My Death God Roommate

Just after breakfast, business came to the door.

A middle-aged woman walked into the paper shop with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. The two were dressed in plain clothes, their eyes were red and swollen, and they looked sad.

"Is the boss here?" the woman asked hoarsely.

"I am."

A hint of surprise flashed in the other person's eyes. I didn't expect such a young and beautiful girl to engage in this kind of industry.

"Boss, I want to buy a big white horse for my spouse, how much is it?"

"Do you need to burn it?"

"Then trouble you, we don't understand this very well."

"A white horse is one thousand and two, and it will be burnt and fifty."

"Okay, trouble you."

"Credit card or cash?"

"cash."

The woman took out a black handbag and took out a roll of red tickets from the inside. There were only eight. The woman smiled embarrassedly, took out all the money in it, and counted it.

Looking at the money in her hand, a trace of sorrow flashed in the woman's eyes. The teenager beside him saw it, and silently took out several hundred yuan bills from his arms and handed them to his mother.

"Where did you get the money?"

"In the morning, Uncle Chen who gave my father's ashes gave it to him."

Mu Rong looked at the mother and son in front of him, his eyes dim and dim: "Madam, please write down the birth and death year and name of your lover."

The woman's fingers were rough, her joints were swollen and deformed, and she couldn't hold the pen, so her son had to write the pen.

Mu Rong took the note and took a look: Zhang Zhijun...

She didn't catch this person recently. Mu Rong looked at the crumpled pile of banknotes on the table and said, "Madam, this is the case. Times are advancing. I recommend you another vehicle."

After speaking, he pointed to the sailing boat in the corner: "This French ship is three hundred and five hundred and five, plus the burning fee, which is 400 in total. It has the same effect as the white horse. Would you like to think about it?"

The woman's eyes lit up and she hesitated to ask: "Is it really the same as the white horse?"

"do not worry."

Mu Rong returned the extra money, and the woman thanked again and again and took her son away.

The two left the paper shop, and Mu Rong slumped on the table before receiving the money.

With a "brush", Mu Rong in the black robe separated from his body.

A young man in a white robe dressed in the same style as Mu Rong looked at her with a smile.

Mu Rong frowned, his thin lips pressed into "one", staring at the boy.

The young man smiled brightly, and sat down on Mu Rong's desk: "Men ride white horses, women ride cows, go out sedan chair, return home boat, Mu Rong, the local government has rules, you are revealing the secret."

Mu Rongbai glanced at her: "I didn't say anything, they bought the boat for cheap."

"Well, well, I can't tell you, but you can be regarded as grabbing Mr. Yin Yang's job? You..."

"Stop talking nonsense, you called me out with a soul-shaking charm, what's the matter?"

The white-robed boy jumped off his desk, rubbed his hands, and said in kindness: "Isn't this going to be a holiday, my hand is a little tight..."

"Hao Jiefang, you are also an old ghost who has been dead for more than a hundred years. You don't have any savings? Borrow money from a living soul? How many times have you been?"

"Hey, we are ghosts. The older we get, the poorer we are. I sacrificed for the righteousness and heroism of the nation. When I died, I was only sixteen. There were no children behind me. After my parents passed away, no one burned paper for me. College How much money you opened~ How can we say that we have known each other for almost one hundred and fifty years, and you have opened such a large bank, help me!"

"It's fifteen years."

"Yes, yes, you are all right, one year in the sun, ten years in the underworld~"

"Well, I will burn it for you later."

"Thank you!"

"What's the matter with Zhang Zhijun?"

"I'll check it for you."

As soon as Hao Jiefang raised his hand, a book appeared out of thin air in his palm, flipped a glance, and replied: "Oh, your boat is really sold right."

"How to say?"

"This Zhang Zhijun was killed. The foreman owed his salary for half a year. Zhang Zhijun took the lead and wanted to go through labor arbitration. The news leaked. The foreman asked Zhang Zhijun to drink and brought him to the shelf after he got drunk. , Pushed it down, faked a drunken fall from the building, and this ship can just take him home and avoid the pain of wandering."

Hao Jiefang closed the booklet, and the booklet disappeared in the next second.

Seeing that Mu Rong didn't say a word, he walked over and patted her on the shoulder, and said with relief: "Yangjian has its own set of laws. We can't control it. Take a step back. Even if the foreman escapes the sanctions of the law, the judge remembers it. It is clear that the punishment will come, but sooner or later."

"I know."

"Give me more! Just leave me here and save it. After you die, I will return you the profits and you will become a rich man!"

Mu Rong was amused by Hao Jiefang. Although the smile was fleeting, it was as if the ice had melted and the snow melted.

