Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Xuanqing trotted over and said excitedly, "Master Su, how come you're here too? It's fate."

Seeing that his eyes looked a little unfamiliar, Xuan Qing said aggrievedly: "Master Su, you don't forget me, do you? We have contacted each other online and even went to burn down a hotel and catch ghosts together."

When Su Chen heard this, a picture flashed through his mind, and understanding flashed in his eyes: "Ah, it turned out to be you, what a coincidence."

"Hehe, I feel at ease when you are here."

"Aren't you in the imperial capital? Why did you come all the way here?"

Xuanqing looked at him curiously. If he remembered correctly, Master Su's wife was very rich and she wouldn't have to travel so far to make money. Could it be that the novelty had worn off?

Su Chen saw his eyes rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he narrowed his eyes in warning.

"Xuanqing, you'd better stop imagining things. There's nothing wrong with my wife's relationship. I came here purely for the vengeful spirit, which might even be a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit."

"...??"

"What? A thousand-year-old vengeful spirit? Isn't that thing terrifying?"

Su Chen shrugged and said in a normal tone, "It's not difficult if it doesn't break free from the confinement. Once it eats enough souls and leaves the wedding dress that binds it, the problem will be a bit difficult."

As soon as these words were spoken, a sneer came from somewhere.

"Tsk, where did this kid come from? He's barely even grown out, and yet he dares to show off his skills in front of an expert."

"How could it be so easy to encounter a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit? It's just a flying wedding dress, just a little ghost causing trouble."

Xuan Qing couldn't stand it after hearing this. He turned around and glared at him fiercely, saying unhappily, "You're amazing. You're wearing a purple Taoist robe, and you're as conspicuous as a bunch of purple cabbage."

Upon hearing this, Assistant Yu Qiang rolled his eyes and said, "Here he comes, the master again. Why can't he control his sharp tongue?"

He walked over and tugged gently, lowering his voice: "Master, we are fake, can you be more low-key."

"...Fuck, I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me."

Xuan Qing felt a little guilty after returning from his retreat, but when he saw Su Chen out of the corner of his eye, he felt more confident: "It's okay, Master Su is here."

Yu Qiang's silence was deafening.

When the Taoist priest in purple robe heard this, he was so angry that he stood up and wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Zhuang He.

"Alright, masters, it's getting late. We should head to my bridal chamber. Whoever can solve this will receive a reward of one million."

Zhuang He asked the bodyguard to drive, and the group went to the bridal chamber in a mighty procession. When they opened the door, they saw the red wedding dress in the living room.

Xu Qianqian heard the noise and came out of the room. Seeing this scene, she was stunned and murmured, "Zhuang He, what's going on?"

"...Qianqian, why are you at home? Didn't I ask someone to take you out?"

"Oh, I have a stomachache today, so I just want to rest at home and not go out. You brought these Taoist priests to my house, but do you want to check the Feng Shui?"

Zhuang He was silent for a moment, glanced at the masters, exchanged glances, and said softly, "Xiao Wen, you stay with the masters. I'll take Qianqian out for a walk."

Wencheng is Zhuang He's assistant and has been handling these trivial matters.

"Yes, Master."

When the two were about to leave, Su Chen looked at Xu Qianqian and said, "Wait, this lady can't leave here."

Zhuang He turned his head and looked over, puzzled: "You are... Master Su. Why can't my fiancée leave? Is there something wrong?"

“Well, half of her soul has been swallowed up. Leaving this house and leaving the wedding range will only make her feel more and more uncomfortable.”

As soon as these words came out, they hit the ground like a thunderclap.

The masters all looked over, and one of them retorted, "Young man, what are you talking about? It's broad daylight. How did this wedding dress swallow up half of the soul?"

"Besides, why didn't we notice it? What are you talking about?"

A white-haired old man looked Xu Qianqian up and down and nodded: "Yes, it is true that half of her soul is missing."

Zhuang He's face turned pale, and he asked in confusion, "Master, what does this mean? How can we save him?"

Before Su Chen could say anything, he was interrupted by the purple-robed master.

"Tsk, what nonsense are you talking about? This man looks sane, not like he's lost at all. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, young man."