My Death God Roommate

Sang Yu stood outside the door and couldn't enter, his heart pounding.

When she fell asleep last night, Luo Ruyan showed up and told her to cut her hair like this.

She asked why, but Luo Ruyan did not answer, but intuitively told Sang Yu that this hairstyle was related to Mu Rong.

She took a long time to cut her hair and returned with anticipation. Seeing Mu Rong's eyes looking at her, she was nervous and happy.

"Come in, why are you standing outside?"

Sang Tong pushed open the glass door and invited Sang Yu in.

Mu Rong turned away, exhaled, his thoughts drifting away.

Mu Rong thought about the seal of memory in the painting for a long time, and finally decided to keep it.

Even if it is not true, it is only in the dream that she can lead such a fulfilling life, with family and friends.

Sang Tong praised: "Well, the new hairstyle is very good~"

Sang Yu's cheeks were a little red, and he secretly looked at Mu Rong.

Sang Tong returned to the table and tapped his fingers on the table: "How is it?"

Mu Rong turned his head, his gaze flicked over Sang Yu, and replied: "The five people are all recorded on the same day, and they all died injustice."

"Sister Tongtong, what's wrong?"

Sang Tong recounted what happened today, his face was full of distress.

She muttered, "Where is the problem?"

The three of them fell silent, feeling at a loss.

When it was time to close the shop, the three of them went home together. Mu Rong walked behind Sang Yu, looked at her new hairstyle, and asked himself: Will Ding Lei constructed by the painting demon appear in real life? It is better not to appear. .

Mu Rong was frightened by his own thoughts. What does it matter to Sang Yu to marry?

They... don't seem to be so familiar, right?

In fact, before Sang Yu moved in, except for Hao Jiefang, Mu Rong had no friends around him.

In Hao Jiefang's words: mortals will die, forget all this life, and re-enter the next cycle.

However, Yin Chai jumped out of reincarnation and lived forever in Fengdu City.

That night, Mu Rong went to ecstasy as usual, while Sang Tong sat on the sofa thinking hard, Sang Yu finished washing and went to bed early.

In the dream, she saw Luo Ruyan again.

Luo Ruyan looked smug: "Well, Mu Rongxi doesn't like your new hairstyle."

Sang Yu smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

"Thank you, a trivial matter~! Have you ordered the kimchi jar?"

"Ok."

"When the kimchi is marinated, send a jar to Mu Rong."

"Good~."

"Smoke."

"Ok?"

"Can you tell me Mu Rong's dream?"

"No way, anyway, just do as I said."

Luo Ruyan's mind was first opened, and she learned a lot from Mu Rong. She knew Mu Rong and was also grateful to Mu Rong.

He encouraged Sang Yu to lead the real life to the content of Mu Rong's dream, which was counted as a reward for Mu Rong.

"Yanyan, I want to ask you something."

Sang Yu told the strange things about Mo Chongxi’s family, and Luo Ruyan replied: “Although I have practiced for thousands of years, I have been living in paintings. If you can lend me your body and let me meet him, you may be able to see What."

...

Mu Rong flipped through the dead book, made sure that today's work was finished, and dialed Hao Jiefang's number.

I also said about Mo Chongxi.

"You said, what's the matter?"

Hao Jiefang flipped through his death records and saw that the causes of death of five people were: drug overdose, car accident, excessive blood loss and brainstem hemorrhage.

"Mo Chongxi lost too much blood, Mrs. Mo had a brainstem hemorrhage, Mo Xiaobao was taking medicine, and the mother and daughter were left in a car accident. The family died on the same day. Don't you think there is a story?"

With that, Hao Jiefang made a little bit of Mo Xiaobao's name and cause of death.

"You mean..."

Hao Jiefang closed the dead book, lit a cigarette, and said: "We are only responsible for taking people. If you hold the dead book, but help the people above to escape the catastrophe, is it a foul?"

"These are five lives! They..."

"There are so many dead people every day, can you take care of it? This is their fate, you take care of these five people, is it fair to others?"

"Murong, you have changed. Don't forget your purpose and mission in life. Your mother is still waiting for you in Tiewei Mountain. Compassion is stupid. You helped them escape the death. Who will help your mother? ?"

"The last time I didn't let you enter the painting, you just wanted to go in. Now that people have the determination to sacrifice their lives, why should you take risks? If you can't get out of the painting, what will your mother do?"

Mu Rong was silent for a long time and asked, "Hao Jiefang, if one day my life is in danger, will you save me?"

Hao Jiefang took a big puff of cigarette and replied after spitting it out: "I will, I will protect you from the end of your life, and then report to the underworld, and successfully become a well-organized evil spirit, without falling into reincarnation."

At three o'clock in the morning, Mu Rong returned home.

The daylight in the north is getting longer and longer, and it's getting brighter after four o'clock.

After the soul returned, Mu Rong did not get up immediately, but closed his eyes.

Since becoming a badass, she has hardly slept, walked through the world in the painting, and her living habits have somewhat changed.

After a while, she actually fell asleep.

She had a dream.

