Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

He waved his hand and said softly, "No need. I'm very comfortable in casual clothes. Please come in, fellow Taoist."

Xuanqing's lips curled slightly, his eyes became more and more contemptuous, and he became more and more certain that this was a charlatan. He had seen him when he was a handyman. The sect members all wore Taoist robes.

He's not even wearing a Taoist robe, and it's obvious that he's a layman. It's so hilarious. This is the best way, because when he gets slapped in the face later, his fans will be happier and he can earn more rewards.

"Well, then, fellow Taoist, let's go together."

The two walked in front, followed by a camera assistant.

When you arrive at the first floor, you can see traces of burning everywhere. There are several large pillars, which are obviously the lobby of the restaurant. If you look closely, you can see patterns on the pillars.

Xuan Qing coughed lightly and began to introduce seriously.

"My fellow Daoist, do you know much about the predecessor of this haunted building? If you don't know, you can ask me. As long as you ask me, I will be happy to introduce it."

Su Chen pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes clear and youthful: "Well, I have all the information, so tell me about it."

When it comes to intelligence networks, who can compare to the Qin family? The number Wushuang gave him before was really useful. After one phone call, all the detailed information came out within half an hour.

"I've heard that the Dunhuang Hotel was very famous ten years ago, but an accident burned it down, killing 532 people. It was a tragedy that shocked the nation..."

Xuanqing frowned when he saw that he was talking so clearly.

"Fellow Daoist, I didn't expect that despite your youth, you know so much. You must have done your homework privately."

"Now that you know, I won't waste any more words. Let's each use our own abilities to summon the ghost and restore the truth of that year in front of our fans."

"Whoever restores the image better wins, and the loser quits the internet."

Su Chen raised an eyebrow in confusion: "Why do you want to quit the internet?"

Xuan Qing sneered and said bluntly, "Oh, if you want to find out the truth of what happened back then, you must summon ghosts. It's impossible for a charlatan to do that. If you summon a ghost, you'll be kicked off the internet once you're exposed."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Fellow Daoist, you called me out because you suspected I was a charlatan and wanted to expose my fraud, right?"

...That's true, but it's a bit embarrassing to say it so bluntly in front of online fans.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Su Chen knew what was going on.

"Fellow Daoist, summoning ghosts is very dangerous. They are all the souls of those who died tragically. If you don't handle one of them well, it will stimulate the ghost's memory of the pain in his life, and I'm afraid it will go berserk and hurt people."

Xuan Qing glanced at his assistant and gave him a wink.

The assistant immediately responded, "Master, what you said is wrong. Since we know there are so many wronged souls here, we must find out the cause of the fire before we can send them to reincarnation."

"By the way, let the fans know the truth. After all, among the fans, there are relatives of ghosts. They are worthy of knowing the truth. This is also the mission of our Xuanmen."

"...Okay, if you insist, good luck to you. I'll take a look around first. Feel free to call me if you have any questions."

Su Chen suddenly thought of something, took out two pieces of talisman paper and handed them over: "These are for you, carry them with you to ensure your safety."

Yu Ming thought about it, reached out to take it, and threw it directly into his pocket. The live broadcast was on now, and the Taoist priest would never ask for other people's talisman paper in front of his fans.

"Humph, playing tricks on me, how can I be short of talisman paper?"

"Everyone, watch carefully. I'm going to summon the ghosts and reveal the truth about the fire. Please listen carefully and pay attention."

Xuanqing pasted the talisman paper and began to chant for a while, then stopped when he felt a familiar feeling. Not far away, a human-shaped black mist suddenly appeared in the talisman array.

"Look, isn't it coming out?"

"Come, tell me, what happened to that fire ten years ago? Was it man-made or an accident?"

"With so many of you here, logically, as long as the front desk pressed the alarm, even if you were in the room, you should have heard someone running away. Why is the body on the bed? What's the secret?"