Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Fu Yian remained unmoved and continued to question: "Then why are you targeting me? What is your purpose? Is it just to have multiple masters?"

"Hey, it's not that Sakura is staring at you, sir. It's that you are the only one who can see Sakura. No one else can see it. Didn't you guess it?"

"...!!"

Sakura pretended to be weak and said, "If Sakura helps Sir kill Mr. John and destroy the database at the same time, will you agree to be Sakura's master?"

Fu Yian was silent for a long time before he spoke: "How do I know if you will turn against me? When I die, my body will become yours."

"Puchi, sir, you are so cute."

"I am the best at spiritual cultivation. If I eat, I will eat the soul. Your body is useless to me. I just need a master to help me hide my spiritual body."

"Otherwise, once I enter China, I will be targeted by the people in the underworld and I will be in a lot of trouble. If I have a master, my spirit will carry the master's aura and will not be discovered."

Yingzi wrapped around him, and the black mist twisted around him, bringing waves of numbing sensations: "Master, it is best for me to be alive. We are one."

"All my abilities can only be used by the master at will."

Cold sweat broke out on Fu Yian's forehead. He couldn't help but groan and stretched out his hand to pull away the black fog, but he couldn't touch the black fog. However, the black fog could touch him.

"Hoohoo, stop, stop..."

Sakurako obediently dressed in a black robe and stood quietly aside.

"Well, if the master doesn't like it, then Sakurako won't move. I thought the master would be very happy. If he doesn't like it, then forget it."

"...Go kill John and destroy the information. I can consider the sacrifice. I'm just considering it, not saying it will definitely happen."

Fu Yian looked at the excited black fog, and his frown relaxed. It seemed that this Yin-Yang Master was just a little girl.

If you have ability but no ambition, you will still be exploited by him.

The black fog quickly dissipated and the room became quiet.

At the same time, on the other side, John was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. At some point, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his expression became a little ferocious. It was obvious that he was having a nightmare.

I struggled to wake up, but I just couldn't.

Sakurako hid in the dark, an evil smile on her lips, and watched him suffer a heart attack, struggling to wake up, until he died completely.

The figure disappeared in a flash, and a fire broke out in the database. The fire spread rapidly until it swallowed up the sleeping person.

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Fu Yian felt a chill in his sleep and shrank back. Not knowing what he was thinking about, he opened his eyes and looked over.

"Sakura, is that you?"

Yingzi's weak voice came: "Well, sir, I'm back. The matter has been handled. You will not pose any threat in the future."

"I might have to sleep for a while, sorry."

Fu Yian turned on the light and watched the shadow slowly fade away. His heart tightened. "Wait, if you make the sacrifice you mentioned, will you return to normal?"

Black Mist said weakly, "Well, but isn't the master unwilling?"

"I said I would consider it, I didn't refuse. What exactly do I need to do to make the sacrifice..."

"Well, as long as the master draws this pattern with blood and silently recites the spell, the rest will be left to Sakurako."

"My spiritual power is almost gone. I need to sleep for a while."

Fu Yian watched the black fog dissipate before his eyes, feeling indescribable in his heart. He frowned and wrote down her words.

Including pattern spells, wait until you have thought it through.

The next morning, there was a lot of discussion in the classroom.

"Oh my god, such a big hospital burned down. It's really terrible. Fortunately, the fire was put out in time, otherwise many people would have died."

Fu Yian heard the discussion and asked out of curiosity. After confirming that John was dead and the information was destroyed, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

A faint sense of guilt welled up in his heart. It seemed that the spiritual Onmyoji had no ill will towards him and had always been helping him.

If it weren't for Sakurako, I would be in even more trouble.

Thinking of this, I felt even more guilty.

I was in agony until the get out of class was over. After returning to my room, I hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to make a sacrifice. I prepared the ceremony, cut my wrists, and let the blood flow.