Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Wuyou waved his hand and the lightning stopped. The dark clouds were still circling overhead. The figure slowly floated down and landed on the ground, approaching the coffin step by step.

Su Chen followed closely behind and winked at the Wen family, signaling them to move aside and not to interfere or speak.

He stood in front of the coffin, put his hand on it and knocked on it, then with a force he opened the coffin lid, revealing the white bones inside, but there was a black and uneven gap on the skull.

"What's that gap on the head?"

Old Man Wen leaned in closer to take a look. Being too old to see clearly, he called out, "Son, come and take a look. What is that thing on the head of the patriarch?"

Wen Sheng turned on the flashlight and looked at it. After seeing it clearly, his expression was a little strange. His lips moved and he didn't know how to open his mouth. This ancestor was really hard to describe.

"What's wrong? Don't be silent."

"It's... a sequelae of syphilis. The bones have rotted away and it's been like this for a long time. This ancestor didn't care about meat or vegetables during his lifetime. He was very lustful and his prey was all young men and women."

"I read about it in a book. Anyway, this old ancestor died of illness before he was forty. It was said to be an acute illness, but now it seems that it was probably syphilis."

Mr. Wen was puzzled and asked, "What is venereal disease? It's a disease of the internal organs."

Wen Sheng's throat was dry. "It's a disease caused by an internal organ, a disordered private life. This old ancestor has done a lot of bad things, and probably never done anything good."

Everyone: “……!!”

Wuyou's stern face cracked at this moment, and he stared at the rotten and blackened bones in the coffin with a strange look in his eyes. It was hard to describe what he felt. He could even be interested in such a piece of trash ancestor.

How bad is this look? Looking at the weird and ugly expressions of the Wen family, I inexplicably felt a strange sympathy. Yes, sympathy for each other and for myself.

Oh, how come they all have such abnormal ancestors?

Wuyou said with a stern face, "Hey, descendants of the Wen family, are you sure you want to bring this body back to me? If I bring it back, it might be ground to dust."

Elder Wen hummed, feeling somewhat ashamed, and said, "Master, all the injustices are caused by our ancestors. You can do whatever you want, but please give me, the descendants of the Wen family, a chance to survive."

"This is the Wen family tree. If you forgive me, you can personally cross out Wen Yanli on it for your ancestor. The Wen family will no longer have a tenth-generation patriarch."

"You can keep the tablet too. You can burn it for fun if you want."

Her attitude was so humble that Wuyou couldn't handle it. She thought the Wen family was just like what their ancestors said, but now...

Wuyou's eyes flickered, and he said with a stern face, "Are you sure you are willing to do this? Once you agree, you can't go back on your word. I can do whatever I want to your ancestors."

Elder Wen whispered, "Yes, anything is fine, as long as it can make up for the damage done to your ancestors."

"...Well, since you young men from the Wen family are so kind, I'll take this coffin and the tablet with me. Give me the red brush, and I'll cross out the name Wen Yanli for my ancestor."

"Okay, Wensheng, why don't you hand over the pen quickly."

Wuyou was holding a pen and was about to cross out the name when a cold wind suddenly blew over and a soul with ferocious and crazy eyes floated out from the corpse.

"Stop, stop it!"

Ok?

Everyone looked up and saw nothing, but the voice seemed to ring in their ears. Who was that?

Su Chen, Qin Wushuang, and Wuyou all looked over.

A man in ancient costume was floating above the coffin. He had a handsome appearance but a ferocious look in his eyes. It was obvious that he was not a good person. He was yelling at them.

"Hmm? Soul? He's been dead for so many years, how come there's still a trace of soul in the coffin? Could it be..."

Wuyou walked quickly to the coffin, turned on the light and looked at the coffin lid. Sure enough, there was a formation on it, which was specially used to trap souls.