My Death God Roommate

Chapter 9: Neighbor Amin

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The shock on Ah Meow's face lingered for a long time, and Hao Jiefang took out a cigarette out of nowhere, put it in his mouth, and lit the cigarette by himself.

Between swallowing and spitting, his expression became clouded.

The two were silent for a long time, halfway through the cigarettes, Hao Jiefang continued: "Murong's biological father, Mu Haijun, is a gambler. Mu Rong's mother, Tang Jie, has a rather soft personality, and Mu Haijun is like boiling a frog in warm water, step by step, pressing Tang Jie to the point where she dare not even speak."

"Then what happened next?"

"Later~" Hao Jiefang exhaled a smoke ring and fell into memory.

"Maybe in the eyes of you living people, Murong's mother is very pitiful and can be forgiven; but in the underworld, whether it is suicide or murder, or abandoning an orphan, it is a felony... This incident shocked the underworld back then. It was personally escorted to the underworld by the two adults, the bull head and the horse face."

"Does bull head and horse face really exist?"

"Of course, bull's head and horse face, black and white impermanence are all real. These four adults each have a department in the Death Academy; like me, I belong to the Day Department of the Death Academy. My husband... ah, that is, my teacher, directly under The boss; it’s Xie Bi’an, the seventh master; Mu Rong is a student of the night department, under the jurisdiction of the eighth master, Fan Wujiu.”

After finishing speaking, Hao Jiefang cupped his fists and bowed in all directions.

"Then I... why haven't I seen it before?"

A strange smile flashed across Hao Jiefang's face: "You think the seventh master and the eighth master can see them as soon as they want? If you want to see them, it depends on whether you are qualified or not!"

"What, what do you mean?"

At this time, Ah Miao has completely relaxed her vigilance. Listening to Hao Jiefang's narration, it seems that she has entered a mythical world and is addicted to it.

Hao Jiefang threw away the cigarette butt, sat down on Murong's desk and continued, "If the seventh and eighth masters go to pick up a person in pairs, this person must have made great merit in life, did great good, did great things, and benefited the people of one side. Whoever dies and happens to see these two masters can be regarded as his great good luck, the soul received by them will be reborn as a human body in the next life, and he will be rich and powerful."

"The bull head and the horse face are the opposite. If the two of you, the bull head and the horse face King Ming, go to hook someone, this person will definitely go to hell and suffer for thousands of years, and will be entrusted to the animal way in the next life."

"Ah! That Murong's mother..."

Hao Jiefang sighed and nodded.

In the paper-making shop, it fell into silence again, and Hao Jiefang stared at the double female ghost standing in the corner in a daze.

After a while, Fu said again: "Murong became an orphan and was adopted by the Shanyang City Welfare Institute. When she was ten years old, she dreamed that her mother was suffering in hell. It is really true that mother and daughter are connected. No solution, Mu Rong's mother had fallen into hell at that time, and she was not qualified to give her family dreams, but Mu Rong sensed it; she was also a child with ideas, and she secretly committed suicide by drinking disinfectant from the orphanage."

"ah?!"

"It happened that I hooked her."

"Then... how did Murong come back from the dead?"

Hao Jiefang smiled and jumped off his desk: "It's getting late, I'm going back. If you're really curious, why don't you ask Mu Rong?"

Ah Meow shuddered, she was still a little afraid of Mu Rong in her heart, it was a very strange feeling, she was deeply attracted, but also a little apprehensive.

Hao Jiefang had a clear expression on his face: "Go back early, you are a rootless soul, if you can follow Murong, it will be considered your luck."

After speaking, he pinched a formula and disappeared in place.

Ah Miao drifted back to No. 403, Xinxin Homeland, recalling what Hao Jiefang told her today, she felt itchy in her heart.

"Sangyu~Sangyu~~!"

"Well~"

"Sang Yu, wake up, I have something to tell you."

After finishing work, Murong floated back home. Seeing that Sang Yu woke up early in the morning, sitting on the sofa, playing with her mobile phone, and Ah Miao was sitting next to Sang Yu, she raised her eyebrows: "You Stay away from living people, don't disturb their aura."

"Yes, Lord Murong~" Ah Miao immediately distanced herself from Sang Yu.

And Sang Yu, who was fiddling with the phone, seemed to see something interesting, and smiled at the phone screen.

Murong couldn't help but glanced twice, and then floated back to his room.

Sang Yu took out her phone, and the screen displayed a weather forecast for Sacheon...

At eight o'clock in the morning, when Murong came out of the room, Sang Yu had already prepared breakfast.

Looking at Mu Rong who was stunned by the door, Sang Yu smiled and said, "It's time to wash and eat."

