My Death God Roommate

The author has something to say: Yesterday it was written that there was a power outage, and it was written that this man was lying on the bed and was pressed by a ghost. He had a clear consciousness and could not move his body.

The female ghost climbed up from the soles of his feet and lay down on his chest, slowly raising her head...

Then my house went out of power [bye bye manually].

I waited until after 4 in the morning without a call, and fell asleep.

I woke up at noon and ate a spicy spicy soup. Half of my saved manuscript was lost. I thought about it and just repaired the plot, otherwise my house would be power cut.

It's just that every month on the night of the full moon, Jia Jia Xin Mart will close the door one hour earlier, and put two large iron buckets at the door for burning.

Mu Rong sat among a group of children, reading stories to them patiently, and the scenes of coaxing them to sleep were deeply impressed in Sang Yu's heart. .

The Netherworld and Yangjian had put aside the young spirits for 30 years together, and it was settled peacefully and easily. Who would have thought?

This incident gave Sang Tong a lot of inspiration and also caused her to think.

Most cultivators do not like to encounter two evil spirits.

One is the army soul, they have the stubbornness and perseverance that other ghosts do not possess. People with low cultivation bases will directly choose to retreat when encountering the army soul.

The other is the young spirit. The young spirit has hardly done any bad things during his lifetime, which will inevitably make people feel compassionate. However, the young spirit’s mind is immature and will behave pervertedly after being affected by hostility, and will often behave like an ordinary person. Unforeseen behavior.

She saw another possibility in Mu Rong's body.

Buddhism emphasizes transcendence, while Taoism emphasizes saving the world.

Over the past 30 years, there have been so many capable people and strangers in the Yin and Yang realms, but no one treats and deals with these young spirits as equal "people".

This stems from the nature of human beings, and the non-my race has a deep-rooted mindset.

Even if these young souls were humans before they were alive, once they become a threat to human safety after death, the first thing people think of is to solve them by force, once and for all.

Sangtong’s creed is to kill demons and eliminate demons and protect the safety and stability of the flower family. However, are there other possibilities and methods for the word "except"?

...

Zhang Jiajia's salary was very impressive, and Sang Tong gave Mu Rong seven of the ingredients and gave another 10%.

Sang Tong explained, "Didn't you make an order with Mr. Zhang, and prepare some toys and snacks for those children on the fifteenth of every month? I will count as one too."

Halfway through the banquet, Zhang Jiajia put down the glass: "Miss Sang still remember the land of Huang Desert Ridge?"

"Yeah, remember."

One of the most famous mass graves in the Northeast, the Shanyang Municipal Government held an open tender for the development of the land, and at the same time introduced a series of tax-free support policies.

Zhang Jiajia once asked Sang Tong to help deal with the land with a sky-high price, but was rejected.

"Why, Mr. Zhang took it down?"

"Don't mention it, I was taken down by a large consortium in the Fusang country. I was angry when I think about it. Why do our own land give Fusang the green light! Hey, no way, the other party is the oldest large consortium in the Fusang country. , My strength is too weak. I tried to find some friends to develop together, and they didn’t agree with it when they heard it was Yellow Desert Ridge."

Sang Tong smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, you may not like to hear this sentence, but it is still the same sentence: Some places can be moved, and the reason why some places are shelved must have its reason. Cheap, but also a lot of trouble, are you right?"

"That's right, I'm much more comfortable after hearing what Miss Sang said, but I'm not convinced to help Sang Guo cross his feet."

Sang Tong didn't speak any more, she had a bad instinct.

The country of Fusang and the flower growers are feuds. Although the relations between the two countries have recovered in recent years and the economic exchanges are also prosperous, the elderly in the hearing said that many years ago, the country of Fusang sent a group of onmyojis to lurk in the flower growers. . It was discovered by the Special Event Processing Bureau that the two sides had fought against each other several times, and it took several years to remove the group of onmyoji.

The loss of this battle was very serious, and the previous generation of directors was sacrificed in that battle.

As a flower planter and a member of the Special Event Management Bureau, Sang Tong has a very bad impression of Fusang Country. He hopes that Fusang Country can learn the lesson from last time and stop looking for it.

...

On August 15th Mid-Autumn Festival, Bao Xiaoxuan prepared a generous gift to Mu Rong and Sang Tong.

Since the Mohist incident was resolved, there has been little contact between them.

However, Bao Xiaoxuan could not forget Mu Rong and Sang Tong. They subverted her world view and cognitive view, and saved her life.

Bao Xiaoxuan especially wants to be friends with her two, but she also knows that there is an unreachable distance between them.

Sang Tong's identity is mysterious and his background is unfathomable. On the surface, he is just a capable Mr. Yin and Yang, but Bao Xiaoxuan saw the clue from Mo Chongxi.

Mu Rong is a bad guy. Bao Xiaoxuan always thinks that it is only a character in a fairy tale, and compared to Sang Tong, Mu Rong seems to be more mysterious, with cold eyes and a taciturn personality, and he exudes a breath of strangeness.

What Bao Xiaoxuan admires most is: Mu Rong has a feeling of looking at money like dung. When he saw her luxury car and the luxurious decoration of her home, Mu Rong didn't see any waves in his eyes. This is definitely a rare species in today's society.

