My Death God Roommate

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Sang Tong sneered: "A monster is a monster. What can you do if you take a person's name? You kill two people, and Su Sifang is also at risk. When you cross the calamity, there will be nine days of profound thunder falling and smashing you. Extinct!"

Sang Tong's eyes flashed fiercely: I don't know whether the world in this painting can summon the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder?

"I never thought about killing people. I just want to live in this world like you. Why can't you give me a chance?"

"You have no chance!"

"The person in your arms was not stabbed by me. Why should it be counted on my head? And she is not dead yet. I showed up to see you because I wanted to make a deal with you."

Seeing Sang Tong's silence, Luo Ruyan continued: "I can let you go, but I want you to swear by your soul, and you can't hurt me after you go out."

"Where are the souls of Li Jiaming and Bao Xiaoxuan?"

Luo Ruyan thought for a while, tilted his head, and a trace of puzzlement flashed in his eyes: "They have merged with this world. This is their "real world", isn't it good? They are still a couple, no I will grow old and I will not die. Isn’t this the life you humans have been pursuing since ancient times?"

Sang Tong hugged Su Sifang and looked at her red-stained skirt, suffocating with heartache.

She has been fighting secretly with the person in her arms, but she is not as good as her in every way.

After a long time, he gave birth to an "unusable" that Sang Tong didn't want to admit. For so many years, he always bullied Su Sifang when he met, but this person never showed any dissatisfaction.

Sang Tong raised his head and stared at Luo Ruyan's eyes: "I can promise you, but I want you to swear."

"Why? We can't lie when we paint souls."

"Oh, if you are not willing, I would rather die with you."

"Well, Luo Ruyan swears to let her go away, otherwise I won't die well."

Sang Tong raised his palm, flexed his thumb and little finger: "I, Sang Tong, swear to the sky here, if Luo Ruyan lets me take Su Sifang out of here, I will never make any more ancient paintings in this life, otherwise I will not Good death."

Luo Ruyan waved his sleeves, and a luminous door suddenly appeared in front of Sang Tong: "Walking out from here is the real world."

Sang Tong wrapped his hands around Su Sifang's armpits, dragging Su Sifang, who was already unconscious, towards Guangmen.

With a "swish", the scene in front of her changed again, and the scene became her home in Shanyang City, which is Xinxin Home No.402.

The furnishings in the room are all the same, except that there is an ancient painting on the wall. Su Sifang put his hands together, sitting cross-legged in front of the ancient painting, with his flesh lying beside him.

Mu Rong floated in the air, but Hao Jiefang and Sang Yu were not seen.

"What about the rest?"

Mu Rong replied: "As soon as you went there for five days, Sang Yu stayed here forever. She was exhausted. I advised her to take a rest. Hao Jiefang has something to do, so go back first."

"Thanks, come and help."

"What happened to Master Xiaofang?"

Sang Tong didn't answer, but said to himself: "I will return to my body first. You help me pull out the peach wood sword from Su Sifang's abdomen, and put a talisman on her head. Don't let her soul disperse."

"it is good."

Mu Rongyi did what he said, and Sang Tong turned back behind him, but without looking at Su Sifang, he walked straight to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of water was heard from inside.

After bathing, Sang Tong opened the lockbox and carefully took out an orange-yellow Taoist robe from the inside. This robe looked a little old, and the outer hexagrams embroidered with Fuxi's Eight Diagrams on the two gussets.

Zuo Jin is: Tian Qian, Ze Dui, Huo Li, Lei Zhen.

The right gussets are: Dikun, Shan Gen, Yuekan, Feng Sunda.

On the hem of the skirt is the inner picture of Fuxi's Eight Diagrams-Yin and Yang Two-pole Eight Diagrams.

Sang Tong also neatly put on a hat matching the Taoist robe. In the very center of the hat: there is a small pattern that resembles the combination of the sun and the moon.

She silently set the altar table, lit three incense sticks, raised her eyebrows, respectfully worshipped for three times, then inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then prostrated on the ground, giving a five-body salute.

After praying three times, he stood up.

"The disciple Sang Tong, the sin is serious, and there is no distinction between the real and the false. After entering the world in the painting, he was fascinated by the illusion and accidentally injured the soul of his friend. In order to redeem his sins, he asked the ancestors of the past generations to temporarily borrow the magic power to help the disciple launch the nine-day return to the source to restore the friend soul."

When the words fell, the three sticks of incense in front of him flashed together, and Sang Tong was overjoyed: "Thank you, ancestors and masters of the past."

She took a cinnabar pen and drew a lot of complicated runes on Su Sifang's flesh, and finally pierced her **** with a brooch, and spotted a drop of her blood on the center of Su Sifang's eyebrows.

