My Death God Roommate

Hearing what Lin Huan said, Sang Tong became more and more convinced of his previous guess.

It was true that the Mo family faced was not a "natural disaster" but a "man-made disaster." It was just that she couldn't figure out what kind of deep hatred it was that the other party wanted to destroy the Mo family?

This morning, Mo Chongxi said that Mo Xiaobao was sleepwalking and ate more than a dozen raw eggs in one go, thinking that he was possessed by some good animals.

After all, this place is north of Shanhaiguan. In the special incident handling bureau, there are several powerful people from the northeast who call themselves "disciples of horses."

According to legend, when Qing Hachi was in distress, he was rescued by an animal incarnation who cultivated in the northeast.

Later, Hachi sealed the north of Shanhaiguan to them, and ordered the five major families to guard the northeast for generations. It is said that the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty are here.

Although the early morning has perished, but the legend is still there, these five families are still enjoying folk incense in the northeast.

In fact, Sang Tong has also seen so-called "disciples of horses", but in the eyes of a monk who is an authentic person like her, it is the most stupid act to "lend" precious human bodies to animals in exchange for temporary abilities.

Besides, the few folk "disciples" she had met were sparse and ordinary.

However, the "disciples" who were in the bureau with her told Sang Tong that the reason why you think those people are unhelpful is because they left Shanhaiguan.

As the saying goes, the family immortal is not the river, most of the "disciples" who have crossed the Yellow River are fake.

Even if there is something on the body, it is just that after the local animals become refined, they find some mortals to play the mystery. They cultivate themselves to become refined, and they are not the same as those who have received the imperial seal.

To the north of Shanhaiguan, there is the base camp of Baojiaxian.

Don't say it's you, even if your master gets to the north of Shanhaiguan, you have to give the local family immortal three-point noodles. Sang Tong doesn't care about this. Although he works in the same department, Sang Tong looks down on those people.

She thought that Mo Xiaobao was possessed by an animal, and was about to take the opportunity to take the so-called "Five Great Families" for a while, but she came here, but she didn't see anything.

Could it be that these family immortals have gained the way and can escape the eyes of Yin and Yang, so they found Tang Lianzi and Lin Huan.

The demon is a demon after all, and the demon spirit on her body can't hide from Tang Lianzi's nose.

It's a pity that Tang Lianzi didn't smell anything abnormal, but Lin Huan's special body felt the temperature of anger.

Sang Tong sat on the sofa thinking for a long time, everyone's eyes were on her, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet.

Old Mrs. Mo was even more anxious, for fear that Sang Tong would make any unlucky assertions.

Sang Tong thought twice and said, "Mr. Mo, can you please bring Mrs. Zun and Lingyuan over to show me?"

Old Mrs. Mo gave a cold snort, she used to look down on that fox-mei, and generally wouldn't let her into this house.

But when he thought that this matter was related to his grandson, that was the "root" of the Mo School, he nodded.

Mo Chongxi called the mother and daughter over.

Sang Tong glanced at it and got a headache: Why is this mother and daughter so unlucky?

I have seen the palmistry of the two, as expected, they also had a **** disaster this year.

There was a family of five, except for Mo Chongxi, none of them could survive until the end of the year. Sang Tong was silent and his palms were cold.

From the intuition of the monk, she felt as if she had been involved in a terrible thing.

Sang Tong and Mo Chongxi arrived in the study. She stared at Mo Chongxi and looked at him cautiously: "Mr. Mo, are you a good official?"

Mo Chongxi was startled slightly, and then the temper of the superior came out, and his face was pulled: "Miss Sang, what does this mean?"

"Have you ever used power for personal gain, entrapped the people, accepted bribes, abused power, and slashed life?"

A trace of anger flashed in Mo Chongxi's eyes. He stared at Sang Tong and replied word by word: "Miss Sang, be careful."

Sang Tong noticed that even though Mo Chongxi was angry, his gaze was upright and there was no sense of guilty conscience. What Bao Xiaoxuan said was true.

"Offended, Mr. Mo, it's just that your family's matter is serious, so I asked, don't blame it."

"Oh? Miss Sang tell me, what do you see?"

"Mr. Mo, the lifelines of your family of five have all been cut off, and judging from the complexion and appearance, except for you, the rest may not survive the end of the year."

With a "pop", Mo Chongxi came up against the crime, looking at Sang Tong condescendingly, his eyes flashing with warning light: "I don't believe in these feudal superstitions, please come to let my old mother rest assured, you know me Who is it? Dare to be alarmist and nonsense in front of me?"

Sang Tong simply leaned back and hugged his arms: "I don't know the specific position. Is it just a man with a big brimmed hat? Seriously, if it weren't for a national emblem on your head to block you, you and the others would die. It's fast."