"Wait a moment, I will burn you the boat with the money, and you will take the boat to Zhang Zhijun and let him sit home."

"Ok."

Mu Rongyu lifted the talisman on his forehead, and then heard Hao Jiefang ask: "Has Huang Yanan caught it?"

"No. Yesterday she flooded our home, and then she took possession of a security guard in the community with low fortune to warn me that she didn't know where she was hiding at the moment."

"I'll help you find it, and you will save some snacks for yourself. If you let the judge know, you will be punished again."

"Got it."

"Take care of your physical body. If the physical body dies, the bond between you and your mother will be broken. Even if you can continue to do guilt, the merits will not accumulate in her body."

Mu Rong nodded solemnly, and took off the yellow talisman on her soul forehead.

Huang Fu turned into ashes, and a strong suction came from her body, sucking Mu Rong in the black robe back.

Mu Rong, who was lying on the table, opened his eyes, and the front was empty.

She was just an ordinary person, by chance, she took a trip to the underworld when she was ten years old, pressed her two souls to the judge, and became the only living soul student in the Death Academy.

With the naked eye, Mu Rong couldn't see the spiritual body when his soul was not out of his body.

Put the four tickets on the table into her pocket, walked to the corner to pick up the sailboat, and took two strings of ingots she had folded herself.

Around the garage, large and small braziers were placed in the back yard. Mu Rong threw the sailboat and ingots into the largest brazier, and took the flamethrower to spray into the basin.

A strong wind blew, Hao Jiefang stepped on a small boat under his feet, and the cabin was piled high with gold ingots.

He laughed from ear to ear, squeezed a tactic, read Zhang Zhijun's name, Xiao Zhou "shun", carrying Hao Jiefang and disappeared.

Mu Rong returned to his desk. There was still a piece of paper lying on the desk with Zhang Zhijun's name written on it.

She picked up the note, held it in front of her eyes and looked at it for a long time, and finally gathered the note into a ball and threw it into the paper basket by the table.

In the afternoon, a few waves of guests came, and several thousand yuan were sent. Mu Rong decided to put an end to today's business, turn on his rarely used computer, and log in to 88.com.

Hao Jiefang was right, she must take care of her body for the sake of her mother.

Mu Rong published an advertisement calling for tenants.

[Recruitment of rent-free tenants]

Requirements are as follows:

Gender: Female, who has no bad habits.

Requirements: Because I have narcolepsy, I need a roommate who does not go out after dark to help with housekeeping and rent-free.

After posting the advertisement, Mu Rong tidied up, locked the store door, and left on his bicycle.

In the late autumn in the north, the days are short and the nights are long. She needs to take care of all personal issues before it gets dark. The sun is completely set and work is about to begin.

...

In the glass house in the Intensive Care Unit of Sanyang Municipal Hospital, there is an old man who is dying of wind, with various instruments in his body, and has completely lost consciousness.

Outside the glass house, a nurse was breathing, fiddled with his cell phone, and occasionally raised his head to take a look at the situation inside the ward.

From the naked eye, the old man just lay there alone.

But in Mu Rong's eyes, a dial appeared directly above the old man.

The clock is still working normally, but judging from its trembling second hand, it seems likely to stop at any time.

Mu Rong opened his palm, and a small pocket watch appeared in his palm. The old man's time was still a few minutes away from the time shown on the pocket watch...

She leaned her arms against the glass behind her and closed her eyes.

The fingers tap his arm rhythmically, as if bored, and as if recording time with his fingers.

"Beep Beep Beep" the life monitor issued an urgent warning sound, without the need for notification from the nurse, the doctor had already ran over with several nurses.

The "Glass Room" became crowded, and Mu Rong, who was leaning in the corner, was incompatible with the busy figures around him, but no one noticed her existence at all.

"Defibrillation, 200! Quick!"

"The 200-joule charging is complete!"

The old man's body, as the defibrillator was shaking, the doctor put the defibrillator back in place, and while performing CPR, he looked anxiously at the straight line on the instrument.

At this moment, Mu Rong opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to have no wave of coldness. In the bottomless depth, the icy cold was revealed.

With a sound, an iron chain with the thickness of a baby's arm appeared in Mu Rong's hand.

She walked slowly to the bed and put the iron chain on the old man's body while the dial above the old man's head stopped.

The magical scene appeared again. The old man's body was clearly lying on the bed, but the same old man was trapped in the iron chain.

"I am the ecstasy messenger of the Death Academy, Wang Qinghai, your time is here, come with me."

With calm words, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, Mu Rong finished speaking, pulling one end of the chain and turning away.

The doctor who was doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation stopped suddenly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the person next to him: "Announce the time of death."

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