My Death God Roommate

"My mother didn't do it on purpose. When my grandfather was seriously ill, my mother wanted to do her best, but she had resentment in her heart, and her words were unavoidable. There was a conflict with my uncle, and the two sides broke off contact in anger. We... "

"If my calculations are correct, your family has already paid off the debts and still has some savings that year, right?"

"……Yes."

"Your mother is the favorite child of your grandparents, otherwise they wouldn't have given everything to help your family pay off the debts. Have you ever thought that they might be like this because they really can't afford it?"

"I tried to persuade my mother, but the relationship has become tense. After my grandfather passed away, my uncle sold the house and changed his place of residence."

"People are doing things, and the sky is watching. Some things can't escape this life, but they can't escape the next life. Your grandpa's medical expenses and your grandma's pension expenses, your family can't afford it, understand?"

"what do you mean?"

"The money will either be spent on the elderly or on the children, that's all for Miss Qu."

"I understand."

"Miss Qu, abiding by filial piety is the traditional virtue of our flower-growing nation. It is not difficult to practice under your family's conditions."

"Thank you, Master Sang."

"Yuwa, send Miss Qu for me."

"Miss Qu, please."

After sending Qu Tingting away, Sang Yu asked curiously, "Is that why Qu Zhaodi has no soul?"

"Well, Qu Tingting's grandparents love Aunt Wang's daughter very much. When Mr. Wang passed away, he left with a sense of resentment. Qu Zhaodi is not hopeless, but there are not many things left for Aunt Wang. The child is three years old. From now on, the Tianling Cap will slowly close, and the soul will not come back after three years old."

"What about Aunt Liu?"

"Wait a few days, someone can invite Uncle Li's soul here."

……

Another seven days passed like this. During this period, Mu Rong and Sang Yuqing ran every morning, went shopping, watched movies, tasted delicious food, went to art exhibitions, and actively helped Sang Yu quit Internet addiction.

And Sang Tong seems to have succeeded Sang Yu as a "head bower". She consulted a lot of information about "NPC's Dream", including game forums and post bars.

It has only been a month since the game was released, and the forum has nearly 30 posts, and the number of followers on the post bar has also exceeded one million.

The popularity can be called the number one mobile game of the year, and the development company of this game is just a little-known studio.

Sang Tong found that the studio's previous works were not comparable to "NPC's Dream", but they became a first-class platform with this game, and major industry magazines and headlines all published relevant reports.

What's even more bizarre is that this studio was able to recover funds in less than a month, invited several popular fresh meat to endorse, and invisibly attracted a group of girl fans to join the ranks of the game.

Looking at these shocking statistics, Sang Tong's heart became heavier and heavier. She had already reported the situation, but the feedback from the bureau, which has always been vigorous and vigorous, was extremely slow this time.

Sang Tong knocked on the door of 403 after ten o'clock at night.

"Are you asleep? Come here."

"Sang Yu didn't sleep either, can we go there together?"

"Row."

In 402, Murong met an old acquaintance.

After scrutinizing it for a long while, Mu Rong realized that the man with hair hanging down to the bridge of his nose and full face was Zeng Tianhan.

Sang Yu called out in surprise: "Brother Han?"

"Zeng Tianhan, why are you back?"

Zeng Tianhan raised his head and glanced at the greasy hair that blocked his eyes. He crossed his hands on his legs and his nails were very long. It is not difficult to see that he had been hiding very hard during this time.

Zeng Tianhan nodded to Mu Rong and then looked away. In front of him was a donkey skin drum and a magic whip.

Sang Tong took out the change of clothes that he had prepared long ago and handed them to Zeng Tianhan: "Go take a shower and then get down to business. I cast a shielding spell on you, and the bureau can't track you. Even if I find it, I will have my own way to protect you." .”

Zeng Tianhan snorted and did not answer, Sang Tong raised the decibel: "I have explained everything that should be explained. If I really have malicious thoughts towards you, do you think you can escape from Wang Hao's grasp?"

Mu Rong took the change of clothes and handed them to Zeng Tianhan: "Taking a bath is also more comfortable. If you still trust me, I can testify for Sang Tong. Let's talk some time, and I will give you a reasonable explanation, okay? "

Zeng Tianhan took the clothes and went into the bathroom. Sang Yu asked in surprise, "Sister, what are you talking about? Why is Brother Han here?"

Sang Tong skipped the first question: "I asked Mrs. Liu Er to help find him. At present, he is the only one who can beat this donkey skin drum in the whole flower planter. We must solve Uncle Li's matter as soon as possible."

After speaking, Sang Tong picked up the donkey skin drum and beat it, and the divine drum made a feeble muffled sound.

When Zeng Tianhan came out of the shower, Sang Tong pressed him on the chair and took out a hair clipper and handed it to Mu Rong: "You push his hair, so that people won't think I'm going to murder him."

Murong took the fader helplessly: "You all go and sit over there for a while, leave this to me."

Mu Rong looked at the clipper in his hand: "What hairstyle do you want to cut?"