In the dream: Mo Xiaobao suddenly went mad and chopped Mo Chongxi with a kitchen knife. Mo Chongxi fell in a pool of blood and convulsed. During the pulling, Mrs. Mo accidentally fell and knocked her temple on the corner of the table, causing cerebral hemorrhage.

But Mo Xiaobao's stepmother saw her life and took her daughter to escape by car. Due to excessive tension, there was a car accident, and the mother and daughter died on the spot!

Mo Xiaobao looked at the corpse of his family with a frantic smile, turned out the medicine chest, poured out a lot of red, green and green pills and capsules, and swallowed them.

"Ah!" Mu Rong sat up with sweat.

A Miao floated outside the room, and asked with concern: "Master Mu Rong~ Doesn't it matter?"

It's a pity that Mu Rong returned to his body and couldn't hear Ah Miao's concern.

She got up to the living room and poured herself a glass of water, but she sat on the sofa with a cup of water in a trance. Time passed, and she knocked on the door at Sangyu. She was still wearing pajamas.

Sang Yu looked at Mu Rong and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you sick? Your face is very bad."

"Where is your sister?"

"It's coming out, I'll call you first."

"Come in and sit down and ask your sister to come too."

Sang Yu walked into the bathroom, took out a hot towel and handed it to Mu Rong: "Why are you sweating, do you want me to go to the doctor with you?"

Mu Rong shook his head, that dream was too real, and Mo Xiaobao's behavior evoked the memory of her killing Mu Haijun.

Sang Yu leaned over, raised his hand to caress Murong's forehead, a layer of sweat.

Grabbing Mu Rong's fingers again, cold.

Mu Rong looked at Sang Yu, who was close at hand and full of concern, again in a daze. She looked at her eyes exactly as she had dreamed.

Mu Rong ghostly said, "I want to eat kimchi."

Sang Yu smiled, as if there was a sea of ​​stars in his eyes: "I just ordered a kimchi jar. When the pickles are ready, I will bring you a jar. What do you want to eat?"

"Cowpea, pickled pepper."

"it is good."

When Sang Tong came in, he saw this scene: the two were close to each other, and his sister was holding Murong's hand.

She coughed heavily, and Lord Mu Rong withdrew his hand, pulling away from Sang Yu.

Mu Rong stated his dream. As soon as his voice fell, Sang Tong's phone rang.

Bao Xiaoxuan said anxiously: "Master Sang, come here quickly. Yesterday Xiaobao was'sleepwalking' again, and she almost cut Uncle Mo with a kitchen knife."

The earpiece's voice was too loud. After Mu Rong heard it, his face paled. The dream came true? what does this mean?

On the way, Sang Yu said in her heart: "Yanyan, when you get to the Mo family, you find a chance to occupy my body and see what happened to their family."

After entering the Mo family, Mrs. Mo was sitting on the sofa wiping tears.

Sang Yu's body trembled suddenly, and she walked straight over, holding Mrs. Mo's hand, and comforted: "Grandma, don't be sad."

Old Mrs. Mo looked at Sang Yu with tearful eyes, beat her chest with one hand, and cried out sadly: "A sin! What kind of sin has been done by our Lao Mo family! Father and son have broken each other, how can I face seeing the ancestors? Zong!"

Sang Yu suddenly got up and walked behind the pillar, shaking again.

A voice floated in his heart: "Xiao Yu, I saw that on the day when the Mo family went to the grave on the Ching Ming Festival, there was a mountain fire. The fire was very fierce. Yao Yao Jiu came. Later, Mo Zhongxi used the relationship to suppress the matter. You find a way to bring the topic to their ancestral grave, and let Mrs. Mo speak out about the fire, and see what your sister and Mu Rong say."

Sang Yu thought for a while: If he talked to Sang Tong, he would definitely arouse suspicion, so he walked to Mu Rong's side.

Since the morning, Mu Rong's face has been very bad, Sang Yu held Mu Rong's arm, and the latter's body was tight.

She stood on her tiptoe and leaned against Mu Rong's ear and whispered: "Mu Rong, did you think it was their family's ancestral grave that had a problem?"

Mu Rong flashed a flash of inspiration and turned his head to look at Sang Yu in surprise.

The distance between the two is very close, only a few centimeters between the tips of their noses.

Mu Rong stepped back subconsciously, but was held back by Sang Yu: "Don't tell me Sister Tong Tong!"

Mu Rong nodded. Seeing that Sang Tong hadn't noticed here, he walked to the old lady Mo and asked, "Grandma Mo, how long has your family not worshipped the ancestors?"

Upon hearing this, a guess flashed in Sang Tong's heart.

Mrs. Mo wiped away her tears: "Our family attaches great importance to filial piety. We go to the ancestral grave every year to pay homage to our ancestors at Qingming Festival. This year, when we go to the grave at Qingming Festival...

Mrs. Mo's words came to an abrupt end. The area where the ancestral tomb was on fire was so large that it had already constituted a crime. This matter was the secret of their family and could not be said.

Sang Yu asked, "Grandma Mo, what happened when she went to the grave?"

The author has something to say: Sang Yu’s golden finger: Luo Ruyan~