My Death God Roommate

Chapter 89: Ma'am

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

Di is the most fragile spirit body in the world, and does not need any treatment. Once they reach their limit, they will disappear in this world forever.

Murong didn't know how long the Requiem Talisman could keep her. Instead of loosening the soul chain, she wrapped it a few more times. The soul chain is a magic weapon of the underworld, full of sinister energy, and it may help this woman.

Sang Tong pulled Zeng Tianhan aside: "Is this what the bureau asked you to handle?"

"Well... that's her."

"You beat her up?"

"It's not."

"Is there a mistake? Who gave you the order? This thing will dissipate naturally in a short time. It is necessary to mobilize so many people to transfer you here from the northeast?"

Zeng Tianhan shook his head: "Who knows the decision from above? We can only obey, but it's very strange. Last time we fought in Guan'er Prefecture, she was still a ghost, and she was an old ghost at that time. We fought three times. , She seems to know a lot about shamanism, she ran across the Yelou River when I was not prepared, it was only less than ten days, how did this happen?"

"Let's go there."

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

Sang Tong asked: "Who is Qin Huaian?"

Sang Yu pulled out the photos taken from the album and handed them to Sang Tong: "Sister Tongtong, look, this theater is called 'Huaimengyuan' since the Republic of China. This is a group photo of the two pillars and Wu Peifu. This It's Qin Huaian, this is Zhuang Diemeng, does the Baoyu in your photo look exactly like her?"

"During the period of the Republic of China?" Sang Tong looked at Qin Huai'an, and saw that she maintained her appearance in her twenties. Ghosts were different from 聻. After transforming into 聻, her appearance would change back to her age when she died.

"Based on this, this is a hundred-year-old ghost? How could it be possible that we..."

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

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the world was pacified, and the war ended, but there were still a large number of undead that were not accepted by the underworld, wandering around all day long.

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

Most of them were saved in a concentrated way, some of them had already cultivated the ghost way and had mana, and they were put under the unified control of the bureau, and some evil spirits were beaten into pussies.

Like the ancestors of the Mohists, they have existed for hundreds of years by virtue of their location. They are extremely rare species. It is unexpected that there are such hundred-year-old ghosts!

The order from the bureau was to turn the soul into a dwarf. Although we don't know who did it, Zeng Tianhan's mission has been completed so far.

"Yuwa'er, we're going back."

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

"It's useless. She's already grown up. You can see that her body is almost transparent. She was frightened just now. When the sun rises, she will be wiped out."

"But it's still some time before dawn, I want to try."

"Her three souls and seven spirits have dissipated, and what remains is only a little 'Qi'. You have asked for so long, has she answered you? She is a creature without wisdom now, and she can't ask anything. Don't waste your time. When you have strength, go back with your sister."

"Mu benefactor, according to the four directions, it is better to put the soul of this female benefactor back into the laurel tree. This century-old tree has some spirituality, and it is compatible with this benefactor's aura, which may slow down the speed of her demise. .”

Just as Sang Tong said "unrecoverable", Su Sifang gave a counterexample, and his face was a little uneasy: "Are you going back?"

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

"Zeng Tianhan, let's go."

Sang Yu held up the phone screen in front of the osmanthus tree: "You are Qin Huaian, right? The one above is you, and the person you are looking for is..."

With a sound of "shua", Qin Huaian, who had just returned to the osmanthus tree, appeared. She stared straight at the phone screen, and she silently shed bright red tears, "Xiaodie, why didn't you come back."

Sang Yu was overjoyed and confirmed Qin Huai'an's identity, and Qin Huai'an responded to the photo.

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

The screen of the phone went dark, and Qin Huaian's mood became uneasy. Her eyes were full of anxiety and despair, and she stared at the screen of the phone without blinking: "Xiaodie, you didn't come."

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

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

"good."

It's a pity that Sang Yu is a mortal, and his mortal body cannot touch Qin Huaian.

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

"Then what to do?"

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

"Yanyan, she has turned into a dick, my sister said, she will not be alive for long, shall we help her?"