Sitting cross-legged beside Su Sifang Yuanshen, he chanted in a low voice: "Ren Gao protects me, Ding Chou protects me, Renhe saves me, Ding You protects, Rencan manages the soul, Ding Si nourishes the spirit, Taiyin canopy, Dihu Tianmen, Wuxingyu Step, Xuannvzhen, sitting and lying in Mingtang, hiding in hiding..."

A very old and complicated set of formulas, which lasted five minutes to recite, near the end, Sang Tong opened his eyes abruptly: "Nine-day return to the origin technique, hurried like a law!"

This is the first time Sangtong has used this kind of advanced spell. Her master told her: to activate the Nine Heavens Returning to the Origin Art, it must be a powerful person. If the mana is not enough, she will be in danger during the activation.

She has seen it once.

That time, she held her senior sister's warm body and returned to the school by a special helicopter.

Her senior sister is Dandan's mother.

At that time, the senior sister was actually dead: the soul was broken, the blood was burned out, the three souls and seven souls were also scattered, and even the body was bruised and bruised.

But Sang Tong didn't believe it. She couldn't accept the older sister who had been teaching her, helping her, comforting her, and accompanying her since she started, so she died in front of her.

Her master is also a stubborn temperament, knowing that she can't do it, and together with the other three powerful persons of the Special Event Management Bureau, she urged the sister's nine-day return to the source...

Sang Tong knew that with her cultivation base at this time, she would most likely die from exhaustion during the operation, but she couldn't just watch Su Sifang flying away in front of her.

If the soul is dead, even the chance of reincarnation is gone!

That's why she specially asked the ancestors of the past to help...

However, what she never expected was that the process was so smooth, and apart from being a little tired, there were no adverse reactions.

And Su Sifang's injured soul is also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sang Tong frowned and felt something was wrong...

Before she could think about it, the soul of Su Sifang slowly opened her eyes.

"Square!"

"Sister Tong, where are we?"

"At home, at my house, I brought you out, don't say anything, I will send your soul back to the body first."

...

"Murong, Master Xiaofang! Look at it!"

Sang Yu pointed to the ancient painting on the wall and exclaimed.

Mu Rong, Hao Jiefang, and Su Quartet approached.

In the ancient painting, on the tombstone-like stone next to the painting monster, the outline of the third face faintly appeared.

It is Sang Tong!

"How could this be!"

Mu Rong turned to look at the butter lamp above Sang Tong's head. There was no problem with the wick lamp oil, but the flame was small and pitiful. In this windless room, it flickered slightly, as if it would go out at any time.

Su Sifang looked solemnly: "Amitabha, Senior Sister Tong is afraid that she is in danger."

"Master Xiaofang, what should I do! My sister, my sister..."

Su Sifang squatted next to Sang Tong, stretched out two fingers, probed Sang Tong's nose, and then went to probe Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming.

"These three people currently have a breath. Senior Sister Tong's soul is in the painting. If her soul dies, her body will be silent, and now she still breathes, but this soul-protecting lamp is so small, and Senior Sister Tong faintly appears on the ancient painting. I’m afraid I’m in some danger."

"What is the danger?"

"The Quartet has never seen the painting demon before. This is the first time. I guess it should not be a life-threatening situation, but I can't see what it is."

Sang Yu knelt down beside Sang Tong, sobbing in a low voice: "Sister Tong Tong, you can't be okay, don't leave me."

Mu Rong looked at Sang Yu, turned his gaze to the ancient painting, discarded the distracting thoughts in his heart, and stared at one point on the painting intensively, trying to "awaken" his own eyes of "emerging light."

Unfortunately, things backfired.

She had to come to Su Sifang and whispered, "Master Xiaofang, can't you see what happened in the painting?"

Su Sifang folded his hands together and sighed slightly: "No, this painting has gone through thousands of years, and it has become a world of its own. My eyes are just the eyes of the Dharma, and I can't see so far."

Mu Rongxiu's eyebrows frowned: Listening to what Su Sifang meant, is there still an eye above the Dharma Eye?

With sobs behind him, Mu Rong's memories flooded.

Sixteen years ago, Yao Yaoling deployed a large number of police forces to carry out a carpet search. After three days, she finally found her who was only ten years old in a cave.

At that time, she only knew that Mu Haijun was going to sell her, to a place far, far away, and could never go home again, and never see her mother again.

When she ran, Mu Haijun also said that he would break her leg if he caught her.

She was very scared, so she could only listen to her mother's last request and flee desperately.

When Yao Yaoling found her, she was dying, and when she recovered, she saw her mother's ashes.

The government paid for the cremation and owed the funeral center for the storage of ashes.

She had also been like Sang Yu, kneeling helplessly on the ground, in front of rows of tall shelves, there were countless cold grids, and various boxes were placed in the grids.

She knelt there, holding her mother's ashes in her arms, and her cries echoed in the empty storage.

In such an environment, her cries seemed particularly crippling. People passing by sporadicly fled like flying, no one stopped, and no one comforted her.