My Death God Roommate

The refreshing sandalwood scent in the air disappeared, replaced by a damp earthy smell.

The magnificent palace turned into an empty hall, and at the end of the hall stood a sarcophagus, which seemed to have something stuck in it.

The three of them successfully escaped from the ecstasy formation: "Sang Yu! We're out!"

After finishing speaking, Murong couldn't help but turned back to look for the figure of the Yata mirror, but was shocked by the scene behind him.

No gardens, no pontoons, no promenades...

Behind them was a bottomless abyss, connecting the two ends was a rotten log, Sang Tong and Murong looked at each other with lingering fear.

"Murong, have you come out yet?"

Murong beckoned, and the four people on the opposite side let out a long sigh of relief, and Ah Miao flew over excitedly and jumped on Mu Rong: "Lord Murong~ You scared me to death."

"Thank you." Sang Tong said sincerely.

"There should be no bones in the sarcophagus ahead, should we go forward?"

"of course."

This time Sang Tong was much more cautious, she recited the golden armor body protection magic spell, and said to Mu Rong and Hao Jun: "You two stand here and wait for me."

"Then be careful yourself."

Sang Tong nodded and walked towards the inside of the hall.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, the two rows of braziers hidden in the darkness lit up out of thin air, illuminating the entire hall. Sang Tong held the five emperors copper coin sword and peach wood nails tightly and walked forward step by step.

When I came to the center of the hall, I found that there was actually a pool here: "It's strange, is there an underground channel leading to this underground palace?"

With a sound of "crash", a black figure jumped out of the water, Sang Tong jumped back and Mu Rong called out worriedly: "What's wrong?"

The black shadow flashed past, but Sang Tong could still see it clearly: an amazingly large carp!

Roughly estimated to be at least one or two hundred catties, the fish's eyes were as big as a fist, the scales all over its body were as black as ink, and two long beards grew on its cheeks.

Sang Tong regained consciousness from the astonishment, and sneered: "Dragon Transformation Bureau? I have a lot of appetite."

The feng shui of the yin house is extensive and profound, and being buried in a good crypt can not only sterilize the offspring, but also benefit the crypt owner himself.But if it is buried in a fierce place, the descendants will be bloody, and if there is muddy water in the tomb, it will become a dead body.

The pattern of Hualong is a feng shui pattern with the sword moving forward. A few carps are raised in the stagnant pond in the low-lying place. The fish swim and turn the stagnant water into living water, which is the main source of wealth and wisdom.

The carp is also the closest to the dragon in the legend, once it crosses the dragon gate, it can turn into a dragon.

Sang Tong turned her head and looked. The pool, the entrance of the hall, was in a straight line with the cliff outside. She held up the flashlight and went back to the door to shine upwards.

Sure enough, there was a dust-covered stone plaque hanging on it, the handwriting was blurred, but Sang Tong figured it out, it said: Longmen.

"What's wrong?" Mu Rong asked.

Sang Tong taught Mu Rong to recite the mantra of the patron saint of gold price three times before letting her in, and shined a flashlight on the plaque: "Look."

"What's written on it?"

"Dragon Gate."

"Dragon Gate?"

"You come with me."

The two came to the pool: "There is a carp bigger than a human, did you think of anything?"

"The carp jumps over the dragon's gate? Could it be the dragon in the illusion mirror?"

Sang Tong nodded: "We'll deal with this fish in a while, breaking its dragon transformation pattern. If I'm not wrong, there should be some tricks on this sarcophagus."

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the sarcophagus, which was several times taller than ordinary coffins and had a special shape.

Sang Tong saw something stuck in the sarcophagus when he was far away before, but when he got closer, he entered the blind spot and couldn't see it.

Sang Tong held the torch and walked around the sarcophagus, then squatted down and stretched out his hands: "It really is like this!"

"what happened?"

"Didn't you notice? This coffin is bigger than even the emperor's coffin we've seen, and the proportions are wrong."

"That's right. Generally speaking, they are cuboids. The length and width of this sarcophagus are out of balance and it looks like a box."

"Does it look like the carriage of a carriage?"

"It's kind of like it."

"Oh, it's not like, it is! I can feel circular engraving marks on both sides of the coffin, which should be the wheels of a carriage."

"Why do you want to do this?"

Sang Tong pointed to the water pool not far away: "It is said that a carp can transform into a dragon by jumping over the dragon gate, and the 'Dragon Gate', the pool and the sarcophagus are three points and one line, which means that the dragon pulls the coffin. Fine, the things in the sarcophagus will benefit more."

"The person in the sarcophagus... is Yang Songnu?"

"I don't know, maybe Yang Songnu came here by chance and was turned into an eye, or maybe he just doesn't melt into bones. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"Let's go out and talk about it, and get rid of this carp first."

Sang Tong once again summoned the real fire of Samadhi to boil the water in the pool until it boiled. The carp jumped out of the pool in pain, and was immediately turned into slag when it hit the flame.

