Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen hummed in agreement, picked up the suitcase, got into the car, and drove straight back to the villa.

The butler saw that he was carrying a box and reached out to take it from him, but Su Chen refused: "Uncle Fu, it's alright, I can do it myself. Wushuang is in the villa."

"Replying to the young master, the young lady is watching the news in the living room."

"okay."

Su Chen entered the living room: "Wife, I'm home."

Qin Wushuang's gaze fell on the box in his hand, and she said softly, "I brought the box back. I'll have someone send it to my uncle. He had it airlifted back by someone. He's been quite interested in antiques lately."

“Madam, that doesn’t seem to be an antique.”

"Hmm? What did Little Fu see?"

"A woman in red."

Su Chen placed the box on the table and said in a deep voice, "Wife, there's something wrong with the things in this box. The yin energy is too strong. Let Uncle come and open it himself to take a look."

Seeing the reaction of the master and his disciple, Qin Wushuang had a guess in his mind. He was afraid that it was dug out of the tomb and was probably not a good thing. He took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Hey, uncle, come here for a second. There's something wrong with your antique. Come and take it apart yourself."

The person on the other end was taken aback, and subconsciously asked: "What's the problem? I bought it from a legitimate person, what could be wrong? You're not going to disapprove of me buying antiques again, are you?"

"I don't really enjoy painting anymore, so I collect antiques. Is that so wrong with giving them to my kids later? Wushuang, don't go too far."

Qin Wushuang stroked her protruding belly, too lazy to pay attention to this fool, and said coldly: "Come and open it yourself. No one has touched your box. Once you open it, you'll naturally know what's going on."

After saying that, she hung up the phone with a click, then looked at Su Chen and asked in a more gentle tone, "Are the things inside burial objects?"

"It's hard to say. It has too much yin energy. It might have been dug out from underground, or it might be for some other reason. We'll have to open it up to find out. In any case, it's not a good thing."

"Okay, come sit down and watch the news with us. Uncle can do whatever he wants. If he doesn't come today, we'll get rid of this broken box tomorrow."

Su Chen walked over, her tone slightly amused: "Okay."

Li Fumei sat on the sofa and casually asked, "Master, is my teacher alright?"

"Well, it's nothing serious, just a bit of a shock. After all, it was a murder scene you witnessed firsthand. It'll get better with time, don't worry."

"That's good. My teacher is still a very simple and kind person, just a bit too naive. If he suffers a loss, he'll learn his lesson in the future. So many people died this time."

"In his early twenties, and with a pig-butchering scam organization behind him..."

The master and apprentice chatted casually, while Qin Wushuang, who was standing to the side, was somewhat surprised: "What's going on? How come I didn't see such big news? So many people died on a mountaintop?"

Li Fumei nodded: "It's on Panlong Mountain. I don't know the specific reason, but I do know that a lot of people died. I guess it's still under investigation and hasn't been made public yet."

Qin Wushuang hummed in agreement: "Is your teacher also on the mountain?"

"Yes, she went to the appointment. She had a dream before that she saw a string of numbers and added a person on WeChat. That person was a 'pig butchering scammer,' but he looked like he was about to die."

"I warned the teacher not to go, but she still went anyway. Fortunately, nothing bad happened to her."

"So that's how it is. You can really dream about other people's WeChat accounts? I always thought that was just a fictional story, but it turns out it's true."

Su Chen nodded: "It's true, but it doesn't happen to ordinary people. It usually happens to people with special destinies, such as those with a predominantly Yin destiny. Fu Mei should have dreamed about it too."

Li Fumei nodded: "I dreamed about it, but I didn't pay any attention to it. Two digits of contacts on WeChat are enough. More than that take up space and time. Why not do something else and chat with them?"

"Pfft, Little Fu, you're just like an adult."

"Yeah, I just think it's better to spend time with family than to meet strangers, especially to waste time asking questions like 'Have you eaten? Have you drunk anything?'"

Looking at the little girl who seemed like a little adult, Qin Wushuang said softly to Su Chen, "I wonder who will win Xiao Fu's favor in the future. This child only cares about studying and the affairs of the Xuanmen."

Su Chen glanced at her face and said, "Hmm, your luck in finding love will come later, probably after you turn thirty. No rush."

"...After thirty, you mean Little Fu Mei, right?"

"Yes, there wasn't one before the 30th."

"Yes, but she cut them all down herself. Those peach blossoms couldn't sway her mind at all. She only came to her senses after she turned thirty. When the time comes, it will be fine."

Li Fumei looked at her master, puzzled, and asked, "Master, will I have many suitors?"

Su Chen hummed in agreement: "You have a high talent for Taoist magic and you often go out and meet a lot of people, so it's not surprising that some people are watching you. But don't worry, you will take care of it yourself before you turn thirty."

"Solve it? How would I solve it?"

"...Well, you'll see later. Once those suitors realize they can't seduce you, they'll naturally give up."

Li Fumei hummed in agreement, showing little interest in the matter. As long as she managed the sect well, she didn't care about men or women; it was a trivial matter. If someone wanted something like that, it must be because she wasn't busy enough.

Uncle Qin rushed over and saw them sitting in the living room watching the news. His face darkened, and when he saw his precious item on the table, he rushed over to examine it carefully.

After confirming that no one had opened it, he tore off the seal, took out a secure key, and opened it with a click. He nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the blue and white porcelain vase inside.

He carefully held it in his hands and admired it: "Wushuang, look how beautiful the pattern is! This is a treasure that is thousands of years old. It is something that can be passed down from generation to generation."

"You young people don't know how to appreciate beauty. I see no problem with this at all. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Goodbye."

Qin Wushuang called out to him, "Wait, I told you there's something wrong with this vase. Are you sure you want to take it back, Uncle? Don't regret it if something goes wrong."

"It's just a vase, what trouble could it possibly cause?"

"Fine, if you insist on taking that thing, then so be it."

Uncle Qin looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this vase? Just tell me directly, you don't need to keep me in suspense."

Qin Wushuang glanced at Su Chen: "How much do you want?"

"One hundred thousand will solve this problem."

"it is good."

"Uncle, 100,000 yuan will solve the vase problem. You pay for it."

Uncle Qin's lips twitched: "What do you mean? What do you mean by 100,000 to solve the vase problem? My vase is a treasure, an antique, there's not a single problem with it. What do you want to solve?"

"Su Chen, you know a bit about the mystical arts, don't you? Did you figure something out? Don't keep me in suspense, just tell me."