My Death God Roommate - Chapter 237

With a burst of white light, Mu Rong entered the phantom of the past time and space just like in a train.

Yang Keer sat on the head of Liu Hongde’s bed, looking at the shivering and swelling quilt on the bed, panic that the voice of the change of tone came from the quilt.

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me! I’m still young and I don’t want to die. I’m the only one left in our village. God has mercy on me. Please leave a little blood for Yuexiang Village!”

A trace of sadness flashed across Yang Ke’er’s face, and said leisurely: “You and I have been married, this life and this life… even if you die, it is impossible to get rid of me.”

The destruction of Yuexiang Village dealt a serious blow to Liu Hongde. Later, he was called by a special department to inquire about many things, and received a state compensation and signed a confidentiality agreement.

Liu Hongde is very clever. He inferred that there was something strange in his village. He was worried that the murderer would cut the grass and root out. He simply quit his job. There were more and more Buddha statues in the family, but he couldn’t suppress the panic in his heart. He was in a trance every day.

In this way, his physical condition is getting worse and worse. At the beginning, he finally woke up with a shiver from falling asleep, and seeing Yang Keer lying beside him.

Frightened, he did not dare to sleep for several days, kneeling before the Buddha’s image, reciting sutras and confessing, but this situation intensified, and when the sun was the most poisonous at noon, he could actually see Yang Keer passing by. Figure.

Mu Rong looked at the fast flashing scene before him, seeing Liu Hongde panicked all day long, even though Yang Keer stayed by his lover as he wished, he was not happy, and his feelings were difficult to understand.

The flow of time in the Phantom World suddenly slowed down, and Mu Rong knew that the cause of Liu Hongde’s death was about to appear!

She raised the spirit of 120,000 points, paying attention to every place in the room.

Yang Keer looked at the empty window in a panic: “Who are you?”

Mu Rong frowned, but Yang Keer and Liu Hongde did not see anyone else in the room.

“Ah!” Yang Ke’er screamed, her soul body quickly shattered and decomposed like a piece of paper inserted into a shredder.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Hongde was pulled out of the quilt by an invisible force. He struggled in midair in pain for a while, then knelt on the ground with his mouth wide open and torn at the corners of his mouth, drooling out. Eyeballs protruded outwards and his expression was very painful.

At this moment, Mu Rong’s talisman paper popped out to protect Liu Hongde, but in less than a second, with a “bang”, the talisman paper was crushed by a powerful force.

Mu Rong couldn’t help raising his hand to cover his heart, the pain in his heart when the talisman was broken, it seemed that the pain had not disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a lot of blood came out of Liu Hongde’s body, and the floor was quickly stained red.

Mu Rong saw: A “white smoke” emerged from Liu Hongde’s seven orifices, a twisted figure floating in the air, Liu Hongde’s soul was abruptly stripped out!

The picture stopped, and Mu Rong slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Zeng Tianhan looking at him questioningly, opening his mouth but not knowing where to start, the cause of Liu Hongde’s death was so bizarre that even Buddha’s eyes could not detect the true face of the murderer.

“Call the police.”

“You came up with this after sitting for so long?”

“It’s hard to say a word, call the police first.”

Yao Yaoling rushed to block the scene. The leaders of the bureau had instructed that they did not embarrass Mu Rong and Zeng Tianhan, and politely invited them back to the police station to make a record.

The forensic doctor initially identified that Liu Hongde died of excessive blood loss. The bloodstain on the floor belonged to the deceased, but it was strange that no fatal wounds capable of bleeding so much blood were found on the deceased’s body.

Coming out of the police station, Zeng Tianhan carried Mu Rong back to his Anshun Hall. The shop was located in the busy city but cleverly hidden in the alley.

You can hear the peculiar shamanism chants coming from a long distance away. Zeng Tianhan explained with a smile: “I have accepted a young apprentice, with a high talent, I can already see the ordinary trivial things.”

“Congratulations.”

Several guests stood in the shop. Zeng Tianhan’s apprentice Shen Dong wore the same shaman robes and babbled.

Mu Rong noticed a peasant woman sitting on the sofa. The woman’s mouth and eyes were slanted and her body trembled like chaff. Several sweaty farmers were pressing on her.

Zeng Tianhan walked over quickly and picked up the donkey skin drum to make a crisp drum. Shen Dong Yixi looked at Zeng Tianhan, who nodded to signal him to continue.

“Ouch!” The woman suddenly went mad and grabbed the arm of the man next to her, not letting go. Mu Rong glanced intently: the woman’s eyebrows were filled with yellow smoke, and a stray weasel was attached to her.

Zeng Tianhan held Shen Dong’s shoulders and stopped beating the drums. He drew out the golden knife and looked at the woman: “You little wicked animal, I think that in the face of your ancestors, I also think that it is not easy to practice today. Good talk, do I have to abolish your cultivation base and beat you back to the original shape, cramping and peeling the skin to give up?”

The blood ran down the man’s arm, and the woman rolled her eyelids and stared at Zeng Tianhan viciously with those green eyes, and said vaguely: “My request is very simple. The worship is passed down from generation to generation. If you really belong to our Ma family Should help me!”

