My Death God Roommate

Mu Rong ran out of the yard without looking back, Li's anxious shouts lingering in his ears.

At the moment when Li Shi was knocked into the cellar, a thought flashed through her mind.

About the string of letters on the beads.

It was unprecedented for Mu Rong to knock Li Shi into the cellar.

Trapped in the cellar can certainly escape, but in exchange for a heavy conscience.

Although Li Shi is just a ghost trapped in this world, she cannot remain indifferent or do nothing.

As Sang Yu said: Do what she wants to do.

"Dog!" The gunshots were getting closer, and Murong called out while running.

There was a wolf dog barking behind her, and before Murong could react, she had already been pounced on, she raised her arm to block it, the wolf dog bit her forearm, and the blood spurted out from the tearing and the flesh was mutilated.

Fusang soldiers in khaki uniforms dragged the wolf dog away, and she was surrounded.

This period of history that can only be seen in textbooks, Murong is in it.

She was held by Fusang soldiers with guns and escorted to an open space. Most people in the village were arrested. They were so panic-stricken, seeking human instinct to gather together to comfort each other.

Murong searched around, but there was neither Sang Yu nor Li Shi and Goudan in the crowd, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Fusang soldiers surrounded everyone in the open space, held guns and occupied the commanding heights, with wolf dogs guarding them.

A young man named Tie Zhu in the village suppressed his fear and shouted in the crowd: "What are you doing!"

The leading soldier spat and waved his hands, and two Fusang soldiers rushed into the crowd aggressively and dragged the iron pillar out.

Tie Zhu's father and son had a fight with the soldiers. A Fusang soldier raised his gun butt and hit Tie Zhu's father heavily on the head, and blood gushed out immediately.

"father!"

I don't know whose child started crying, but his parents blocked his mouth as soon as he started to cry.

Tie Zhu's eyes were red, and he shouted: "I will fight with you!"

"Bang bang!"

Tie Zhu's body stopped, his eyes widened and he looked down at the bleeding chest, the muscles on his face twitched, a few painful words came out of his throat, and he fell down straight like that.

Warm blood flowed out slowly, spreading all over the ground.

The villagers fell silent, and many women cried out in fright but blocked their mouths and dared not make a sound. Tie Zhu's blood spread, and the surrounding villagers seemed to squeeze from both sides.

The soldiers of the Fusang Kingdom in the outermost circle held their bayonets against them, leaving little space for the villagers, but they still tried their best to get out of the way.

Whose shoulder did you hit?Whose foot did you step on?No one apologized, and no one cared.

Except for Tie Zhu's father who had lost consciousness and was also lying in a pool of blood, no one wanted to touch Tie Zhu's blood, maybe it was out of a nature that could not bear cannibalism, or fear of becoming a second Tie Zhu.

Murong witnessed this scene through the gaps in the crowd. She covered the bloody wound on her right arm, her pale face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the blood spilled out from between her fingers. In this world, even the pain is so real.

A figure that was out of place with the surrounding environment appeared on the slope. He was wearing a satin gown, holding a western cap in his hand and flapping it non-stop. He combed his shiny hair in the middle.

The man spoke a half-baked Fusang language and talked with the leading soldier for a while, and then walked out voluntarily.

"Listen well, I will give you tools later, and you can dig holes for me on the spot. Don't make unnecessary resistance. Our shit army has guns in its hands. Anyone who resists will end up in the end."

The man pointed to the eye-catching iron pillar in the crowd.

The atmosphere of the crowd froze in vain, and under the freeze there was a raging fire that could explode at any moment.

Although foreign aggression is hateful, it is no match for one's own people opening the door and leading the way.

They are from the same root, have the same beliefs and the same language, but they are willing to become a tool for the enemy to drive their compatriots!

All eyes were on that traitor, out of anger, sorrow, and contempt.

Murong looked at the traitor coldly, wondering how he spent the rest of his life, did he ever dream of these people when he dreamed back at midnight?

The tools were distributed, and these Fusang soldiers searched them from house to house.

Looking at the pickaxe in his hand, Murong couldn't describe his anger at this moment.

The deep pit used to kill the villagers was actually dug by the villagers themselves under the pressure of the Fusang people with machine guns.

The depth of the pit soon exceeded the top of Murong's head, but those Fusang people still felt that it was not deep enough. Murong was injured in an arm and couldn't use his strength, so he was carried by several adults to the edge of the pit. Put it in the box, lift it up and hand it to Murong to pour it out.

Mu Rong glanced into the pit, and gritted his teeth so as not to let the tears flow out.

Almost everyone in the pit understood the purpose of this big pit, but they had no choice but to dig in silence. Every ups and downs of their arms was the countdown of everyone's life.

A mother huddled in a corner, turned her back to the crowd and lifted up her clothes.

There is a baby in her arms, and the woman is doing the last breastfeeding while wiping tears.

The baby found the familiar sweet smell, sucked it contentedly, and fell asleep after a while.

Big mother's tears fell on his face, and he just grumbled.

As the sun gradually turned to the west, the Fusang officer yelled a few times impatiently, and the traitor seemed to have received an imperial edict, and ran to the pit and cursed: "Hurry up, I!"

