My Death God Roommate

A flash of astonishment flashed in Mo Chongxi's eyes, and he turned to look at Bao Xiaoxuan, pretending to be deep and asked: "Xiaoxuan, did you tell her these things?"

"Uncle Mo, I just found out about your family, so I brought you here immediately. I haven't known the two masters for a long time. How could I leak your information?"

Mo Chongxi nodded: "Okay, if you have some skills, follow me."

"I have many kinds of magic tools. You need to tell me what happened to your family first, so that I can bring the magic weapon that I have at hand."

Mo Chongxi sat down again: "I want you to see my son, my mother suspects that there is something dirty on him."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"During this period of time, that kid was idle and idle all day long. He didn't go to a good job. He made me angry every day. Yesterday he was even more insane. He actually beat me. I went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife in a fit of anger. If my old mother didn't stop me , I must chop this little beast."

Sang Tong secretly rolled his eyes, this is another family dispute, but compared to fists, kitchen knives are more dangerous, right?

Mo Chongxi looked a little embarrassed, and explained: "Although that kid hasn't been close to me since childhood, he is still very afraid of me. He often does mischievous things. This is the first time that this kind of thing hit me. My mother Said that his complexion is not very good recently, and he sleepwalks at night. One night, he squatted in front of the refrigerator and ate a dozen raw eggs in one go. After waking up, he had no memory. I never took care of him, he grew up beside his grandma, my mother believed in this, insisted that I find a husband to show that little bastard."

"From Mr. Mo's words, some of your son's actions are indeed within the scope of my services. Let's talk about the price before we leave."

"How much? Just mention it."

"It is preliminarily concluded that the son may have bumped into something dirty. If it is only this problem, since you are brought by Xiaoxuan, I will charge you [-] yuan, but if other problems are involved, the price will be calculated separately."

"it is good."

"I want cash."

Bao Xiaoxuan opened her bag with a smile, and took out two dozen pink banknotes: "I know Master Sang's rules."

"You child, Uncle Mo will pass it on to you when you get home."

"Ok."

Sang Tong thought for a while, carried two suitcases, walked to Murong's desk, and asked, "Are you going?"

Murong didn't even look at Sang Tong, who had no choice but to leave alone.

Arriving at Mo Chongxi's home, Sang Tong took out his sunglasses and put them on. This neighborhood is very similar to Bao Xiaoxuan's neighborhood. There is no Fengshui layout or green environment, not even road evil.

Walking into the Mo family's villa, Mo Chongxi's mother greeted him: "You're back? Where's the husband I asked you to find?"

"Mom, this is Miss Sang."

Old lady Mo sized up Sang Tong: "Why are you so young?"

Bao Xiaoxuan held the old man's arm: "Grandma, don't worry, Master Sang is amazing, she just solved my problem a few days ago."

"Oh, yes, please come in."

Sang Tong stared at Mrs. Mo for a while: "Old man, can you show me your palmistry?"

"Hey, it's not me, it's my eldest grandson upstairs."

"Grandma, just show it to Master Sang. Ordinary people, Master Sang doesn't look at it. She must be looking at you because you are in good health and look like an old birthday star."

The old lady Mo was coaxed by Bao Xiaoxuan and smiled, and handed her hand to Sang Tong.

Sang Tong secretly slandered: I am still a birthday star, whether I can survive this year is still unknown.

Letting go of Mrs. Mo's hand, Sang Tong looked at Mo Chongxi's palmistry again, and his heart sank: What's going on with this family?

This morning, ever since Mo Chongxi entered the door, Sang Tong felt that his complexion was not very good, but he was relieved when he saw the national emblem protecting his head.

But even so, Mo Chongxi will also have a bloody disaster this year, and whether he can escape depends on luck.

As a result, when he arrived at the Mo family, the old lady Mo's complexion was even worse than her son's, with an unlucky look on her face. Looking at her palmistry, it turned out that there was also a bloody disaster.

Mo Chongxi is fine, because he works in a government department, and with the national emblem on his head, he can still block it for a while. I'm afraid the old lady Mo will be in bad luck this year...

"Mr. Mo, where is your son?"

"Xiaobao is upstairs, come with me."

Mo Chongxi snorted heavily, and sat on the sofa. The old lady Mo gouged out her son and asked Sang Tong to go upstairs.

Sang Tong carefully looked at the layout of the home, just like Bao Xiaoxuan's home, there was no problem at all.

After entering Mo Xiaobao's room, Sang Tong's expression was extremely serious. She took Mo Xiaobao's hand to look at it, and left the room without saying a word.

"Hey, Master Sang, where are you going?" Bao Xiaoxuan chased after her, and saw Sang Tong dial the phone.

"Lian Zi, you and Lin Huan don't leave yet, I'll send you a location and come over right away."

"Okay, Chief."

After hanging up the phone, Sang Tong pulled Bao Xiaoxuan to the French window: "Tell me the truth, is your Uncle Mo a good official?"

