Sang Yu stood outside the door and refused to enter, her heart beating wildly.
In a dream last night, Luo Ruyan appeared and told her to cut her hair like this.
She asked why, but Luo Ruyan didn't answer, but her intuition told Sang Yu that this hairstyle was related to Mu Rong.
She took half a day to cut her hair, and came back with anticipation. Seeing the way Murong looked at her, she was both nervous and happy.
"Come in, why are you standing outside?"
Sang Tong pushed open the glass door and invited Sang Yu in.
Murong turned his face away, let out a breath, and his thoughts drifted away.
Regarding the seal of memory in the painting, Murong thought for a long time, and finally decided to keep it.
Even if it is not real, but only in the dream, she can live such a fulfilling life, with family and friends.
Sang Tong praised: "Well, the new hairstyle is very good~"
Sang Yu's cheeks were a little red, and she secretly looked at Mu Rong.
Sang Tong returned to the table and tapped on the table with his fingers: "How is it?"
Murong turned his head, glanced at Sang Yu, and replied: "The five people are all recorded on the same day, and they all died of injustice."
"Sister Tongtong, what's the matter?"
Sang Tong recounted what happened today, with distress written all over his face.
She muttered, "Where is the problem?"
The three of them fell into silence, feeling dazed.
When it was time to close the shop, the three of them went home together. Murong walked behind Sang Yu, looked at her new hairstyle, and asked himself: Will the Ding Lei created by the painting demon appear in real life, and it is best not to appear .
Mu Rong was frightened by her own thought, what does it matter to Sang Yu to marry
They... don't seem to be that familiar, do they
In fact, before Sang Yu moved here, apart from Hao Jiefang, Mu Rong didn't have any friends around him.
In the words of Hao Jiefang: Everyone will die, forget everything in this life, and re-enter the next cycle.
But Yincha jumped out of reincarnation and lived in Fengdu City forever.
That night, Murong went to ecstasy as usual, while Sang Tong sat on the sofa thinking hard, Sang Yu finished washing and went to bed early.
In the dream, she saw Luo Ruyan again.
Luo Ruyan looked proud: "How about it, does Mu Rongxi like your new hairstyle?"
Sang Yu smiled and nodded: "Thank you."
"Thank you, it's a trivial matter~! Have you ordered the kimchi jar?"
"Um."
"When the kimchi is marinated, send a jar to Murong."
"Good~."
"Smoke."
"Um?"
"Can you tell me about Mu Rong's dream?"
"No, anyway, you just do as I tell you."
Luo Ruyan's mind has just opened, and she has learned a lot from Mu Rong. She understands Mu Rong and is also grateful to Mu Rong.
So he encouraged Sang Yu to lead the real life to the content of Murong's dream, as a reward for Mu Rong.
"Yanyan, I have something I want to ask you."
Sang Yu told about the strange things about Mo Chongxi's family, and Luo Ruyan replied: "Although I have practiced for thousands of years, I have been living in paintings. If you can lend me your body and let me touch him, maybe you can see something."
…
Mu Rong flipped through the dead book, made sure that today's work was done, and called Hao Jiefang.
He also told about Mo Chongxi.
"Tell me, what's going on here?"
Hao Jiefang flipped through the dead book and saw that the causes of death of the five people were: drug overdose, car accident, excessive blood loss and brain stem hemorrhage.
"Mo Chongxi lost too much blood, Mrs. Mo had a brain stem hemorrhage, Mo Xiaobao took medicine, and the rest of the mother and daughter were in a car accident. The whole family died on the same day. Don't you think there is a story in it?"
With that said, Hao Jiefang clicked on Mo Xiaobao's name and cause of death.
"You mean..."
Hao Jiefang closed the dead book, lit a cigarette, and said leisurely, "Our underworld servants are only responsible for arresting people. If someone like you keeps the dead book, but helps the people above escape the catastrophe, is it considered a foul?"
"That's five lives! They..."
"There are so many dead people every day, can you manage it? This is their life. If you manage these five people, is it fair to others?"
"Murong, you have changed. Don't forget your purpose and mission in life. Your mother is still waiting for you in Tiewei Mountain. Sympathy is stupid. You helped them escape death. Who will help your mother? ?”
"And last time, I didn't let you into the painting, but you wanted to go in. Since they have already made up their minds to sacrifice their lives for righteousness, why do you risk your life? If you can't get out of the painting, what will your mother do?"
Murong was silent for a long time, and asked: "Hao Jiefang, if one day my life is in danger, will you save me?"
Hao Jiefang took a long puff of cigarette, exhaled and replied: "I will, I will protect you to die, and then report to the underworld, and successfully become a well-organized errand, and you will not fall into reincarnation."
At three o'clock in the morning, Mu Rong returned home.
The days in the north are getting longer and longer, and it will be bright after four o'clock.
After his soul returned to his body, Murong didn't get up immediately, but closed his eyes.
Ever since she became a errand, she hardly slept at all. She walked around the world in the painting, and her living habits have somewhat changed.
After a while, she fell asleep.
