My Death God Roommate

The woman's soul is very unstable, there are many transparent spots on her body, like patches on the soul.

He is the most fragile spirit body in the world and doesn't need any treatment. Once they reach their limit, they will disappear in this world forever.

Mu Rong didn't know how long the Requiem could keep her. She didn't loosen the soul chain, but twisted it a few more times. The soul chain was a magic weapon of the underworld, and it was full of yin spirit, which might help this woman.

Sang Tong pulled Zeng Tianhan aside: "This is what the bureau asks you to handle?"

"Well... it's her."

"You beat her down?"

"Not really."

"Have you made a mistake? Who gave you the order? This thing will dissipate naturally in a short time. Is it necessary to mobilize you from the northeast to here?"

Zeng Tianhan shook his head: "Who knows the above decision? We can only obey, but it's weird. Last time we fought against Guanerzhou, she was still a ghost at that time, and she was an old ghost with years. We fought three times. , She seems to know Shamanism very well. I ran across Yelou River while I was unprepared. It has only been less than ten days. How did it become like this?"

"Let's go over."

...

Sang Yu was trying to communicate with the woman: "Qin Huai'an? You are Qin Huai'an, right? Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you. If you have any future wishes, we can help you."

Sang Tong asked, "Who is Qin Huai'an?"

Sang Yu called up a photo taken from the album and handed it to Sang Tong: "Look, sister Tongtong, this theater was called'Huaimengyuan' during the Republic of China. This is a group photo of the two pillars and Wu Peifu. It's Qin Huaian, this is Zhuang Diemeng. Does this Baoyu in your photo look exactly like her?"

"During the Republic of China?" Sang Tong looked at Qin Huai'an, and saw that she maintained her appearance in her twenties. The ghost and the ghost are different, and the appearance of the ghost will change back to the age when she died.

"Looking at it this way, this is a century-old ghost? How could we..."

Feeling the gazes of several people, Sang Tong stopped talking in time.

After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the four seas were settled and the war ended, but there remained a large number of undead who did not collect the underworld in the sun, wandering all day long.

After the establishment of the Special Event Processing Bureau, it took more than ten years to deal with the undead in a unified manner.

Most of them were concentrated and transcended, some of them had already cultivated the ghost path and had mana, were received by the bureau for unified control, and some of the evil spirits were beaten into chaos.

Like the ancestors of the Mo family, they have existed for hundreds of years on the basis of geographical advantages. They are extremely rare varieties. I can't imagine that there are such century-old ghosts!

The order issued by the bureau was to disperse his soul into a worm. Although I don't know who did it, Zeng Tianhan's task has been completed by now.

"Yuwaer, we are going back."

"Sister Tong Tong, I want to help her, she is so pitiful."

"It's useless, she's already turned into a mess. You see her body is nearly transparent, and she was frightened just now. It's time for her to disappear at sunrise."

"But there is still some time before dawn, I want to try."

"Her three souls and seven spirits have disappeared, and what remains is just a little bit of "aura". You have asked for so long, has she answered you? She is now a creature without wisdom. You can't ask anything, don't waste it. If you have any strength, go back with your sister."

"Mu donor, from the perspective of the four directions, it is better to put the soul of the female donor back into the laurel tree. This century-old tree has some spirituality, and it is compatible with the donor’s aura, which may slow her demise. ."

As soon as Sang Tong said that he was "unsalvable", Su Sifang gave a counterexample, and his face was a little bit uncontrollable: "Can't you go back?"

"Sister, if you are tired, go back first. I want to stay."

"Zeng Tianhan, let's go."

Sang Yu raised the screen of the phone to Guishu: "You are Qin Huaian, right? The one above is you, the person you are looking for is..."

With a "swish", Qin Huaian, who had just returned to the laurel tree, appeared in figure. She looked directly at the phone screen, and her bright red tears fell silently: "Xiaodie, why didn't you come back."

Sang Yu was happy and confirmed Qin Huaian's identity, and Qin Huaian responded to the photo.

Qin Huai tried to touch the person on the screen, but his fingers passed through the phone.

The screen of the phone went dark, and Qin Huaian's mood was also uneasy. Her eyes were full of anxiety and despair, and she stared at the phone screen unblinkingly: "Xiaodie, you are not here."

A voice sounded in Sang Yu's heart: "Xiao Yu, maybe I can try to read her memory."

"Then I will lend you my body, so be careful."

"it is good."

It is a pity that Sang Yu is a mortal, and a mortal body cannot touch Qin Huai'an.

"No, Xiaoyu, if you don't touch her, you won't be able to read her memory."

"Then what to do?"

"I can't help, I'm sorry Xiaoyu."

"Yanyan, she has become a scorpion, my sister said, she hasn't been for a long time, can we help her?"