Bao Xiaoxuan nodded resolutely: "Master Sang, don't look at the house that my Uncle Mo lives in. It's all left by his ancestors. Uncle Mo is definitely an upright official. He does practical things with the boss's surname and is not a bureaucrat. His family has been rich and honored for generations. , Every generation of children is born with a golden spoon in their mouths, lacking in everything, but doing things without worry.”

Sang Tong frowned: "That's not right, the three of them will have a bloody disaster this year, and Mrs. Mo and Mo Xiaobao probably won't live until the end of the year. Your Uncle Mo is wearing a hat with a big brim and a national emblem on top of his head to block it." , can be better, I have never seen such a strange thing."

Bao Xiaoxuan's eyes widened: "What!"

"Shh, keep your voice down... There's nothing to say about this community or houses. The best location in the entire community is this villa. It stands to reason that if you live in such a prosperous land, the luck of the people in it should be getting better and better. That's right, but they are a family of three, with unlucky faces, and the palm prints are surprisingly consistent, and the lifeline has been cut off."

"Master Sang, you have to help think of an idea, three lives!"

Sang Tong sighed: "Aren't you just thinking about it? Now I suspect that it is either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. Since it is a generation of wealth, someone must have accumulated great virtue in the ancestors. Now that the family wealth has not been dissipated, the merit should still exist, but the three of them Everyone has a bloody disaster, did your Uncle Mo offend someone?"

After finishing speaking, Sang Tong himself felt a little unsteady: How much hatred is there, and the other party wants to destroy the Mo family?

the other side.

Mu Rong stood in the backyard of the shop, with Su Sifang standing in front of him.

"Master Xiao Fang came to see me for something?"

"Amitabha, Master Mu, can you listen to the words of the four directions?"

"please say."

"I know you are very angry about painting a demon, but I hope you can forgive Senior Sister Tong."

Murong replied coldly: "The ways are different, so we don't conspire with each other; Sang Tong doesn't leave any room for things, has a ruthless personality, and has no mercy. I..."

"Mu Shizhu, for one thing, Senior Sister Tong has been trapped in the world in the painting for ten years. She... the dream created by the painting demon made her very painful after waking up. Think about it. Second, Master Mu also traveled around the world in the painting, can you really not forgive Senior Sister Tong?"

Su Sifang's words hit the nail on the head, and Mu Rong fell into silence: Yes, she killed her own father in her dream. She thought she had done what she should do, but whether it was in the painting or after waking up, She would ask herself from time to time: Is Mu Haijun really an incorrigible person?

Su Sifang continued: "Although Senior Sister Tong is a cultivator, she is also the one who needs transformation the most. Her cultivation level is not inferior to mine, but she has been unable to open the Dharma Eye for a long time. She can only temporarily open the Yin-Yang Eye with the help of Niu Tear. , because she was obsessed too much, and she was fascinated by the trifles of the world of mortals. In the final analysis... it's just good luck. As a ghost messenger, Mu Benefactor, you step out of the cycle of reincarnation, break through life and death, and see the cycle of reincarnation, don't you? I don’t know, everything has karmic reincarnation in the dark. Sifang thought that you, Mu benefactor, have a lot of wisdom and good fortune, just like what happened to Li Lu and Li Lin back then. You can understand the cause and effect of reincarnation in the third life with just a few words from Sifang. In the same way, you, Senior Sister Tong, Sifang, Ah Miao, and Sang Yu live in vastly different environments, so it's just a coincidence that you can get together in one place?"

"Master Xiao Fang saw something?"

Su Sifang shook his head, clasped his hands together, and replied in a low voice: "Amitabha, the so-called authorities are obsessed. The reason why my master didn't give the dharma name is because he calculated that Sifang still has a kalpa before going down the mountain. Sifang has stepped into the world of mortals, since he is in it, he naturally cannot see through it."

"Then what does Master Xiaofang want me to do?"

"Give her a hand when she loses herself, and persuade her when she does something harsh."

"I see."

"Amitabha, thank you Mu benefactor, Sifang apologizes to you on behalf of Senior Sister Tong."

……

"Ding dong."

The door opened, and Tang Lianzi and Lin Huan entered the Mo family villa.

"Hey, grandma, it's hot enough in your room!" Lin Huan said, took off his hat, and fanned himself with it.

Mo Chongxi looked back at his central air conditioner, and the working indicator light was on.

Their house has a constant temperature throughout the year, and it is the most suitable temperature for the human body all year round. How can it be hot?

Tang Lianzi's nostrils fluttered, and he moved closer to Mo Chongxi for a sniff, and smelled the old lady Mo, just as Sang Tong came down the stairs.

Tang Lianzi shook his head, while Lin Huan was sweating profusely, with big beads of sweat streaming down his face like a boiled shrimp: "Sister Tong, this room is too hot, full of the temperature of anger."

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