Shen Dong jumped out and yelled angrily: “What a little evil animal who doesn’t know the heights of the sky, your grandma, grandma are not qualified to stand up, just because you are worshipped for generations, are you not afraid of being struck by thunder!? What else is there for others to disturb peace?”

Zeng Tianhan waved his hand to signal Shaoan not to be impatient, and said with earnest persuasion: “There is no rule without rules. The Ma family has always been based on the principle of mutual consent. You and this family have neither gratitude nor resentment, and they are unwilling to go out. You Why do you want to force it? Although my apprentice speaks badly, but the truth is true. Your Taoism is still shallow, go back to the mountains and cultivate for a hundred years before you come.”

“You can’t control the whole life for a while. My body is not here. Even if you forcibly drive me away today, I will still come!”

An elderly man was very worried after hearing this: “Zeng Daxian, my daughter-in-law is in poor health and she can’t bear this. The child in the family is still young, so okay.”

Zeng Tianhan nodded, and glanced at Shen Dong, who knew how to find a one-meter red cloth from under the sacred table. Zeng Tianhan put down the three treasures and pulled out a large red paper from the drawer to roll it into a paper tube, and then walked around to the back of the temple. Borrowed a few drops of nectar from the water purification jar in front of the Guanyin Xiangxiang and poured it on the paper tube, and walked out with his hands behind his back.

After walking to the woman, she picked up the paper tube and smashed it towards her Tianling Cap. With a “bang”, Huangpizi’s spirit body was beaten on the ground, and the woman rolled her eyes and shook her body a few times and passed out.

Shen Dong stretched the red cloth to the ground and just buckled the yellow leather inside, struggling violently in the seemingly empty red cloth pocket, frightening the other people to hide away.

This family gratefully carried the woman and left. Before leaving, he pressed a crumpled 30 yuan under Zeng Tianhan’s fairy hall. Zeng Tianhan smiled and sent the person to the door, and returned to the shop to pick up the money. Er took out one and handed it to Shen Dong: “Go and buy me a pack of cigarettes. Let’s stop here today. I won’t accept it if it’s not a terrible emergency.”

“Yes, Master.”

Zeng Tianhan changed his robe and sat on the sofa: “Hey, this is really hard money.”

“What are you going to do with it?” Mu Rong pointed to the yellow leather that was still struggling but couldn’t escape the red cloth.

“This wicked animal does a lot of wrongdoing. I plan to abolish the cultivation base and throw it into the mountains to let it fend for itself.”

A cry of begging for mercy came from the Red Burri, and Zeng Tianhan slapped the coffee table heavily before quieting down.

“Do you have a clean room here? Lend me one.”

“The third room upstairs is a guest room, please do it yourself.”

“Thank you.”

Mu Rong asked Zeng Tianhan borrowed yellow paper cinnabar and went to the second floor. He took off the necklace that had been hanging around his neck for three years and put it on the bedside table. He picked up a brush dipped in cinnabar and drew a soul-shaking charm in one go. I took a mobile phone downstairs and burned it. I lay on the bed and stuck the talisman paper on the top of my head, and the soul floated out.

Mu Rong picked up the mobile phone and dialed Hao Jiefang’s number, which rang for a long time before connecting.

They haven’t contacted for three years since Mu Rong stumbled out of Wangchuanhe last time. According to the following time, it has been thirty years.

“Hello, hello.”

Mu Rong was excited and pleased to hear the familiar voice of his old friend: “Hao Jiefang, it’s me.”

The other side was silent for a while: “Murong?” The tone was calm.

“Well, are you okay?”

“Very good, why contact me suddenly.”

“Can you help me see that Liu Hongde and Yang Ke’er’s marriage document is still there? This is not a taboo.”

“What do you check it for.”

“Yang Keer and Liu Hongde are dead. No, it should be said that it is more serious than death. The most terrifying thing is that I didn’t see the murderer.”

“Are you there?”

“No, I calculated it afterwards.”

“Calculate? You… opened the Buddha’s eyes?” Hao Jiefang’s tone was very excited, no longer the calm before.

“Ok.”

After a long silence, a long sigh came from the receiver: “I’m sorry Mu Rong, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

“Oh… it doesn’t matter, I understand, after all, I’m not a bad guy. It’s taboo to inquire about the underworld, right?”

There was another long silence, and Hao Jiefang gritted his teeth: “The gate of Fengdu is closed. Now those who are going to reincarnate are the reserve souls who lived in Fengdu and are waiting for reincarnation. You didn’t realize that your two-child policy was opened but the birth rate was still low. Does it continue to decrease?”

Mu Rong was surprised: “Why? Feng is the hub of the Three Realms and Six Paths, won’t there be no one in the sun in the long run? What about the souls wandering in the sun?”

Hao Jiefang suddenly lowered his voice: “There is only so much I can tell you. The Death Academy has activated the control of Yang Jian, and now there is no difference, let’s not say.”

A busy tone came, and Hao Jiefang hung up the phone.

However, Mu Rong was lost in thought. In the past three years, she had almost paid no attention to the changes in the outside world. She did not expect such a big event to happen.

The gate of Fengdu was closed, the people from a stockade in southern Xinjiang disappeared bizarrely, and to the murderer who was invisible to Buddha, even the Majia in the northeast became a mess!