Zeng Tianhan said casually: "Push it, push it all."

……

A bald head is really a hairstyle that really tests your appearance. For example, Su Sifang has a special sense of beauty with such a hairstyle, while Zeng Tianhan is inexplicably happy.

When he came in front of everyone with a bald head, there was a burst of festive laughter in the living room, and most of Sang Tong's anger disappeared.

Only then did Zeng Tianhan pick up the treasure he had missed for months and caress it carefully: "What do you need me to do?"

"Please sing a Qingfeng tune. Li Fuyong's ancestral home is Shanyang, and he died on December [-]rd of the lunar calendar last year."

Zeng Tianhan took a deep breath, and shook the donkey skin drum: "Boom!", the sound of the drum was clear and crisp.

With a burst of fine drumbeats, Zeng Tianhan babbled and sang the unique libretto of shamanism.

The air in the living room became significantly lower, there was the sound of whimpering wind outside the window, and the sound of the window being scraped.

However, Li Fuyong's soul did not appear.

Zeng Tianhan roared: "Bring the kitchen knife!"

Sang Yu ran to the kitchen and brought a kitchen knife and handed it to Zeng Tianhan: "Brother Han!"

Zeng Tianhan took the kitchen knife and hit the drum with the back of the knife: "Boom!"

"Bold and cool, you didn't show up quickly after hearing the 'three orders and five applications'? Do you want to taste the taste of the magic whip?"

As he spoke, he hit the drumhead twice more.

With a "pop", the water glass on the coffee table burst for no reason, and the overhead light in the living room also flickered.

Sang Yu shrank behind Murong in fright, tugged at the skirt of her clothes, and poked her head out.

A black figure appeared outside the window, it was a haggard old man, he was wearing a long cut-off gown and a black mandarin jacket, with hatred in his eyes.

Mu Rong handed over the soul body to Sang Yu, and threw out the soul chain to bind Li Fuyong.

A black light burst out from Li Fuyong's body, and the soul lock chain flew back to Murong's hand autonomously.

"what happened?"

Li Fuyong still maintained the state when he died, with a pale face and black lips, and his eyes were protruding and staring round because of being pissed off.

He looked around and said harshly, "Don't meddle in your own business, this is my housework!"

Sang Tong read Li Fuyong's name and lit a fine incense, and the curling cigarette drifted towards Li Fuyong, and he took a deep breath.

Seeing that Li Fuyong accepted her gift, Sang Tong said with a smile: "Uncle Li, we all know the grievances you suffered in your two lifetimes. I invite you here today to talk to you about Aunt Liu."

"What's up with her?"

"Uncle Li, you and Aunt Liu have lived together through thick and thin all your life. You know her character well. Although Li Xu and Li Xin are not filial, they were born after a hard pregnancy by Aunt Liu in October, and they took countless painstaking efforts to grow up. You cruelly left and left Auntie alone, after all, she is over 60 years old, and lost her beloved son a few days ago, if something happens to the only daughter, we are really afraid that Auntie will not be able to bear it."

Li Fuyong was silent for a while, then said in a daze: "Fengzhi's life is bitter, and he has not enjoyed any blessings after being with me for two lifetimes."

"Then can you let Li Xin go?"

Li Fuyong said firmly: "Dream!"

Sang Tong frowned, and Li Fuyong shouted excitedly: "No matter what benefits you promise me, I will not leave! If there is a wrong, there is a debt, and there is an owner. I must get it back! I and Fengzhi will still be husband and wife in the next life, I will make up for her in the next life, you don't have to worry about it!"

Murong took over the conversation: "After all, Li Xin is also your daughter. Her sins will be punished by the hell. You will be punished by the hell for murdering people. Why bother for them..."

Li Fuyong snorted coldly: "Since I dare to come, I have the confidence to deal with you. Look at what this is!"

Li Fuyong spread out his palm, and a black token floated above his palm, similar in shape to the one thrown by the ancient county magistrate when he was convicted.

Murong exclaimed in surprise: "Debt collection black order?"

"what is this?"

Murong sighed lightly: "Zeng Tianhan, let Uncle Li go."

Zeng Tianhan released Li Fuyong without saying a word, and the latter grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and disappeared.

"What's going on? The matter hasn't been resolved yet, why did you let him go?"

Murong glanced at Sang Tong, and explained: "He has a black order for debt collection personally bestowed by His Royal Highness, and no one can do anything to him. With his token, as long as he speaks, all Fengdu officials will give it convenience. The terms written in the law of the underworld. The debt collection order has four colors: green, gray, blue and black. It is held by His Royal Highness, and black is the heaviest one. "

"Some living people are guilty of serious crimes. His Highness the Lord of the Underworld will issue a debt collection order to the victim at his discretion. The token will allow people to walk in the yin and yang realms. The token will not disappear until all the debts are recovered. We can't save Li Xin, even if Li Fuyong is willing to give up. , His Highness the King of Hades will soon send two adults with a bull head and a horse face to snatch her soul away, they have committed too many crimes and exhausted their lifespan, and they will not be able to escape this retribution."