Bao Xiaoxuan sighed softly, lay on the bed and applied a mask, and boarded the forum.

She posted a post with the title: Maybe I can solve the supernatural incident that happened to you.

Despite the different personalities, Bao Xiaoxuan still wanted to integrate into the circle of Mu Rong and others, and came up with such a method-to help Sang Tong find potential customers.

The post has been posted for almost two months, most of which are irrigated, and few people come to solve the problem.

As long as Bao Xiaoxuan is not busy, she will top it by herself, keeping the post in the front row.

"Ding Dong".

A netizen named Zhongqing Gongzi Ruqingjian sent her a private chat message.

"Is the original poster here? If you are not a liar, I hope you will save me."

Bao Xiaoxuan sat up all of a sudden, typed a series of words, thought about it, and felt that her reaction was too enthusiastic, so she deleted all of them and sent a question mark.

The other party immediately replied: "I am also from Sanyang City, if you really have the ability to help me! There is a female ghost who wants to kill me!!"

Bao Xiaoxuan quickly pulled a paper towel and wiped off the wet essence on her hands: finally waited for the big fish!

A man in his twenties sits in front of a writing desk. There are various talisman papers on the walls and windows in his room. There is a portrait of Zhong Kui hanging on the door and a red string is wrapped around the door handle.

He held his shoulders, kept shaking his legs, fixed the screen anxiously, turning his head from time to time.

The screen showed that he was chatting with a host called "End of Science", and the other party hadn't answered yet.

"I can introduce a very powerful master to you, but the other party charges a high fee. If the problem is not solved, no money will be paid, okay?"

The boy's expression was shaken, and he cracked out a line: I will pay as much as possible, please leave me a contact information!

He moved the cursor to the send button, just as he tapped his index finger.

The room fell into darkness and the power went out.

"what!!!"

The boy's reaction was very fierce. He yelled and hurriedly touched the Avalokitesvara, which was next to the computer, put his arms in his arms, jumped onto the bed in a panic, pulled the quilt over his head.

Turn on the lighting facilities of the mobile phone: "Nanwu Amitabha, the evil spirits are retreating, the Bodhisattva blesses, the Buddha blesses!"

The boy shivered while clutching the quilt, hugged Guanyinxiang tightly, and knelt on the bed.

He pulled out the address book and was about to call his best friend, but because he was too scared, he pressed several times before choosing the right number.

"Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please redial later..."

The boy hung up and called again, but the result was the same.

With a beep, a prompt pops up on the screen: Your battery is less than 19%, do you switch to power saving mode?

The boy remembered: his cell phone has just been fully charged!

He looked at the battery icon in the upper right corner, the battery on it was full.

In the next second, the green battery icon decreases at a speed visible to the naked eye, green turns yellow, and yellow turns red.

The "beep" dialog box pops up again: Your battery is less than 4%, please charge it in time.

Before the boy even clicked the "OK" button, the shutdown animation flashed on the screen.

The boy screamed again and threw the phone along the stitches.

"Woo..."

A strong wind blew by, and the scraping windows banged, but the sound did not seem to be caused by wind.

But like a knock on a door, slowly, with a fixed rhythm: "Bang, bang, bang."

There was a pause for more than ten seconds, then three more beeps, looping non-stop.

The boy in the quilt was already sweating and thirsty. He hugged Guanyin and shrank his body: "The merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, save me, please, save me! I don't want to die! Amitabha ,Amitabha!"

...

The boy didn't know how long time passed.

During this period, due to lack of oxygen and high temperature, he was on the verge of fainting several times, so he did not dare to lift the quilt, but opened a small slit to allow air to flow in.

Until the faint light penetrated through the gap.

The boy first opened the gap a bit bigger, and looked out along the gap, and saw that the room was already bright and there was no suspicious thing, then he lifted the quilt and put the Guanyin phase on his chest, with a big mouth. Panting heavily, his clothes are already soaked.

He looked at the sky outside the window with lingering fears, glad that he had lived another day.

Thinking about it, the boy burst into tears in despair.

A few minutes later, the sad sob stopped abruptly, because the boy saw that the originally bright window was covered with handprints.

Bao Xiaoxuan took a leave of absence and drove to the coffee shop agreed with "Sentimental Son Ruthless Sword".

I sat at the third table by the window that the other party said, and after a while I saw that the person hadn't arrived, so he dialed the number of the passionate son.

"I'm here, where are you?"

The other side paused for a while, and a woman asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Bao Xiaoxuan looked at the number, "Hello, is the boy who called me just now?"

"Oh, you said that young man, he said that his cell phone is dead, let me use it."

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

After hanging up the phone, Bao Xiaoxuan chuckled: This affectionate boy is rigorous enough.

She picked up the jasmine tea, but her eyes were attracted by a fiery red figure outside the French window.

A man in his twenties who looked like he was wearing a big red suit, even his shoes were red, and his messy hair had not been washed for a long time, and it was greasy on his forehead.

The man was holding an object in his arms, and a closer look was a bottle of Guanyin.

Bao Xiaoxuan couldn't help but laugh: This person is really festive. Is this going to be a pillar in the temple?