Sang Tong chuckled and said to himself: "Mr. Mo's face is the person in charge at first glance, but he is also a wife. You are destined to have three wives. Your first wife is no longer there. I want to come. Is your current wife in bad health?"

Mo Chongxi’s gaze wavered. His first wife, Mo Xiaobao’s mother, died of breast cancer when Mo Xiaobao was eight years old. Her second wife had just had her uterus removed not long ago. After that, he became ill and weak.

"I know that atheism is popular nowadays, and you also think that fate is something like that. If you believe it, there will be nothing if you don't believe it. But when the natural disaster comes down, you'd better not blame fate, it's just a coincidence. "Unfortunate", your family, everyone is bleed, but this house, Feng Shui, and the human body have no problems. It is so weird. It is the first time I have seen me. I still wonder if you have offended something. People, the other party wants to kill your house, but it’s impossible to think about it again. If your family of five live separately, who would have such great power? Mr. Mo, since you don’t believe me, I’m happy to take it easy and refund the money later. To Xiaoxuan, goodbye."

Mo Chongxi's expression changed several times, but he was blocked by the so-called "face" and had to let Sang Tong leave.

Bao Xiaoxuan trot all the way to catch up with Sang Tong: "Master Sang, what did you say to my Uncle Mo, how did you leave? You can't leave it alone, life is at stake!"

Sang Tong smiled: "Xiao Xuan, go back first. You can ask your Uncle Mo to find someone he can trust. He will come back sooner or later and find me again.

Four, no, it is very likely that there are five lives! Since she participated, how could she stand by, but she really couldn't see the family's problems, so she could only say goodbye and go back and think about it.

Back at the shop, Mu Rong was alone, Sang Tong put down the password box and sat at Mu Rong's desk.

Thinking of Su Sifang's words, Mu Rong closed his stern expression and asked, "How is it?"

Sang Tong was a little surprised, and truthfully replied: "It's very tricky, I need your help."

"Talk about it."

"I went to his house just now and it was very clean. It was very similar to Bao Xiaoxuan's. But the lifeline of their family of five was broken, I'm afraid they won't survive the end of the year."

Mu Rong frowned: "How could this be?"

"I can't see through it, so I want to ask you to help me. Could you please look through the dead book and see if there are these people's names on it. Did they die of their lives or die injustice."

The book in the hands of the judge is called: Life and Death Book.

As a student of the Death Academy, Mu Rong also has a book in her hand called: Death Book.

As the name suggests, it records people who have recently reported to Fengdu, which is convenient for the students of the college to arrange work.

But there are many kinds of death: one is the end of life, the other is inevitable, and ninety percent of them will die.

Another is called: death due to grievances, that is, your life is not exhausted, and death due to accident can be avoided.

In folk terms, the first type is calamity, which is inevitable.

The second type is called "Han".

Some people say that most of the "seventy-three" and "eighty-four" elderly people will have a hurdle. If they pass, they will be safe and unable to pass...

Sang Tong didn't know whether asking Mu Rong to check the pamphlet would violate the laws of the prefecture. When he saw that Mu Rong took out a talisman and stuck it on his forehead, he was overjoyed.

According to the laws of the local government and the rules of the Death Academy, she could not tell the contents of the mortal book without authorization, but when she thought of the five living lives, she decided to help.

She hasn't checked her mother's sentence for a long time. She is afraid that the above numbers will make her collapse and make her lose hope in life, and she is afraid that she will become a machine because of the above numbers.

Being Sang Tong's assistant also hopes to accumulate some merits through these things.

Sang Tong handed a note with the names, gender, age and general situation of the five people.

Mu Rong opened the booklet, and quickly found the names of the five people on it.

Just as Mu Rong was about to speak, he saw the visitor through the glass door of the shop, his heart jumped, and he was speechless in shock.

Sang Tong also turned around, and saw that Sang Yu had returned and had not been in the shop for a long time. It turned out that she had gone to cut her hair.

From the original shawl and long hair, cut into ear-length hair, the new hairstyle looks a bit like myself.

Mu Rong looked at Sang Yu in a daze, a little dazed.

Some even can't tell, is you in the painting or reality?

How could Sang Yu cut her hair without saying a word?

And this hairstyle is exactly the same as the hairstyle that Sang Yu cut in the third year of high school in the world.

Since then, Sang Yu’s hair has never grown longer. The last time Mu Rong saw her, she also held the hair like this, handed her diary to herself, and said to her, “If you miss me in the future, just look at it. Look."

Mu Rong's breathing was stagnant, and there was a tingling pain in his heart. Maybe it was because her soul was out of her body at this time.

The pain was stuck in the soul.

The author has something to say: Once again, the content, logic, story, and legend of this article are all made up.

The background of the times is overhead.

Some Buddhist and Taoist schools’ mental formulas and sect aims are made up for me. Don’t take it seriously and don’t sit in a seat.

Thank you