Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen pursed his lips and said nothing. This man was surrounded by purple aura, and any ghost who dared to approach him would be slain.

He concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, secretly absorbing the purple energy into his body and began to refine it into Taoist power. In just a short while, it was equivalent to the Taoist power he had accumulated from fortune-telling over the past few days.

If he could stay longer, his cultivation would definitely recover faster.

After changing his mind, he decided to give up. This person's aura was too strong and he was a little breathless. He should just practice slowly. This shortcut was not easy to take.

Soon, the car stopped in front of the hotel.

The two walked one behind the other.

Qin Wushuang looked back, his eyes fell on his backpack, and frowned: "Su Chen, why are you carrying a bag for no reason? Is there anything in it?"

Upon hearing this, Su Chen opened it and gestured for her to look.

"Nothing much, just a thermos and some talisman paper. Oh, and by the way, this amulet will keep you safe."

Looking at the light golden triangle being handed to him, he reached out to take it, rubbed it, and casually stuffed it into his bag full of diamonds with a grunt.

The two of them sat down in the front row, and people came over one after another.

From time to time, someone would look at Su Chen and whisper something: "Ah, that's Boss Qin's man. He looks so young, he must be a college student."

"I didn't expect that the always cold and arrogant Boss Qin actually likes a little puppy. He really looks very youthful."

"Don't mention this one, but he looks very similar to the young master of the Fu family from the side. No wonder an orphan like her was able to marry into the Qin family. This is the only face she can look at. When the real master comes back, there will be something interesting to watch."

"That's not necessarily true. I heard that this guy is the top scholar in Province B. Not only does he have an impressive face, but he also has an extraordinary brain. Otherwise, he wouldn't be favored by President Qin."

Su Chen listened as their voices grew louder and louder. He lowered his eyes and felt a little annoyed. Talking bad about people behind their backs was one thing, but could they please speak a little more quietly? It was really noisy.

I took out my phone, turned it on, and saw a missed call.

There are also messages from Wang Hao on WeChat.

"Hey buddy, the amulet sold for three thousand. If you have time, draw more. This one's selling really well. We're making a killing, haha."

[…Okay, I’ll draw it when I have time.]

Su Chen muted his phone, took out his thermos, and poured himself a cup. He noticed someone's gaze and turned to look at him: "Miss Qin, do you want some?"

Qin Wushuang's eyes turned cold: "I said before, when you go out, just call me Wushuang, and this will not happen again!"

"Okay Wushuang, you want to drink."

"...What's in your thermos?"

"Goji berry ginseng tea, health preservation should start from youth."

Su Chen said this, taking small sips with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Qin Wushuang's mouth twitched, and he turned his head away from looking at him. This man was no longer timid now, and was much more pleasing to the eye than before, but his brain seemed a little abnormal.

Soon the charity auction began. It was called charity because all the items and the prices paid at the auction were donated to the foundation free of charge in the name of individuals.

Qin Wushuang didn't react as the items were bought one by one.

The host looked down at the audience, a dark light flashing in his eyes, and clapped his hands. "Next, it's an official kiln porcelain. The pattern is very exquisite, and it's also our finale collection today."

"The starting price is five million, each bid is five hundred thousand. Start now!"

As the porcelain covered with black cloth was carefully lifted up, the host pulled off the black cloth, and the light shone directly on the porcelain, emitting a brilliant glow.

Qin Wushuang sat up straight, staring at the stage, obviously interested in the porcelain.

The dark shadow in the dark saw this scene, made a gesture, and quickly retreated.

People kept raising signs and bidding. Qin Wushuang was holding the sign and was about to raise it when he was held down by the person next to him. He looked at him with a puzzled look: "What's wrong?"

Su Chen frowned, his expression serious: "Don't take a picture. There's something fishy about that vase. It's been tampered with. If you take a picture of it and keep it at home, it will suck your blood and energy for a long time, and you will die sooner."

"...What are you talking about, Su Chen? I think you really have a broken brain. It's just a vase, who can do anything to it?"

As he raised the sign, the host saw this and his smile deepened: "Mr. Qin bid eight million, and there are others bidding. If there is no one else."

Another sign was raised.

Su Chen looked at the black gas wrapped around the vase, which was wriggling on it like a moving insect. It was a spell that only people who practiced evil ways would use.

It is specifically used to absorb the blood and energy of people with special destinies to prolong one's lifespan. It is the most hated existence by all those who practice Taoism.

He reached out and held her wrist, and said seriously: "Wait, I know you want that vase. Let's look at something first. If you insist after you see it, I will definitely not stop you."

Su Chen said as he put a yellow talisman directly on her body.

"This is a ghost-seeing talisman. Although it can't compare to opening the third eye, it's still enough to see some dirty things."

"Don't be angry first, look at the vase above."

Qin Wushuang's eyebrows were filled with displeasure as he warned: "You'd better be telling the truth. I came here today just for this vase. If you miss it..."

He turned his head to look over, and his eyes suddenly widened. He saw that the scene in his eyes had changed. The originally dazzling vase was now filled with black mist.

Just one look at it makes people feel cold in their hearts.

Qin Wushuang rubbed his eyes, the black fog was still there. He looked at the talisman paper stuck on his body. He tore it off and looked at it again. It returned to its original state. When he stuck it back on, it looked completely different. His brows were furrowed.

Lowering his voice, he said, "Su Chen, what's going on?"

"You saw the black mist. That thing is evil. You have a unique fate and are most likely to be targeted by evil. If I absorb the purple energy from you, it will speed up my cultivation."

Su Chen moved closer and explained in a low voice, "The purple energy can protect you from harm from evil spirits, but it can also attract evil spirits, who can use some things to cause harm to you."

"Generally speaking, a noble destiny like yours wouldn't be easily discovered by evil forces, unless your birth chart was leaked by someone."

Qin Wushuang suddenly thought that his second uncle's attitude recently seemed a little strange. He didn't go to the old house on weekdays, but he went there frequently recently.

Grandpa also mentioned that his second uncle had been asking about the exact time of her birth, saying that he wanted to go to the temple to pray for blessings and would need the eight characters of her birth date, which had to be accurate.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, and he completely gave up the idea of ​​auctioning.

Seeing this, Su Chen quietly let go of his hand and acted as if nothing had happened. He had reminded the person who needed to be reminded, and the rest was up to him.

Qin Wushuang regained his composure and whispered two words: "Thank you!"

Ok?

I never thought she would say thank you.

The auction ended quickly. The two walked out and stood by the roadside waiting: "Su Chen, do you really know how to tell fortunes?"

Su Chen nodded: "Yes, I understand a little. If you want to tell your fortune, you have to wait a little longer. I am not yet proficient in Taoism. I have to improve my Taoism before I can tell fortunes for people with special destinies."

"Oh, will fortune-telling shorten one's lifespan?"