Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"How could I possibly let you live? You're just a piece of shit, and my master actually fell for a pretty boy like you. It's disgusting."

Wen Yanli's face was ugly from being whipped, and his expression was sinister: "How dare you? I don't even know your master. Don't try to get close to this family master here. Get out of here."

Wuyou used his free hand to directly cross out Wen Yanli's name from the family tree. Listening to the man's screams, he smiled contentedly: "I was thinking of taking the remains back and grinding them into dust, which would be considered revenge for my master."

"I didn't expect that the ghost of my enemy is still here. This is simply... great. Haha, come back with me. I will let you know what real torture is."

"You will have to go through all the suffering my master has endured."

Wen Yanli was tied up with a whip, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. He couldn't help but shout angrily: "Youngsters of the Wen family, are you all blind?"

Everyone turned their faces away and no one looked at him. They felt ashamed to have such an ancestor.

Su Chen said, "It's getting late. Fellow Daoist, do you want to take these things away? If we can reach an agreement, can this black cloud be dispersed?"

"Of course, but I will take all these things away. I will not come to the younger generation of the Wen family again. Your fate has nothing to do with me anymore. The grudges of the previous generation are resolved here."

Huhu thought to herself that this was the best. She didn't have to die and could complete her master's instructions. From then on, she could torture the ancestor of the Wen family for revenge while traveling freely and happily in the human world.

Elder Wen nodded repeatedly: "Of course, young lady, please do as you please. If you need anything from the Wen family in the future, just let us know. Although we don't have anything else, we still have money."

Wuyou's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Money? How much can you give?"

"Ha, of course it depends on your wishes. Do you have a cell phone? If it's convenient, add your contact information and I'll have someone transfer the money to you."

“…Yes, yes.”

After both parties added each other on WeChat, they sent each other their bank card information. Looking at the Taoist priest's string of zeros, Wuyou widened his eyes and counted. Is this one, one... ten million yuan?

He looked at them in shock and said, "You transferred 10 million to me. This amount of money is really too much."

Elder Wen shook his head. "It's not much. Compared to the evil deeds done by our ancestors, this little compensation is nothing. If the young lady comes one day, the Wen family will naturally treat her well."

"Well, you guys are much more sensible than him. I didn't expect that good things would come out of bad bamboo. Let's just say it, it's time for me to leave here."

Wuyou dispersed the dark clouds, waved his hand and took the coffin and the memorial tablet away, blinking his eyes: "See you later, goodbye."

His eyes fell on Su Chen, and then glanced at Qin Wushuang beside him, with a slight smile on his lips: "You two have a deep bond, and congratulations in advance, Taoist priest."

"Good things are coming, good things are coming."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard that. He didn't understand what she meant for a moment. When he was about to ask for clarification, the person disappeared on the spot.

Qin Wushuang turned his head and looked over, puzzled: "What's wrong? She just looked at me and said something good is about to happen. What does that mean?"

"I don't know, honey, you know I can't tell your fate at all. Maybe she saw something, and if she doesn't want to say it, it means she can't say it."

"None of this matters anymore. Let's stay at the Wen family's house for one night. We can go to the cemetery at dawn. This person's soul has been able to survive for so long. The cemetery must have some secrets."

Su Chen always felt that the other person's eyes were a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange. At least he could tell that good things were about to happen, and it was fine as long as it wasn't bad.

Qin Wushuang whispered, "Isn't her Taoism very powerful?"

"Well, she's on par with me, but I've never seen her. She might be from a hidden family."

The two of them temporarily stayed in the guest room of the Wen family. After a night until dawn, the Wen family pushed Wen Ling out. They all had breakfast together, and Wen Ling felt much better.

"Master Su, are you going up the mountain to the cemetery?"

"Um, what's up?"

Wen Ling hesitated after hearing this and said embarrassedly, "I heard from my grandfather that the person who can break the decline of the Wen family's descendants will appear when I am thirty, right?"

Su Chen nodded: "Yes, but there will be some twists and turns between you. If you can't keep your original intention, you will have children, but you will get divorced."

"Original intention?"

"Well, people always look forward to something when they don't have it. Once they get it, they feel that they can't lose it. They want to pursue novelty, and then they make mistakes and destroy the family."

Wen Ling understood as soon as he heard it. This was a warning to him that if he could not keep his original intention in the future, he would get divorced even if he had a wife.

"I understand what Master Su means. I know what to do now. I am grateful to Master Su for what happened before. Otherwise, my Wen family would have been the victim without knowing anything."

"It's okay, it's all fate."

*

The group came to the Wen family cemetery on the mountain. It was a separate hill. Looking at the tombstones in the cemetery, there were only a few hundred people. It was the same number of people after more than a dozen generations.

It can indeed be considered as the loss of offspring.

Su Chen walked around the cemetery. After looking around, his lips were pursed into a line and his expression became more solemn.

Seeing this, Elder Wen was a little nervous: "Master Su, what's wrong? Is the feng shui here not good? If there is a problem, please tell me how to change it."

"No, this isn't a matter of renovating it. It's a matter of not being able to use it at all. The entire cemetery must be moved. This hill was chosen by your tenth-generation patriarch, right?"

"...According to family records, this was indeed chosen by the tenth generation patriarch. However, he doesn't know much about feng shui, so he must have consulted a master."

Su Chen shook his head, his tone carrying some deep meaning: "Grandpa Wen, do you really think he doesn't understand? If he really knows nothing, how could his soul have stayed here for so many years?"