My Death God Roommate

Team Liu used all the police forces that could be mobilized and nailed seventy-two peach trees to the two banks of the river where Li Hanchu was involved in the accident before dark, according to Sang Tong's instructions, with a radius of three kilometers, and pulled the cordon.

"Comrade Sang, don't we really need to stay and help?"

"Thanks for your hard work, Team Liu, take your people with you."

"Take care, Comrade Sang."

The turbulent water of Yelou River is surging and deafening. Just standing on the shore and watching it makes people feel scared.

With the exception of Sang Tong, several people were wearing raincoats and boots, fully armed.

In order to stabilize the shed, several rivets more than 30 centimeters long have been nailed to the ground, and several sandbags have been used to reinforce it, which is still crumbling.

There is no moon and no stars in the sky, only the decorative lights on the banks of the river emit a faint light source, and when I look up, countless raindrops are smashing down in a vast expanse.

"Woo..."

The wind blew, and the wind sounded like weeping.

The shed where Mu Rong and others were placed was almost uprooted several times, but at the last moment the wind suddenly subsided.

Mu Rong glanced at Mother Li who was standing in the corner wearing a raincoat, and intuitively told her: If she hadn't been there, the shed would have been overturned long ago.

It seems that Li Hanchu has not wiped out his humanity, but has been dazzled by hatred and resentment.

For a person like him who died unjustly, all the goodness in his lifetime will turn into resentment.

In the middle of the canopy, there is a sacred case. The incense candles Sang Tong brought are high-tech products. No matter how bad the weather is, as long as there is a little bit of auxiliary combustion oxygen, it will not go out.

There are two swords on the sacred table, one is the Five Emperors Copper Coin Sword made of copper coins and red rope.

The other is a simple peach wood sword.

Sang Tong chose the latter.

She is holding a sword in her right hand, and a yellow symbol is sandwiched between the index and middle fingers of her left hand.

With a flick of his wrist, the talisman paper burned.

With a raised hand, the talisman paper separated from the fingers and floated strangely in the air.

"Beidou Qiyuanjun, the Great Sage God of Tiangang, Lixie Dafa King, innocent protects my body, illuminates the Three Realms Road, shines through the Beiyou Palace, I follow the heaven and earth, step through the Jiuyoumen, I give the order of the heaven, to break the gate of the capital, Anxious as Taiyi saves the suffering Tianzun's law order."

With a "bang", the talisman burst into flames of Zhang Gao.

Sang Tong raised his hand and grabbed it, and the flame went out.

She pinched some paper dust and pressed them between her brows and shoulders.

At the same time, Mu Rong handed his body to Sang Yu and floated out wearing a black robe.

She glanced at Sang Tong and was stunned.

People have three yang fires, which burn on the spiritual platform and on their shoulders. People with strong yang fires are also called yang qi feet. Such people will not dare to get close to them, otherwise they will become evil. The coveted object.

Yang fire, physical fitness and fortune, etc., are complementary factors, and strengths are not absolutely fixed.

Mu Rong saw: Sang Tong was wrapped in a blazing flame, and her spiritual platform and shoulders were the most dazzling. With her robes, it was like a fire **** descending to earth.

This yang fire made Mu Rong, who had been dealing with yin and charm all the time, couldn't help but want to distance himself from it.

Mu Rong had never seen such a powerful Yang Huo. Ordinary people would definitely not be able to bear such a powerful Yang Qi. If he added himself brazenly, he would be burned alive!

Sang Tong pierced the peach wood sword into the incense burner, and raised a few grains of rice with his wrist.

"Disciple Sang Tong, please call upon the ancestors of the past ancestors to grant God's decree, and respectfully invite Zhou Tiangang to evil."

With a "hum", on both sides of the Yelou River, beams of light rose from the ground and went straight into the sky.

The color of each beam of light is different, exactly seventy-two columns, exactly the number of peach trees buried in the ground.

Sang Tong raised the peach wood sword high above his head: "Tiangang and Earth are killing the world, get up!"

When the voice fell, the seventy-two beams of light moved in response to each other, crossing each other in series, forming a cage in the blink of an eye.

Mu Rong was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, and the Tao Hua Family Dao Fa-rectification was indeed well-deserved.

However, Sang Tong's body was trembling, and big beads of sweat slipped from her face, obviously not easy.

"Zeng Tianhan!"

"Got it."

Zeng Tianhan opened the raincoat, revealing the weird robe underneath. His face was painted with special lines with cinnabar. He was wearing a shaman robe and a shaman crown. A sharp-edged golden knife with a whip pinned to his waist.

Sang Tong raised her eyebrows, and she never looked down upon the so-called "shaman" culture.

But at this time, Zeng Tianhan really felt that little bit.

"Boom, boom boom."

"Boom, boom."

Zeng Tianhan shook the donkeyskin drum, took a step similar to Yangko, and sang the unique accent of shaman, with a breeze.

People die as ghosts, and ghosts are just their collective name. In the professional field, male ghosts are the breeze and female ghosts are called smoke souls.

"Woo...", there was a gust of wind.

Mu Rong floated in the air and glanced at it. Outside the cage, more than a dozen ghosts floated. They were blocked by the beam of light and could not enter, but they kept hitting the beam of light as if they were possessed by a demon.

"Sang Tong!"

"It doesn't matter, Shamanism's Breeze Art, the cool breeze in a radius of ten miles will come to gather when you hear it. Skynet knows it well and won't hurt them."

Mu Rong was relieved, as long as he didn't hurt the innocent.

