Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Oh, are you bullying a human, or are you bullying something that is not a human? You need to make it clear."

As soon as she finished speaking, a hairpin pierced her shoulder.

A shrill scream was heard, which made people shudder. Sakurako stretched out her sharp claws and wanted to tear the person to pieces, but before she could touch him, she was bounced back by something.

Qin Wushuang narrowed his eyes upon seeing this, becoming even more certain that she was not a human. Since she was not a human, there was no need to be polite. It didn't matter if he killed her.

Seeing her raise the hairpin and about to attack again, Sakurako subconsciously used her ability and disappeared from the elevator.

When Secretary Gao saw this scene, he rolled his eyes, his legs went weak and he was about to fall to the ground, but someone reached out to help him up.

"Calm down, that thing is gone."

"...Qin, Mr. Qin, when did you learn Taoism? That thing is afraid of this hairpin. Why?"

Qin Wushuang looked at the blood on the hairpin, his face thoughtful. "That's not important. What's important is that this blood is wrong. It looks like the blood of a dead person. The blood of a living person is not this color."

Secretary Gao leaned against the glass, his body shaking constantly.

No, don’t tell her so much, she really doesn’t want to know. She just wants to do her job properly and has no interest in those weird things!

"Do you want to call the police?"

Qin Wushuang took out a handkerchief, wrapped the hairpin, took out his mobile phone to take a photo and sent it over, then made a phone call directly.

The call was answered immediately.

[Hey, honey, do you miss me? Why are you calling me so late? I miss you.]

【Don't be silly, what are you doing now? 】

[Oh, I'm digging up my ancestors' graves right now. If you need anything, I'm here for you. Tell me what's going on.]

[…Then after you finish digging up the ancestral grave, can you help me look at the photos? I encountered something tonight. I don’t know if it was a ghost or something else, but it seemed to be targeting me.]

The engineer on Su Chen's side threw the shovel, making a crisp collision sound.

[What? Who dares to target my wife? Wait, let me take a look. The signal in this lousy place is intermittent.]

One minute later.

[Hey, this blood color is that of a dead person. Are you sure you saw a living person? Could it be a corpse? Does it look like a normal person?]

"Yeah, exactly the same, except the eyes are greedy and strange, not like a child's. When can you come back and take a look? I'll catch this thing as soon as possible."

[No problem, I'll finish it tonight and go back tomorrow.]

[My wife's hairpin is worn by all the puppets. It can protect her. There are also talismans in the drawers at home. She can take them with her when she goes out. She can't enter the house.]

"Well, I've set up a magic formation at home, so no ghosts or evil spirits can get in, so I can sleep peacefully at home."

Secretary Gao listened to the conversation, the corners of her mouth twitching wildly. She knew every word, but when they were put together she was confused.

After Qin Wushuang hung up the phone, he looked at her calmly.

"what happened?"

"No, it's okay. What does Mr. Su do?"

"I'm a cultivator. It's just a personal hobby. What's the problem?"

Secretary Gao shook his head: "No, I have a very good hobby."

A gust of wind blew and the window was blown open.

Fu Yian stood up and closed the door. He keenly noticed someone behind him, turned around abruptly, looked at the person crawling on the ground, frowning.

"Yingzi, why are you... so embarrassed?"

Yingzi slowly propped herself up and sat up, her face frighteningly pale. She covered the wound on her shoulder with her hand and said weakly, "I ran into a fellow Taoist priest. That damned stinky Taoist priest."

"I didn't expect a professional woman to have a magical weapon. I was accidentally hit by it, and the wound from the stab is rotten."

"Master, please help me. Give me some blood to heal my wound."

Seeing how painful she was, Fu Yian didn't care about anything else and just cut his wrist to give her blood. He watched the wound on her shoulder heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "This body is not easy to find. If you damage it, your identity information will be invalidated, and it will be troublesome to get it back. Be careful when you go out."

Sakurako nodded, being very well behaved.

She briefly explained the situation, met his displeased gaze, and lowered her head to apologize: "I'm sorry, Master. It was all my carelessness. I didn't expect that woman to have..."