Murong opened his mouth, but under the gaze of Sang Yu's eyes like water, he obediently washed up.

Looking at Murong's back, Sang Yu's eyes flashed with distress.

Ah Meow told her all about it yesterday.

Sang Yu has never encountered such a situation, and it is impossible to comfort her. What she can do for Mu Rong may be to cook some delicious meals or provide a little companionship when they are still roommates.

The two sat opposite each other, and Sang Yu put a poached egg into Murong's bowl: "Do you have any food that you should not eat?"

"No."

"What do you like to eat?"

"No."

"What about the ones you don't like?"

"Fatty meat and parsley."

"Oh, I remember."

"Actually, you don't have to bother. I paid for it at an early morning shop, and I just go there to eat every day. It's still on the way."

"It's getting colder and colder now. If I eat something cold, my stomach will feel uncomfortable. Besides, I have to eat. It's rare that we both have the same work and rest time, so there is no trouble."

"It's up to you."

"Murong?"

"Um."

"I'm a bit bored at home alone during the day, I wonder if I can visit your store?"

"... a paper-making shop."

"I know~ can I?"

"OK."

Ah Miao, who had been floating beside her, trembled, pointed at Sang Yu and said, "Sang Yu, did you see it? When Murong said "paper-making shop" just now, he used that look of caring for the mentally retarded. Looking at you, she must think that you are abnormal, you are finished, you are a strange girl in Murong's heart now, hahahahaha... "

Sang Yu's pretty face flushed, and she glanced at Mu Rong secretly, seeing that the other person's expression was still indifferent, as if he was not as disgusted as Ah Miao said, so she was relieved.

After breakfast, the two went out together. Because of Sang Yu's participation, Murong couldn't ride a bike anymore, so he pushed the bike and walked side by side with Sang Yu.

Mu Rong has never talked much, even if there is one more person beside her, she doesn't think she has anything to say.

And Sang Yu had a lot to say to Murong, but when he thought of Murong's aloof character and what Ah Meow said just now... he had no choice but to remain silent.

However, the journey was not quiet. Ah Miao hung on Murong's body and sang loudly, "Not Afraid, Not Afraid", accompanying her all the way.

The iron curtain rolled upwards, and a gust of wind blew out from inside the paper-making shop. Sang Yu saw many souls stealing joss sticks, and when she saw Mu Rong, she scrambled away.

Seeing this, Ah Meow jumped off of Murong like a loyal dog, pointing at the back of the thief with his hips crossed, and shouted, "If you come to steal again in the future, I will tell Master Murong to take it away." you!"

"Sit whatever you want." Murong poured a glass of water for Sang Yu, and then got busy on his own.

"Is anyone here?"

A young man walked in, with green stubble on his chin, deep dark circles and bloodshot eyes, thin and haggard, as if he would fall down at any time.

"Mr. Armin?"

The young man called "A Ming" looked at Sang Yu for a long while, and suddenly said, "Miss Sang?"

"It's me, what do you need to buy?"

"Aren't you here to travel? Why are you here?"

"Ah, I'm just curious to come and have a look, and help out by the way..."

"help?"

"Um."

"Sang Yu, this person's luck is so low. There is a funeral home in front of him, and he is not afraid of bumping into things." Ah Miao said as she floated around "Mr. A Ming".

Sang Yu's heart tightened, and he looked at the stand-in female ghost in the corner. Seeing that there was no response from the other party, he was relieved a little, and came to Murong and introduced, "Murong, this Mr. A Ming is the owner of 402 across the street. I met once before and said a few words."

Murong nodded, and Sang Yu stepped aside.

"Hi sir, how can I help you?"

Amin took a sudden step forward, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and then hesitantly stopped, holding the things in his arms tightly, with a look of hesitation.

"You, the boss?"

"right."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Amin went mad, and jumped in front of Murong, took out a mahogany box from his arms, and held it tremblingly: "Save her, save her, please!"

Murong looked at the box calmly, did not answer it, and asked coldly, "What is this?"

"Sang Yu, there's something in the box!" Ah Miao reminded.

"Mr. A Ming, why don't you open the box?"

"Oh, good."

Amin opened the box with trembling hands. With a "click", music came out of the box. It turned out to be a music box.

The tune is very strange, Sang Yu has never heard it before, ding ding dong dong, gentle and melodious, it sounds very comfortable.

Just when Sang Yu was unknowingly immersed in the music, Murong's cold voice sounded: "I'm sorry sir, we are a paper making shop here, so we can't repair this thing."

A trace of despair flashed in Amin's eyes, and he asked unwillingly, "Can't you hear me?"

Murong shook his head.

Sang Yu and Ah Miao looked at each other in astonishment, and a chill came down their backs.

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