However, Zeng Tianhan sang it three times, and the surface of the Yelou River seemed to be boiled, with water splashing constantly, and three figures bound by the water column appeared-Ma Hongsheng's family of three!

However, only Li Hanchu was not seen!

Zeng Tianhan looked terrified: "A toast and no fine wine!"

He lifted the golden knife and knocked it on the drum. The sound of the drum and the heartbeat resonated wonderfully, and everyone present cheered.

Zeng Tianhan was suffocating in his heart. When he arrived at the Yelou Riverside, his mana went to Jiu Cunyi. Next to him was Sang Tong, who was indifferent to the shaman culture. As the only authentic heir of the shaman in the contemporary era, he possessed three methods. How can you not even call a small breeze?

After hitting the drum surface five times in a row, the light beam was densely surrounded by a layer of breeze, and the scalp was tingling.

Mu Rong couldn't help wondering: Why are there so many undead in Guanerzhou? Or is it that Zeng Tianhan’s Qingfeng Jue is so powerful that even the ghosts living in the yin house waiting to be reborn have also attracted?

Sang Tong Mulu praised: "A good three orders and five applications."

Three orders and five applications, the first three times of Qingfeng Jue are three orders, and the last five times of golden swords and drums are five applications.

If all the Qingfeng summoned by Zeng Tianhan did not show up after three orders and five applications, the magic whip on Zeng Tianhan's waist was not vegetarian.

Folklore: In the past, the Qing Nurhachi and the five big families made an agreement, and the five big families presented the donkey skin with a drum and a golden knife as a token of trust.

Ask Nurhachi to pass on these two magic weapons to the Shaman Zhengzong, shake the Wenwang Drum, and use special lyrics to summon all the descendants of the five major families to help out.

Nuerhachi felt the five great families of high righteousness, and returned a magic whip to beat the king.

Back then, the Qing dynasty was in harmony with the sky, the right place and the people, sitting on the dragon veins, and the Taizu inherited the spirit of the king, and the things he gave were naturally extraordinary.

It took several decades for the Special Event Processing Bureau of the Chonghua Family to retrieve the three treasures one by one and hand them over to Zeng Tianhan.

"A crash."

With the completion of the fifth shot of the golden sword, a humanoid fluid appeared on the surface of the Ye Lou River-Li Hanchu appeared!

Zeng Tianhan held a golden knife and walked to the bank of the river under the pouring rain: "Bold and breeze, don't you come to the shore quickly? If you don't listen to it, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Li Hanchu showed unwillingness, but his body uncontrollably took a step and went ashore.

"son!"

Mother Li rushed over, trying to hug her son, but touched the water.

Li Hanchu turned his face away and yelled in a low voice: "Mom."

The sound was very awkward, like a sound from underwater.

Mu Rong dragged the soul chain to lock Li Hanchu layer by layer, and kept a distance from him: "Sister, please persuade your son, there is a bowl on the table. If he walks in willingly, someone will cross him. ."

"Okay! Son..." Mother Li burst into tears. She let out a sigh of relief, restrained her tremor, and continued: "Son, are you okay below? Is it cold in the water? Where is your... body? What? Tell your mother that she will get you up even if she sells iron."

"Mom!!" Li Hanchu wailed loudly, his voice was howling ghosts and wolves, harsh and frightening, but unfortunately ghosts have no tears, but it is not hard to hear his grievances and sadness.

"son!"

"Mom, what are you doing, are they threatening you, I won't let them go!"

"Han Chu, what are you talking about!? These elder brothers and sisters are helping you. They are all kindhearted people. Listen to your mother. Don't do bad things anymore. People are saved by you, and they are saved. We are Hero! Although my mother is heartbroken, but I don’t want to see you become like this. Be obedient, go into the bowl and be obedient! Son!"

"Mom...me."

suddenly!

There was a low roar from the bottom of the Yelou River, and Li Hanchu shivered, his eyes red: "Mom, you go home!"

"My...ah!"

A huge wave several meters high rushed out of the Yelou River and rushed towards everyone.

The shed was uprooted, and Li's unprepared mother was shot flying by a huge wave.

The divine case was overturned, and Sang Yu's body holding Mu Rong was also shot by a huge wave, and the two hit a tree together.

"Mu Rong..." Sang Yu glanced at Mu Rong in his arms for the last time, and fainted with a pain in the back of his head.

The giant wave receded, and everyone except Mu Rong was hurt to varying degrees. Zeng Tianhan squeezed the drum and the golden knife on the ground, Li's mother was unconscious.

Sang Tong knelt on one knee, drenched all over, and the Yang Huo dimmed a lot. She was holding the peach wood sword, her baby in her arms.

Mu Rong held his head in pain, his brain was like broken glass, and all his senses and memories were those fragments.

The messy picture flashed in front of her eyes, the familiar and unfamiliar, filled her broken mind with a brain, she could not bear it, and felt that her brain was about to burst at any time!

The author has something to say: [bye bye manually], I was writing a novel with earplugs just now, my dad gave me medicine, knocked on the door, I didn’t hear, and then pushed the door open, I felt a gust of wind and turned my head. Seeing my dad holding a bowl and screaming, I felt that the sensor lights in our entire building were on, and then shocked my dad. I slumped on the chair with sweat. =

I also reminded once again that the mantras involved in the book should not be read casually, the Taoist ones are fine, after all, they are authentic, and it is almost useless without a master to lead them in.

But if I can't help writing the shaman's formula, I hope you don't read it.

This thing is a bit evil after all. There is a saying that it is easier to ask God to send it away. If you really invite dirty things, you will be unlucky if you can't send it away.

Don't say it, my head is sweaty.