teeth. From the gaps between the teeth, she could faintly see the whitish tongue.

Just when Sang Yu was about to cry in fear, she was jerked by a force and fell into a warm embrace.

Mu Rongjiang was already stiff. After Sang Yu, who did not know how to move, was pulled into his arms, he raised a hand and stroked Sang Yu’s head, twisted her head, and buried it on his shoulders, interrupting Sang Yu’s death "Attracting" eyes.

Xu Huan Sang Yu and the old man looked at each other. The old man was surprised at first, then turned his gaze to Mu Rong, smiled, and stared at Mu Rong's eyes. The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds.

But the old man didn't see what she expected in Mu Rong's eyes. Those deep and quiet eyes were filled with indifference, sullenness, and pity.

It also seems that there is nothing, nothing.

The old man was shocked by such gaze, his smile solidified, he took the initiative to withdraw his gaze, and turned his head.

It took a long time for Sang Yu to recover. She was lying on Mu Rong's shoulders, her body trembling slightly, holding Mu Rong's clothes with both hands, and crying, "Mu Rong~"

Listening to this voice, Mu Rong's heart moved, and a little pity surged, patted Sang Yu's back, and softly calmed down: "Don't be afraid."

Sang Yu sniffed, tears accidentally dripped onto Mu Rong's shoulder: "Yeah~"

Mu Rong thought for a while and patted Sang Yu on the back again.

Sang Yu raised her head and saw Mu Rongzheng looking at her seriously, and then said solemnly: "That old lady, it may be the late stage of cataract."

Sang Yu was startled, his tears broke into a smile, and he couldn't expect Mu Rong to say such a sentence, but it seemed very reasonable. Thinking about it this way, Sang Yu felt that she was not so scared.

Mu Rong let out a sigh of relief, his expression soft, and the arc of his mouth flashed by: "Let's go back."

"Hmm~!"

Before leaving, she glanced at the top of the old man's head again, still empty, and left with Sang Yu.

Returning to Xinxin's home, she went up to the fourth floor, but Sang Yu was slow to enter the house. She lowered her head and her whole body exuded nostalgia.

Mu Rong had no words, and stood quietly with Sang Yu for a while, raising his hand to knock on Sang Yu's door.

Sang Tong opened the door and saw that Mu Rong was a little surprised: "Have you come back?"

"Ok."

Sang Yu entered 402, and Mu Rong took out the key and opened the door of 403.

Ah Miao swooped and hung on Mu Rong's body: "Master Mu Rong~ I miss you so much~"

After speaking, Chi moved his nose and sniffed, resting on Mu Rong's shoulder contentedly: She really likes the breath of Master Mu Rong~.

That night, Mu Rong's soul went out of his body and went out to ecstasy. He couldn't bear Ah Miao's soft and hard foaming and handed over his body.

At twelve o'clock, A Miao was humming a little song and was preparing the ingredients for egg fried rice, when the door was knocked.

She came to the door and leaned on the cat's eye. It was Sang Tong standing outside.

"Master Mu Rong... not at home, come back tomorrow."

"Open the door!"

A Miao shivered and opened the door to Sang Tong.

Sang Tong entered the house, without saying anything, and stuck the soul-shaking charm that he had previously "picked up" at Mu Rong's house on Ah Miao's forehead.

With a "bang", Mu Rong's body fell on his back on the floor of the living room.

"Ah! What are you doing, what should I do if you break Master Mu Rong!"

Turning his head, facing Sang Tong's cold gaze, he immediately closed his mouth.

"I remember Mu Rong gave you a cell phone, right?"

"Ok……"

"Call her."

"Yes."

Ah Miao took out Dayali X and dialed Mu Rong's phone.

"Hey."

"Master Mu Rong, that, eldest sister is looking for you."

"Sang Yu has a fever and is full of nonsense. Ask Mu Rong where she took Sang Yu with Tian Tian!"

Ah Miao repeated, and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "One sentence or two is unclear, you ask her to wait a while, there is the last one tonight, I will go back in half an hour."

After Ah Miao relayed Mu Rong's words, Sang Tong took off the talisman paper on Mu Rong's flesh, turned and left.

After half an hour, Mu Rong appeared at 402, very punctual.

Sang Tong is applying anti-fever stickers to Sang Yu, and Sang Yu's expression is painful, her eyes are closed, her hands are scratching from time to time, her mouth is nonsense, and she is called Mom and Dad for a while, and Sang Tong for a while. The word "Mu Rong" will pop up.

Sang Tong looked at Sang Yu with eyes full of pain. She held one of Sang Yu's hand and comforted her softly: "Sister is here, don't be afraid."

"Where did you go with my Yaomei during the day?"

