My Death God Roommate

Mu Rong walked through the walls and looked for the woman who could understand Mandarin. She had an intuition: this woman might be the key to the mystery.

While walking through a room, she saw an old man lying on the ground, which seemed to be very painful. She subconsciously helped her to remember that she was a person who could not touch the sun in the state of soul and body, so she squatted beside the old man to try to communicate.

"Auntie, can you understand what I said?"

The old man raised his head abruptly, shocked Mu Rong with sweat.

She actually didn't have black eyeballs, and her entire eyes were white.

There was a strange expression on the gully face, as if crying and laughing, the corner of the mouth was drooling, and the stiff single character was humming in the throat.

The old man stretched out his hand like lightning and scratched Mu Rong's arm. His long nails were as sharp as a knife and tore through Mu Rong's sleeves, leaving three long scratches on his slender arm.

Mu Rong was shocked that this old man could actually touch her!

She clutched her arms and walked out of the house to avoid the villagers from being discovered, persistently looking for the woman.

I searched the entire village at extremely fast speed and found no trace of the woman. When I was worried, my inspiration flashed and remembered what happened in the world of Yata Mirror, and I began to search for the cellar from house to house, finally in a ruined house. The woman was found in his cellar.

It was at this time that Ah Miao established contact with her through the ghost contract. Mu Rong covered the wound that was caught by the old man with one hand, and fine beads of sweat leaked out on his forehead.

Why is this scratching so painful?

"Master Mu Rong, where are you? The eldest sister came to you, do you need our support?"

"You stay on top first, I found the woman during the day, wait for me!"

"it is good."

The woman didn't notice Mu Rong's arrival. She knelt in the corner of the cellar and seemed to be holding something in her arms, her body trembling.

Mu Rong squatted down three steps away from the woman: "Remember me? I was Mu Rong we saw during the day."

The woman's body stiffened, and she paused for a long time before slowly turning her head. Mu Rong saw deep fear and despair in her eyes, as well as the dampness hanging around her eyes.

"It's me, do you remember me? Do you need help? My friends are outside and I can take you away."

The woman turned around with her two knees as supports, and Mu Rong could see that she was holding a baby in her arms.

The woman bit her lip to restrain herself from crying, and tremblingly lifted the swaddling to Mu Rong: "Help, help."

"Is this your child?"

The woman could not help nodding, big and full tears flicking out of her eyes.

"My friends are outside, I can take you out."

The woman shook her head: "Please, please, help, help!"

Seeing the woman like this, a trace of unbearable crossed Murong's heart: "Tell you first, I'm in a spirit state now, I don't know if I can meet your child, I will try."

"Hmm!"

Mu Rong's arm passed through the thin swaddle and hugged the baby in the swaddle. The swaddle was slowly peeling off. The child inside was wearing clothes made from adult clothes, sleeping soundly.

The woman was overjoyed. She climbed two steps and picked up the thin quilt on the baby. She looked at Mu Rong with eyes full of eyes. She used her blunt tone to squeeze out a few words: "Thanks, you love to go."

"Can I ask you a few questions? You can nod or shake your head."

"Well."

"Are you a flower planter?"

The woman nodded.

"Are there all flower planters in this village?"

The woman shook her head.

Mu Rong was suspicious: "No?"

The woman shook her head again, and said laboriously: "The nest is the last to come."

"Then how did you learn the language here?"

"Yes, in a dream, full of cities."

"What's your name?"

A daze flashed in the woman's eyes, and she shook her head.

"How did you get here?"

The woman still shook her head.

"When did you come here?"

"Hmm!" The woman raised her finger to the wall opposite the cellar.

Mu Rong turned his head and saw that there were words on the wall!

At the beginning, I painted the character "Zheng", and a few numbers can be seen in the densely packed characters of "Zheng", but when it reaches the bottom, it becomes a simple scratch after another, and the numbers are gone.

Mu Rong roughly estimated that the total number of scratches on the wall was thousands of scratches, so it has been three years since the woman came here, and the child in her arms seems to be only one year old, which means that the child was born in the village!

Mu Rong took out his mobile phone and photographed the wall of the cellar, then photographed the woman.

"Do I really need me to take you away? I can fly out with you behind my back."

The woman shook her head stupidly: "You love to go."

"Take care, I will find a way to save you again." After speaking, he carried the child out of the cellar and the roof and flew up into the sky, still making a big circle in the sky before returning to the cliff.

Sang Tong raised his hand and hit Mu Rong, but his hand passed through Mu Rong's soul body: "Why don't you tell me in advance of such a big thing, do you know how dangerous this village is!"

Mu Rong handed the child to Sang Tong: "You hold me, this is that woman's child."