"I can show up and try it, but you have to convince Mu Rong and Su Sifang to keep it secret. If you let your sister know that I am staying in your body, she will definitely pull me out and destroy me by all means. My fate was worse than Qin Huai'an."

Qin Huaian, who had left the laurel tree, continued to weaken. Although there were black talisman papers protecting her spiritual platform, her limbs began to show signs of dissipating.

Sang Yu still remembered Ayun at the time, saying that it was only a blink of an eye, and it turned into dust.

"Murong, Master Xiaofang, can I ask you something?"

Mu Rong glanced at Su Sifang, nodded when he saw the other party, "What's the matter? Tell me."

"For a while, no matter what you see, please don't tell my sister, I will explain later, now I just want to help her, her time is running out."

"it is good."

Sang Yu glanced at Mu Rong gratefully and smiled.

"Yanyan, come out."

A white light with the size of a rice grain floated from Sang Yu's eyebrows and gradually became larger in mid-air, and Luo Ruyan appeared.

"Murong, long time no see."

"Luo Ruyan? You are not..."

"Xiao Yu saved me, what Sang Tong burned was just an empty painting."

Luo Ruyan read the worry in Mu Rong's eyes and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, Xiaoyu is my lifesaver. I just live in her body and will never do anything bad to her."

Luo Ruyan blinked playfully: "My mouth is very strict, I didn't say anything."

Mu Rong's expression was a bit unnatural, don't go too far: "That's good, you can do it yourself."

Luo Ruyan folded his hands on his side and made a blessing to Mu Rong, and a thousand words were condensed in this prayer.

"Yanyan, come and try."

"it is good."

Luo Ruyan put his hand on Qin Huai'an's shoulder, a white light flashed, Luo Ruyan turned back into his body, an ancient painting.

The scroll unfolded, floating in the air, Qin Huaian was sucked in by the scroll.

Subsequently, a dynamic picture appeared on the painting axis, which played Qin Huaian's memory. In order to facilitate the understanding of Mu Rong and others, Luo Ruyan played the role of explanation in a timely manner.

...

In that era of poverty, turmoil, and endless wars, human lives are like weeds, especially the lives of the poor.

Many boys and girls in poor families are forced to sell them. Most of the "lost goods" like girls are thrown away at birth. If they are the only daughter in the family, the situation may be better, and it is only at home. Before the boy was born...

Qin Huai'an was born in a family that yearned for a male to inherit the incense, but at any time faced a family that couldn't open the pot.

Fortunately, Qin Huaian was the first child in the family and was not thrown away at birth.

Her biological sister was not so lucky. She was taken out of the house by her biological father without even taking a mouthful of breast milk and never returned.

When Qin Huai'an was five years old, her mother gave her a younger brother. His father was so happy that he gave Qin Huai'an a chopstick noodle for an unprecedented time.

Three days later, she was stuffed by her father to a stranger in exchange for a small bag of grain and ten eggs.

The person who bought her is called Jiuye. He loves Yue opera and has a rich family. He has a lot of children under his hand. All girls, some are picked up, and some are bought. The only purpose of their existence is to realize Jiuye. dream.

Although Liyuan’s training was hard, he was able to eat a full meal every day. Qin Huaian was very satisfied. Three years later, Qin Huaian was eight years old.

In the middle of winter, the lights in the bedroom have been turned off. Eleven girls lie side by side on the Chase bunk. They have a quilt and hug each other to keep warm. There is a single person, and they are lonely inside.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open, and a blast of cold wind poured in. The boss palmed the lamp, and saw that the visitor hurriedly knelt on the bed and whispered, "Jiuye."

"Go, you will sleep on the inside."

Qin Huaian knelt on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and saw Jiuye pull out a thin girl from behind. The girl was wearing a shabby coat and her face was blue with cold. She followed Jiuye's fingers and looked over to Qin Huai. Aimee.

Qin Huaian grinned. The girl was like a frightened little rabbit, her head hanging down and her shoulders.

Jiuye left, the girl was still standing on the ground motionless, the boss blew the lamp and wrapped the quilt: "Go to the innermost to sleep."

Qin Huaian went to the ground barefoot, holding the girl's thin shoulders, and touching her cold little hands in her hands: "Come on, I'll take you there."

The girl gave a "um", and obediently followed Qin Huaian's lead.

After entering the quilt, Qin Huaian hugged the girl in his arms, wrapped the quilt tightly, rubbing her cold little hands, and asked in a low voice: "What is your name and how old are you? Where do you live?"

"I don't have a name. Dad said I was five years old and had no home."

"Jiuye hasn't given a name yet? According to the usual practice, you should be Xiaoyao. Before I came, my tenth sister was Xiaoyao, and then she became me. Now you are here, I will give you Xiaoyao's name. Call me eleven."

"Eleven Sister~"

"Call it eleven."