As he said that, he kicked Mu Rong fiercely, and Mu Rong rolled on the ground for two times without any defense before stopping.

The clothes on her body could no longer see their original color, they were soaked in sweat and soiled.

Murong got up from the ground without saying a word, just in time a soil basket was handed up from below, Murong took it, overturned it with great effort and dumped the soil inside.

She lowered her head, and in her sight was a pair of polished leather shoes of the traitor.

Looking up, she was standing on the dirt bag. Although there was still a little difference in height from the traitor, she was barely within reach.

Murong silently clenched the handle of the bamboo basket, and wiped the sweat that dripped from his eyebrows with his sleeve indiscriminately.

The blood from the right hand did not stop, and the continuous labor made the wound worse.

Murong acted without warning, even the vigilant wolf dog not far away didn't react.

She put the bamboo basket on the traitor's head, grasped him firmly with her hands and feet, and suddenly leaned back.

The two fell into the deep pit together.

"kill him!"

"Kill this traitor!"

"Kill the son of a bitch!"

The villagers rushed forward, swung the farm tools in their hands to greet the traitor, and Mu Rong was accidentally injured a few times.

She pushed to the periphery of the crowd, panting heavily.

At this moment, she temporarily forgot that she did not belong to this world, that she forgot her mission, that what appeared in front of her eyes was only an illusory image, and that even though it was an illusory world, the pain on her body was still real.

Several Fusang soldiers stood on the pit and yelled loudly, but the scene got out of control. The traitor had been beaten to death, but the villagers who had been waiting for a day refused to stop.

The last few Fusang soldiers jumped down the pit and fired several shots before they stabilized the situation.

Some people cry, some laugh, some curse.

Mu Rong was protected by several older men, but with the death of the traitor, the breath that was pent up in her heart dissipated, and her weakness appeared.

Murong stared around with misty eyes. She was in a pit half higher than herself, surrounded by desperate compatriots. Outside the pit stood Fusang soldiers with guns. Her ears were buzzing.

She felt a throbbing pain in her heart, which was recorded in a few pages of textbooks.

The crimes committed in the Fusang country are too numerous to write down, and every word is piled up by the lives of countless people.

The villagers who were protecting her were all beaten, and Murong was finally dragged out.

She was pushed heavily to the ground, and the butt of the gun hit her body one after another. The smell of blood lingered in her nostrils, but the pain was not so strong.

She seemed to see Sang Yu vaguely, was it a hallucination?

……

Murong opened her eyes again, and Li Shi was sitting beside her bed with a medicine bowl in her hand.

This time, there was no joy in her eyes, nor did she urge Mu Rong to take the medicine. Mu Rong stared blankly at the roof as tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and slid down onto the pillow.

Mrs. Li didn't ask why Murong was crying, she put down the medicine bowl with a light sigh and went out.

Goudan opened the door curtain and walked in, Murong sniffed and sat up.

"sister."

Goudan jumped onto the bed and sat side by side with Mu Rong, and handed the already woven grasshopper cage to Mu Rong: "This is for you."

"Thank you."

Murong wiped away his tears, held Goudan's hand, and said softly, "You are the Yata mirror, right?"

Goudan lowered his head and didn't know where to look: "Sister, what are you talking about?"

"Let's end it all. You have been here for so many years, and you have seen the suffering of innocent people countless times, but you have no compassion at all? Aren't you a divine weapon? You don't belong to any nation. Where's your compassionate heart? "

Murong held Goudan's hand firmly, afraid that if he was not careful, he would escape.

The door curtain was lifted again, and the person who walked in was actually Sang Yu, followed by Sang Tong, Su Sifang and Zeng Tianhan.

Goudan asked in a low voice: "What evidence do you have that I am Yata Kage?"

A trace of sullenness flashed in Murong's heart, but Sang Yu said, "Murong, this is a procedure that must be followed. The Yata Mirror is restricted and cannot show itself."

The author has something to say: I finished writing this chapter yesterday. I felt that a few places were not well written, so I didn’t post it. It took another day to revise it and post it.

The story at this stage is about to come to an end, Jin's attitude as a Northeasterner born in a peaceful age.

I have seen mass graves, it is an untreated wasteland, a very remote place, with only a few bungalows around.

That was about seven or eight years ago. I was young and ignorant and tried to find out. When I walked in, I felt very uncomfortable physically, which came from the resistance deep in my soul.

I still forced myself to take a closer look. There were not even any plants in the pit. It was a hollow, and sporadic bones could be seen due to various reasons such as the erosion of rainwater.

I always hope that some of the shocks I have experienced in my life will be fictionalized and then secretly put in the novel. One day when I am old, I will look back and find some little secrets between the lines.

For example [I can't laugh or cry, cover my face] Most of the dead characters in this book are the names of my friends.

Li Xu is my childhood friend, and Li Xin is my childhood friend.

But these things are all agreed by them, because the editor said that revenge and cursing cannot be involved, so in the future, if someone with the same name jumps out to accuse me, I will push them to block the gun.

There will be another chapter in a while, after 12 o'clock, I will eat something and rest for a while when I am hungry.