Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The picture of a beauty in red ancient costume flickered, and the beauty's eyes moved, as if she had come to life, eerily.

Shen Ningshuang stood up and walked out. After closing the door, the long hair of the beauty in the painting was like a black silk thread, wrapped around the body of the man on the hospital bed, and kept tightening around his heart.

Soon a shrill alarm sounded. When Mr. Wen in the banquet hall heard the sound, his legs went weak and he almost fell down. Fortunately, Su Chen was quick to support him.

"Grandpa Wen, be careful. Are you feeling unwell?"

"I, I feel a little unwell, can you help me go over there?"

Old Man Wen's eyes were a little dazed, and his heart was in a state of confusion. The sound of the alarm clearly meant that something had happened to his eldest grandson, as the alarm would only ring when he was on the verge of death.

Qin Wushuang glanced at the two people who were leaving, then looked away without saying anything. After exchanging a few polite words, he made an excuse to go to the bathroom before following them.

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"I'm going over there young man."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll carry you there."

Su Chen narrowed his eyes and looked in that direction. He was definitely not mistaken about the demonic aura just now. But how could there be demonic aura in the Wen family? Judging from the faces of their family members, they all seemed to be blessed people.

Old Man Wen no longer cared about anything else. He was just afraid that he would not be able to see his eldest grandson for the last time. He was already in a dying state, so there was no point in hiding it.

He quickened his pace and soon reached the door. When Mr. Wen opened it, he saw his eldest grandson lying on the hospital bed with a flushed face and twitching as if he was lacking oxygen.

He shouted outside, "Help, hurry up and rescue us."

Su Chen looked at the man on the hospital bed. The black threads were wrapped around his heart and tightened. He was tortured repeatedly, but his body was unable to move.

He quickly stepped forward and slapped the man on the chest. Strands of golden light disappeared in the man's chest, and the black silk threads that were originally raging seemed to be burned at this moment.

I quickly pulled away and saw that the picture of the beauty on the wall was still there, but the ends of her hair seemed to be curled up, as if they were burnt.

Su Chen glanced over with sharp eyes, and a talisman suddenly appeared in his hand, flying towards the painting of the beauty in red. The people who were running over heard a shrill woman's scream in the house.

My heart suddenly tightened: "A woman's voice?"

Old Man Wen stood there, staring blankly at the instrument. His eldest grandson's heartbeat slowly recovered, his body stopped twitching wildly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Wen Sheng and his men rushed in, wondering, "What was that sound just now? Was it a woman's scream?"

"Wait, what are you trying to do to my son!"

"Shh, don't make any noise. He saved Xiao Ling. When I came just now, Xiao Ling was twitching all over, and his heartbeat was very weak. He was almost dying. It was this young man who patted his chest and he was fine."

Old Wen also remembered the scream just now, turned his head to look at the portrait in red, and inexplicably felt that the jade pendant in his pocket was a little hot. He picked it up and saw that it had indeed turned red.

"Huh? Why did this jade pendant turn red?"

After Su Chen sealed the portrait of the man in red, he concentrated on treating the person on the bed. Upon hearing this, he whispered, "There's an evil spirit in the house, and Yujue will naturally give you a warning."

"What do you mean by evil? Why is that in my son's room? What are you doing? Don't touch my son."

Wen Sheng was about to rush over when a woman squeezed in from behind him. It was none other than Shen Ningshuang, who was crying with her big belly bulging. "Who are you? What are you going to do to my fiancé?"

Su Chen turned around and gave her a cold look, scanning her up and down, finally landing on her stomach with a hint of deep meaning.

That look made people feel cold, as if everything was seen through. Shen Ningshuang's heart tightened, and her stomach also felt tight. She covered her stomach with her hands and looked a little painful.

"Um, my stomach hurts a little~"

When she was about to fall, Qin Wushuang reached out and supported her. When their hands touched, Shen Ningshuang felt like she was scalded by hot oil and couldn't help but let out a scream.