Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen raised his eyelids and said calmly: "I didn't say anything, but you were already upset. If I had said something, you would have been so angry that you would have died."

A ferocious look flashed across his face: "You..., this is my base. You are still so arrogant even here. Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Oh, it's not certain who will die yet, don't worry."

The two men confronted each other, neither giving in.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. Su Chen raised his head and looked over, meeting Mo Qiufeng's eyes. He looked at the people who kept coming over and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"So you were helping him. No wonder an evil cultivator could survive until now. You two shared the same fate. No wonder he listened to you and didn't retaliate against you."

"So now, you are just a little devil in the hands of humans, being driven around by them. You've become a tool in the hands of humans instead of a good Taoist priest. You've really lost your way."

When Feng Si heard this, he became furious and threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, making a crisp sound of shattering.

Seeing this, Mo Qiufeng glared at him and said, "Calm down. Are you so impatient that you forget who you are just because someone provoked you?"

"He has a lot of merits. It would be great if we could share them. We will have them to protect us in the future and won't be afraid of those people at all."

"...Yes, you are quite interesting. Unfortunately, you have offended my boss, so I can only let you die. Don't worry, after you die, your merits and your wife will be mine."

"I will take good care of her for you."

Feng Si had an evil smile on his face and lustful eyes. It was self-evident how to take care of him. The next moment, the figure disappeared instantly. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and was kicked away.

His back hit the wall with a loud bang. He couldn't help but groan, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Su Chen looked calm. He slowly withdrew his hand and patted his trouser leg as if to brush off some dirt, looking down at him condescendingly.

Seeing this, Mo Qiufeng winked and said, "You have no sense at all. Why don't you help Master Feng up? You are such an idiot. So many people just watched Master Feng get hurt."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Su is not only good at fortune-telling and catching ghosts, but also has powerful martial arts skills. It's really surprising."

"Oh, you have so many unexpected things."

Feng Si was helped up by someone, with an annoyed look on his face. He pushed the person away, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Lao Mo, why are you still nagging him? Why don't you catch him and take him to the altar so we can suck him dry and then chop his body into pieces."

"Oh, let me see how capable you are. After all, two fists cannot defeat four legs. You dare to come here alone. I don't know whether to say you are brave or you are looking for death."

Su Chen clapped his hands and curled his lips: "Whether I am seeking death or not, you will soon know. I am not going to the altar. I will go there by myself."

"...!!"

The two exchanged glances, feeling somewhat uneasy at the man's composed demeanor. Mo Qiufeng looked at him warily, "Are you not afraid at all? Or do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

Feng Si snorted and said contemptuously, "Lao Mo, you are just too cautious. He is alone, what tricks can he have? Hurry up and arrest him."

"Time waits for no one. If we miss tonight, we'll have to wait another month. I don't have that much time to wait. We have to get rid of him before those dogs get here."

"When the time comes, I'll peel off his face and use it to press that woman under me, hehe."

Upon hearing this, Su Chen rushed over and threw a few punches, each one hitting the flesh, and he groaned continuously...

Seeing this, the bodyguards rushed forward to pull the man away, but were thrown away.

"Boss, his strength is not right."

"Trash, useless stuff."

Mo Qiufeng raised his gun and fired without hesitation.

Su Chen was shot in the shoulder, blood splattered, and severe pain came over him. His face turned pale and he turned to look at the man.

"You actually have a gun..."

"Mr. Su, be quiet, or you'll suffer unnecessary punishment. Come, push him to the altar, quickly!"

Feng Si got up and wanted to go forward and be pulled back by someone.

Mo Qiufeng scolded in a low voice: "Feng Si, that's enough. Don't forget our purpose. Hurry up and start the altar sacrifice, otherwise you and I will both die. That ghost thing cannot be released."