"I met an old lady who burned paper during the day and cursed a living person. That person was a bit weird, and suddenly turned around and smiled at Sang Yu. Sang Yu was shocked."

Sang Tong tucked the quilt for Sang Yu: "Su Sifang, help me take care of Sang Yu."

"Okay, Senior Sister Tong."

"Take me to the paper burning place."

Sang Tong first went to the bathroom to clean his face earnestly, gargle, wash his hands, and then went out with Mu Rong with a password box.

Along the way, the two had a cold face, but their temperament was different.

Mu Rongzhou wore a breath that no strangers should enter. Although his expression was cold, his eyes were indifferent.

And Sang Tong was on the verge of rage, and his serious expression was filled with three-point hostility.

By the time I reached the intersection, it was a little over a bit, there was not a pedestrian on the street, and there were few vehicles.

Mu Rong pointed to the place where the old man burned the paper: "This is it."

"Thank you, one thing."

"Say."

"Please use this burning paper point as the center of the circle, with a radius of ten meters and a height of about 1.6 meters, and draw a wall to protect the soul."

"it is good."

Mu Rong waved the brush in his hand. With the strength of drawing an entire building last time, the wall of the law was much easier this time.

Throughout the process, Sang Tong kept looking at Mu Rong and saw that Mu Rong was painting faster and faster. She put on her sunglasses and saw the golden magic wall this time, which was dazzling like never before.

Sang Tong took off his sunglasses and was shocked: Only a few days' effort? How could Mu Rong's thought power become stronger again!

"It's done."

"Thank you, where did you and Sang Yu stand during the day?"

Mu Rong pointed, Sang Tong nodded, put the password box on the ground, first took out a bundle of red string from inside, and surrounded the black trace left on the road with red string.

After going around nine times, the red rope just ran out.

Then he took out the golden rattle from the password box and held it in his hand. With the other hand, he squeezed a French seal on his chest, came to the position of Mu Rong's finger, stood still, shook Jin Ling, and stepped out.

"Sangyu, in the year of Yihai, half moon and a half, when he was born in Sichuan, he was frightened in the afternoon, and he was separated from his body. Disciple Sangtong, asked the ancestor to point out the road. Please return it as soon as possible."

Sang Tong read it three times aloud, then took out a yellow talisman and sandwiched it between two fingers. With a flick of his wrist, the talisman burned.

After half of the talisman paper burned, Sang Tong raised his hand and threw the talisman paper in the air.

At this quiet and windless intersection, the paper dust floating in the air actually moved by itself!

The talisman floated and fell to a place within the scope of the law wall. With a "swish", Sang Yu wearing a white nightdress squatted there!

She held her arms in both hands, her fuzzy body shrank into a ball, helpless.

Sang Tong's eyes reddened, and while shaking the bell, he walked slowly to Sang Yu and said softly: "Sang Yu, go home."

Sang Yu raised her head blankly, looking around blankly.

"Sang Yu, go home."

Sang Yu stood up and followed Sang Tong.

"Sang Yu, go home."

...

Before Sang Yu walked out of the wall of law, without using Sang Tong's words, Mu Rong took out a piece of talisman paper and pasted it on Sang Yu's body.

Sang Tong nodded gratefully to Mu Rong and shook the bell in his hand: "Sang Yu, I'm home."

In this way, Sang Tong rang the bell every three steps, reciting the soul-calling words, and brought Sang Yu home.

After entering the door, Sang Yu's soul and soul took the initiative to find his body and lay back.

When he returned to his body, Sang Yu's expression relaxed, and his tightly locked eyebrows stretched out.

Muttered: "Sister Tongtong, Mu Rong~"

Sang Tong collected the magic weapon, put the password box, washed a towel, and wiped Sang Yu's cheeks.

"Senior Sister Tong, let me recite a sutra to the donor Xiaosang."

"it is good."

Sang Tong gave up the bed, and Su Sifang held a wooden fish and sat on the ground in front of the bed.

With a sound of wooden fish's percussion, Sanskrit sounds sounded.

Mu Rong saw that Su Sifang's body exudes a soft earth-yellow light. After the golden light radiated from her, with the sound of wooden fish and scriptures, it turned into golden "swastika" characters and blended into Sang Yu's body. in.

"Are you finished with your work?"

"Ok."

"Then we take a step to talk."

"it is good."

Mu Rong and Sang Tong came to the balcony, Sang Tong put his hands in his pockets, looking out the window at night.

After a long time, she said, "My Yaomei's health is not good. I hope you will never get along alone again in the future."

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, today's update has arrived. I’m busy these few days, so I won’t reply to messages for the time being. I took the time to reply together. I read every one and tried my best to reply.

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