Sang Tong's face was slightly pale, and the Samadhi True Fire Nai Shenhuo summoned twice in a row had exceeded her limit, but she was stimulated by Yang Songnu's words, and what she had learned all her life was worthless in the eyes of that person.

With an unyielding personality, she accomplished what was impossible before. Her mood was unprecedentedly joyful, and her body was also unprecedentedly exhausted. Her dantian was hollowed out and a tingling pain came from her spiritual sea. She gritted her teeth: "Below is the sarcophagus." gone."

"it is good."

"Do you want to open the shop?"

Sang Tong sat on the ground: "It is not practical to open the museum. The stone slab is estimated to weigh a thousand catties. It is impossible for us to open it without equipment. If the things inside are leaked, the popularity may wake up early."

"What shall we do then?"

"I'll rest for a while, and you can arrange something for me."

"it is good."

Sang Tong took off the backpack and handed it to Mu Rong: "There is an ink fountain in it, you take it out, and wrap the rope around the sarcophagus for a total of [-] turns."

There was a bloody smell on the ink fountain, which was made by Sang Tong with old blood ointment mixed with some other materials and soaked for seven days and seven nights.

It would have been better to soak for 49 days, but this is the only way to do it because of time constraints.

Sang Tong watched Murong begin to coil the red rope around the sarcophagus, and instructed: "The count is clear, one hundred and eight circles can't be more or less."

"Do not worry."

The red rope was coiled, and Murong counted carefully twice to confirm that it was correct: "What should I do next?"

"Did you see the pile of talisman papers inside? The one I sealed in a bag."

"found it."

"Stick it on the sarcophagus, stick it all up."

……

"Scatter cinnabar around the sarcophagus."

"How many more five beans?"

"Half a bag."

"Use it all, and sprinkle some on and around the sarcophagus."

"What else?"

"I have done everything that can be done, and the rest depends on God's will."

"How long can these things be trapped without breaking bones?"

"I don't know. In theory, these are magic weapons to deal with zombies. The ink fountain soaked in black dog blood, the cinnabar to yang, the five beans to summon yang and eliminate yin... If it is an ordinary zombie, these are enough to deal with, but unfortunately the other party is not good enough." I don't know how long I can delay it... even one day is fine."

Mu Rong was full of emotions: Even if it was only for one day, he would put his life on the line. Sang Tong's spirit is really respectable.

Seeing that she was still sitting on the ground, Mu Rong helped her up: "Shall we go?"

"No hurry, help me over there to have a look."

"it is good."

Sang Tong carefully checked everything with staggering steps, and after confirming that it was correct, he and Murong left the hall together.

Seeing this, Hao Jun took the initiative to squat down: "Director, let me carry you out."

"No need, you've worked really hard this way, and you've done a great job. The next step is to save your energy and go out. It doesn't matter if you walk slowly."

……

Halfway through the return journey, there was a "rustling" sound from the intercom, and the rescue medical team was in place, waiting for Sang Tong's instructions.

Sang Tong ordered them to stand by outside, and asked about the situation of the other team members, only to find out that those team members had not been able to go back.

Sang Tong felt a little heavy in his heart, and went back to that weird hall again to watch the team members take off their gas masks.

"Director, be careful of miasma!"

Sang Tong lowered his head, Mu Rong and Hao Jun also took off their masks, and mourned for three minutes in silence for the martyr's body.

Ya Ta Kyo didn't want outsiders to see him, so he went back to Murong's spiritual sea, and told her: After they rested, they have something important to say.

Sang Tong insisted on transporting the remains out of the underground palace, so the three of them worked together to carry all the remains of the martyrs to the gate of the underground palace one by one, tied them to the traction rope and pulled them up.

After all the martyrs had left the underground palace, the three of them hung the ropes on themselves.

Lying on a stretcher, Sang Tong ordered: "Block the entrance of the underground palace, and no one is allowed to approach it. The places where these martyrs died were special and immediately cremated, and the ashes were collected. Apply to the higher authorities for the highest compensation in the country, and the bureau will also issue a report. Send it to my office tomorrow morning. In addition, special personnel will be sent to contact the families of the martyrs, give a reasonable cause of death, appease the family members, and satisfy their requests as appropriate, and..."

Sang Tong speaks very slowly, and basically closes her eyes for a while every few words, and then opens them with difficulty. Anyone can see her hard work and exhaustion.

Two teams of excellent fighters, in the end only four people came out alive.

The other people present were concerned and the scene was extremely heavy, Sang Tong finally fell asleep before finishing speaking, and the transport plane pulled everyone into the night and disappeared.

A raging fire rose at the gate of the underground palace, and the remains of the martyrs were burned on the spot. These unsung heroes who fought on the front line all the year round, only a handful of dusty ashes remained when the curtain ended.

Even the cause of their death must be fabricated, from the director to the staff.

This is the most mysterious department of the Florist - Special Events Handling Bureau.

The author has something to say: Today's update is here to provoke~ Please taste it.