"I can show up and try, but you have to convince Mu Rong and Su Sifang to keep it a secret. If your sister knows that I live in your body, she will definitely try her best to pull me out and destroy me. By then My fate is worse than that of Qin Huai'an."

After leaving the laurel tree, Qin Huai'an continued to weaken. Although there was a black talisman protecting her altar, her limbs also began to show signs of dissipating.

Sang Yu still remembers Ah Yun back then, when he said that it was only a blink of an eye before he turned into dust.

"Murong, Master Xiaofang, can I ask you one thing?"

Murong glanced at Su Sifang, saw the other party nodded, and nodded too: "What's the matter? Tell me."

"No matter what you see for a while, please don't tell my sister. I will explain it later. Now I just want to help her. Her time is running out."

"good."

Sang Yu glanced at Mu Rong gratefully and smiled.

"Yanyan, come out."

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

"Murong, long time no see."

"Luo Ruyan? Are you 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, Xiao Yu is my savior, I just live in her body, and I will never do anything bad to her."

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

Mu Rong's expression was a little unnatural, and he turned his head away: "That's good, you can do it yourself."

Luo Ruyan folded his hands by his side, and extended a thousand blessings to Murong, thousands of words were condensed in this worship.

"Yanyan, come and have a try."

"good."

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

The scroll unfolded and floated in mid-air, Qin Huaian was sucked in by the scroll.

Afterwards, a dynamic picture appeared on the scroll, and it was Qin Huai'an's memory that was played. In order to facilitate Mu Rong and others' understanding, Luo Ruyan played the role of explanation at the right time.

In that era of poverty, turmoil, and endless wars, human life was worthless, especially the lives of the poor.

Many boys from impoverished families are forced to sell them. Most of the "losing money" like girls will be thrown away at birth. The situation of the only daughter in the family may be better, and it is only at home. Before the male was born...

Qin Huai'an was born in such a family that was extremely eager for a male to inherit the incense, but was always faced with being unable to open the pot.

Fortunately, Qin Huai'an 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 having a sip of breast milk, and never came back.

When Qin Huaian was five years old, her mother gave birth to a younger brother. His father was so happy that he gave Qin Huaian a chopstick of noodles for the first time.

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

The person who bought her was called Master Jiu. He loved Yue opera and had a rich family. He raised many children under his hands. All the girls were picked up or bought. The only purpose of their existence was to realize Master Jiu. dream.

Although the training in Liyuan was tough, Qin Huai'an was very satisfied because he could eat a full meal every day. Three years later, Qin Huai'an 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 big bunk. The two of them share a quilt, hug each other to keep warm, and there is only one girl, huddled in the innermost place alone.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind came in. The boss turned on the lamp, and when he saw the person coming, he quickly knelt on the bed and called out in a low voice, "Jiuye."

"Go, you sleep in the innermost."

Qin Huai'an knelt on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and saw Master Jiu pull out a thin girl from behind. The girl was wearing a shabby single dress, and her face was blue from the cold. She followed Master Jiu's fingers and looked at Qin Huai. Anshi.

Qin Huaian grinned, the girl was like a frightened bunny, with her head down and her shoulders shrunk.

Master Jiu left, but the girl was still standing motionless on the ground. The boss blew on the lamp and wrapped up the quilt: "Go to the innermost place and sleep."

Qin Huaian got down to the ground barefoot, hugged the girl's thin shoulders, and felt her cold little hand in his hand: "Come on, I'll take you there."

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

After getting into the bed, Qin Huaian held the girl in his arms, wrapped the quilt tightly, and while rubbing her cold little hands, asked in a low voice: "What's your name, how old are you? Where do you live?"

"I don't have a name. My dad said I was five years old and I don't have a home."

"Jiuye hasn't given you a name yet? According to the convention, you should be Xiaoyao. Before I came, the tenth sister was called Xiaoyao, and then she became me. Now that you are here, I will give you Xiaoyao's name. From now on, you will be Xiaoyao." Call me Eleven."

"Sister Eleven~"

"Just call eleven."