She had a dream.
In the dream: Mo Xiaobao suddenly went berserk and hacked Mo Chongxi with a kitchen knife. Mo Chongxi fell into a pool of blood and convulsed. During the tugging, the old lady Mo accidentally fell, and her temple hit the corner of the table, causing a cerebral hemorrhage.
However, Mo Xiaobao's stepmother saw that someone was killed, and drove away with her daughter. Due to excessive nervousness, a car accident occurred, and the mother and daughter died on the spot!
Looking at his family's corpses, Mo Xiaobao smiled maniacally. He dug out the medicine box, poured out a handful of red and green pills and capsules, and swallowed them.
"Ah!" Murong sat up sweating.
Ah Miao floated outside the door, and asked with concern: "Lord Murong~ is it all right?"
It's a pity that Mu Rong's true soul returned to his body, and he couldn't hear Ah Miao's concern.
She got up and went to the living room to pour herself a glass of water, but she sat on the sofa with the water glass in her hands and was lost in thought. Time passed by, and when Sangyu came to knock on the door, she was still in her pajamas.
Sang Yu looked at Mu Rong, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you sick? Your complexion is very bad."
"Where's your sister?"
"Just come out, I'll call you first."
"Come in and sit down, and ask your sister to come too."
Sang Yu walked into the bathroom, took out a hot towel and handed it to Mu Rong: "Why are you sweating, do you want me to accompany you to the doctor?"
Mu Rong shook his head, that dream was too real, and Mo Xiaobao's actions brought back memories of killing Mu Haijun.
Sang Yu leaned over, and raised his hand to caress Mu Rong's forehead, sweating a little.
He grabbed Murong's fingers again, it was cold.
Mu Rong looked at Sang Yu, who was close at hand, with eyes full of concern, and was in a daze again. The way she looked at herself was exactly the same as in the dream.
Murong said in a strange way: "I want to eat kimchi."
Sang Yu smiled, and there seemed to be a sea of stars in his eyes: "I just ordered a pickle jar, and when it's ready, I'll send you a jar. What do you want?"
"Cowpeas, pickled peppers."
"good."
When Sang Tong came in, what he saw was this scene: the two were close together, and his sister was holding Mu Rong's hand.
She coughed heavily, and Lord Mu Rong pulled out his hand, putting distance between him and Sang Yu.
Murong stated his dream, and just as he finished speaking, Sang Tong's phone rang.
Bao Xiaoxuan said anxiously: "Master Sang, come here quickly, Xiaobao was 'sleepwalking' again yesterday, and almost chopped Uncle Mo with a kitchen knife."
The receiver's voice was too loud. When Murong heard it, his face turned pale. The dream came true? what does that mean
On the way, Sang Yu said in his heart: "Yanyan, when you arrive at Mo's house later, you find a chance to occupy my body and see what happened to their house."
After entering Mo's house, Mrs. Mo was sitting on the sofa wiping tears.
Sang Yu's body trembled suddenly, and she walked straight over, held Mrs. Mo's hand, and comforted, "Grandma, don't be sad."
The old lady Mo looked at Sang Yu with tears in her eyes, beat her chest with one hand, and cried out heartbroken: "What a crime! Our old Mo family has committed such a crime! Father and son are killing each other, what face do I have to meet our ancestors?" Zong!"
But Sang Yu got up suddenly, walked behind the pillar, and trembled again.
A voice floated in my heart: "Xiao Yu, I saw a mountain fire broke out in the Mo family on the day of the Qingming Festival. You find a way to bring the topic to their ancestral grave, let old lady Mo tell the story of the fire, and see what your sister and Mu Rong say."
Sang Yu thought for a while: If she told Sang Tong, she would definitely attract suspicion, so she went to Mu Rong's side.
Since the morning, Mu Rong's complexion has been very bad, Sang Yu took Mu Rong's arm tightly, and the latter's body was tense.
Standing on tiptoe, she leaned into Murong's ear and whispered, "Murong, do you think there is something wrong with their family's ancestral grave?"
With a flash of inspiration, Murong turned his head and looked at Sang Yu in surprise.
The distance between the two is very close, only a few centimeters between the tip of the nose.
Mu Rong retreated subconsciously, but was held back by Sang Yu: "Don't tell me Sister Tongtong!"
Mu Rong nodded. Seeing that Sang Tong didn't notice this way, he walked up to Mrs. Mo and asked, "Grandma Mo, how long has it been since your family worshiped their ancestors?"
Hearing this, a guess flashed in Sang Tong's mind.
Old Madam Mo wiped her tears: "Our family values filial piety the most. Every Qingming Festival, we go to the ancestral graves to pay respects. This year, when we go to the graves during the Qingming Festival, we still..."
Old Madam Mo's words stopped abruptly. The ancestral tomb caught fire in a large area, which has constituted a crime. This matter is a secret of their family and cannot be revealed.
Sang Yu asked, "Grandma Mo, what happened when you went to the grave?"
The author has something to say: Sang Yu's golden finger: Luo Ruyan~