Sang Tong frowned: "We can't take this child away."

"why?"

"You put the child back, and we will talk about the others. Anyway, we can't touch everything in this village."

"This is just a child who has just turned one year old. What is the danger? Her mother is a flower planter, and so is this child. Look at the group of people below! We can't die."

Ah Miao also persuaded: "Yes, big sister, but it's just a baby. It's good for us to bring it back for research."

Sang Tong took another look at the sleeping child, and reluctantly agreed, "All right, but there are some things that I didn't know before this child has to be isolated and taken care of by the housekeeper robot."

"When will we find a chance to rescue her mother and send them home?"

"Let's talk about it later, are you not hurt?"

Mentioning the wound, Mu Rong felt a piercing pain and raised his arm to signal Sang Tong: "Evil door, the villagers couldn't touch my soul body during the day. I was scratched by an old lady just now."

Sang Tong Dahai asked Mu Rong to open her sleeves, and there were three scratches on her slender forearm. The wound was not deep, but the wound was blue-black.

Sang Tong glared at Mu Rong fiercely, and climbed on top of Liu Er's head: "Let's go back soon!"

Mu Rong and Mu Rong left in a hurry, and no one in the base rested and waited for them to come back.

Mother Sang greeted him: "Tongtong, you are back! How come you bring a child back? Whose family?"

Sang Tong avoided the mother's hand that wanted to swaddle the baby, and called a housekeeper robot to hand over the child.

"Mom and Dad, I will tell you the specifics tomorrow. Let's go and rest first. Mu Rong, come back to my room with your body."

"it is good."

Sang Yu saw the wound on Mu Rong's arm and took her arm up and said distressedly: "How come you are so careless and hurt again."

"It doesn't matter if this is a minor injury, I will get a lot of information to tell you later."

Mu Rong returned to his soul body and trembled for a while. He didn't expect that this small scratch would actually hurt so much. Seeing Sang Yu's worried eyes, he resisted the pain and pretended to be nonchalant, and smiled faintly: "Let's go."

When they came to Sang Tong's room, Mu Rong and Sang Yu were taken aback: Is there something major happening? Red lines are hanging everywhere in the room, and even the divine case is put up? Sang Tong looked like an enemy, holding a mahogany sword in his hand.

"Sister Tongtong, who are you?"

Sang Tong pulled Sang Yu behind him and pointed at the magic circle in the room with a peach wood sword: "Murong, you go in."

"Sister, what are you doing!?"

Sang Tong clenched Sang Yu's wrist and took a deep breath: "Mu Rong was scratched by a living corpse."

Mu Rong suppressed the shock of his heart and cast Sang Yu a comforting smile, and walked into the formation.

The formation is a simple circle. It is inferred from the faint smell of blood that it should be painted with old blood paste, and some beans are sprinkled in the circle, and there are various colors.

Sang Tong pulled the two thread ends, and the red thread hanging in the room entangled Mu Rong.

She put the two strands of thread together and held it with one hand, and walked over and lifted the peach wood sword against Mu Rong's heart: "Five beans cast the ground to summon Yang Qi, and peach wood repels evil spirits!"

Seeing that Mu Rong didn't respond, he let out a long breath: "Fortunately, there is no corpse change."

Sang Yu ran to untie the red rope for Mu Rong, and raised Mu Rong's injured arm to check that there were light blue marks on it.

Sang Tong respectfully worshipped three times before coming to the divine case: "Disciple Sang Tong, send the ancestors back home." Blew out the candle.

Sang Tong opened the drawer and took out a few pieces of yellow paper and a cloth pocket to Mu Rong: "There are some glutinous rice in the bag. You lift these glutinous rice and apply it to your wound. The color of the glutinous rice will change, starting tomorrow. After being exposed to the sun for two hours a day, how can glutinous rice rise without me teaching you?"

"No need to."

"Fortune telling you this time, the people in the village are just living corpses infected with corpse energy instead of zombies, otherwise you don't know how you died!"

"Zombie? What is going on in that village?"

Sang Tong greeted a few people to sit down, took off their robes, folded them and put them in the cabinet, and poured themselves a glass of water and drank it. He put down the cup and explained, "I asked Wang Hao. He told me about the special incident handling bureau eight years ago. The reason for the hurried evacuation was that zombies were found nearby without bones. In our bureau, zombies were divided into eight levels according to the degree of danger, and bones were the highest."

The author has something to say: There will be another chapter in a while, and it will be double-updated tomorrow, and then all the chapters owed will be paid off!

I heard the first issue of "The Female General and the Elder Princess" just now, so it's not bad.

If you want to listen, you can pay attention to Rela, which is expected to be released soon.