Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Oh, then you can take her downstairs and see if she is still sober after leaving this building."

After saying that, a person walked to the wedding dress and looked at the gray resentment that surrounded the red wedding dress and dyed it a dull color.

A series of ghost faces appeared and disappeared, screaming in pain.

Xuanqing also moved closer and shivered inexplicably. He felt the temperature in the living room drop several degrees.

The cold was unbearable. I turned around and looked at the others: "Do you feel that the room is cold? Did anyone turn on the air conditioner?"

Everyone stared at him in silence: "..."

Su Chen pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled helplessly, and casually slapped a talisman on him, explaining softly: "This is because the resentment has overflowed. It can't be suppressed anymore, so it's naturally cold."

"Go to the side for now, and don't get too close to the wedding dress."

"Especially that lady. You've already lost half your soul. If you get any closer, she'll just take advantage of you and devour the other half."

Xu Qianqian leaned in Zhuang He's arms, a look of fear on her face. She asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with the wedding dress? It looks normal to me. Is there something fishy going on?"

Su Chen looked around but couldn't see where the vengeful spirit had gone. He was afraid that it was hiding in the dark and didn't dare to come out for the time being.

"Is there any surveillance at Mr. Zhuang's home?"

"There are both living rooms and kitchens, but no bathrooms in the rooms."

"Well, it's convenient to turn on the surveillance so we can take a look. Just take a look at the ones from the last two days. There's no rush."

Zhuang He nodded and glanced at his assistant: "Xiao Wen, turn on the TV and import the surveillance video. As long as the living room is available, hurry up."

Wencheng nodded and immediately got to work.

He was the one who brought people to install the surveillance system in the young master's home, so he naturally knew how to do it. After a few minutes, the big TV was turned on.

Everyone sat on the sofa, watching the surveillance video on TV. Everything was normal at first.

It was not until two o'clock in the morning that the bedroom door was opened. Xu Qianqian walked out of the room with a stiff gait. She put on the wedding dress in the living room and returned to the room.

When I came out again, two hours had passed.

After hanging up the wedding dress and tidying it up, the face was clearly visible in the surveillance video, with a weird smile on its face and pupils full of white, which looked very scary.

When Xu Qianqian saw this scene, she felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, and her whole body trembled non-stop: "No, this is not me."

Leaning in Zhuang He's arms, she reached out and grabbed his clothes tightly.

His voice was filled with fear: "Ah He, believe me, that person really wasn't me. I always sleep very soundly and I don't have a sleepwalking problem."

Zhuang He swallowed and felt a chill rising from under his feet.

He had felt the night before that the malicious and greedy gaze was probably not a dream, but that the evil ghost was really standing beside his bed in a wedding dress.

Whenever he thought of this, his legs felt a little weak.

Xu Qianqian became scared and couldn't help sobbing softly.

Everyone else's attention was focused on the surveillance camera, so they had no time to pay attention to her. They thought it was over, but the wedding dress fell to the ground out of thin air and floated in the living room.

The True Master was silent...

The fake master wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and kept repeating to himself that there are no ghosts in this world and everything is just an illusion.

Su Chen turned his head and looked around. His eyes fell on the bookshelf. He slowly walked over and said calmly, "Why don't you come out? Do you think you can hide?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew up in the living room.

The book was blown open, and the sound of pages turning was heard. A black shadow flashed by and hid again.

Xuanqing raised his hand to adjust his hair. His head could be cut and blood could flow, but his hair must not be messed up. After he had adjusted his hair, he stood up.

He walked over and said respectfully, "Master Su, what are you looking for?"

When Su Chen saw that it didn't come out, the coldness in his eyes became even greater.

He hated playing hide-and-seek the most, especially with vengeful spirits. It was really asking for death...

He turned and walked towards Xu Qianqian, took out a jade pendant and handed it to her directly: "You only have half of your soul now. Hold on to the consecrated jade pendant. It can't get close to you."