Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Oh, so that's it. That painting is of his fiancée in ancient costume?"

Mr. Wen looked in the direction of his sight, and saw a red patch before his eyes. His presbyopia made it difficult for him to see clearly, and he felt a little dazed.

"Paintings? No, I've told my family before that we shouldn't hang any portraits in this bedroom, especially those depicting people in other clothes. It's not auspicious."

Wen Sheng added, "Dad, that portrait was brought back and hung up by Shen Ningshuang. She said she and Xiao Ling painted it together before she fell into a coma, and she also said it was Xiao Ling's favorite."

"I thought it was just their young people's business, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Is there something wrong with this painting?"

Su Chen made complicated hand gestures and whispered, "Well, the person in this portrait is not your son's fiancée, but a female ghost with great Taoist skills."

"As for the face you saw, it was just an illusion. Now I've broken through the illusion, and the portrait you see is the real face."

Upon hearing this, several people looked towards the portrait, only to see that the portrait seemed to be fading, changing little by little from top to bottom, and soon revealing a woman in revealing clothes with a seductive face.

That face didn't resemble Shen Ningshuang at all.

Wen Sheng was shocked when he saw this: "How could this happen? This is not right. It wasn't like this before."

Qin Wushuang said in a contemptuous tone: "It's just a trick. Wen Ling's fiancée is no ordinary woman. She can even control female ghosts to kill people for her, and she kills them so quietly that it's hard to find evidence."

The Wen family father and son: “……!!”

Mr. Wen's body trembled and he was supported by the bodyguard beside him.

As Su Chen chanted the spell, the expression of the charming beauty in the portrait gradually distorted, and her black hair, which originally flowed like a waterfall, now twisted like a snake that had come to life.

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes almost popped out.

He stammered, "Alive, the portrait is alive."

Wen Sheng's eyes widened as he stared at the scene that shattered his worldview. His body trembled slightly, "How, how is this possible? How could the portrait come alive?"

Mr. Wen didn't put up any talisman paper, so naturally he couldn't see anything. When he looked at the portrait, it was still a blurry red.

"What on earth did you see?"

"Hiss, that woman's face is so scary, it's all burnt and cracked! Help, what the hell is this thing?"

The red-clothed female ghost emerged from the portrait, her entire body in pain. Upon hearing this, she turned her head, her blood-red eyes staring fiercely at him: "Do you want to die?"

Su Chen raised his hand and grabbed her hair. A golden whip appeared in his right hand and he whipped the woman in red fiercely. As he whipped her, the woman in red screamed in pain.

The black energy on his body was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was obviously getting weaker.

Seeing that her soul was about to be sucked away, Honglian begged for mercy: "Master, please spare my life. I know I was wrong. It was that woman who brought me out to threaten me."

"I am the demon in the painting. Once someone takes us out, she will be our temporary master. I can't disobey her words. I can only take action against this man."

"Otherwise, she will burn the portrait. The monster in our painting may seem powerful, but its life is in the hands of its master. Please spare my life, Master."

Su Chen slowly retracted the whip and said coldly: "Oh, then why did she ask you to kill someone?"

Honglian's eyes were evasive, obviously not wanting to talk about this. She glanced at him secretly and saw that his expression had turned cold and he was trembling with fear: "I, I can't say this."

"Since the master has seen it all, why not save the person and let him speak for himself?"

"Well, hand over his soul."

"As you command, I will release his soul right away."

The others saw the woman in red pulling two souls out of her body. After seeing the faces of the souls clearly, Wen Sheng's heart skipped a beat and his lips moved: "Is that Xiao Ling's soul?"

Su Chen grabbed the soul that wanted to escape and pressed it directly into the body of the person on the bed, solidifying the soul, fusing it, and then waking the person up.

Seeing his eyelids move, Su Chen knew it was almost time. He raised his hand and waved, took the portrait in his hand, and whispered: "Come into the portrait, I will deal with your matter when I get back."

Qin Wushuang looked at the woman in red who had just been burnt, and now she had regained her charming and seductive look. He felt a little sour inexplicably in his heart, and stretched out his hand with a bit of force.

"Let me keep the portrait. If she doesn't obey, I'll just burn it."

"Hmm? Honey, do you want this painting?"

"Yes, that's not possible."

Seeing that she was angry, Su Chen couldn't help but smile: "How could that be? Honey, I will give you everything you want, so keep it."

"If she makes a scene, throw her into the fire. You have something to protect you, so even if she gets out, she can't hurt you."

Seeing that he gave it to her without hesitation, Qin Wushuang's expression became less cold. It seemed that a more seductive woman would be like this. So, why was he jealous?

It's just a ghost thing that's not even a human being. How could it seduce Su Chen? I'm really thinking too much.

The eyelids on the bed moved, and he quickly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment blankly, a little confused as to whether he was dreaming or reality.

When Wen Sheng saw his son wake up, he rushed over and grabbed his somewhat skinny hand, feeling distressed: "Xiao Ling, you finally woke up. Dad was worried to death about you."

"I……"

His voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak at all. Su Chen poured a glass of water and handed it to him, indicating that he should drink some water to moisten his throat.

After Wen Ling finished drinking the water, she looked at them and said, "I am in reality, right? I have never seen you before, so I shouldn't have dreamed of you so clearly. So I am not dreaming anymore."