Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

【But it’s okay, I’ll come again next time I have the chance. 】

Liu Qingshan watched the circle spin for a minute, and then it showed that the message had been sent successfully. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. "See, I was foresighted. There's a signal now."

Seeing this, other students gave thumbs up.

"As expected of you, Captain. Can we go in now? We are all so tired and thirsty."

"Okay, let's go in."

When everyone was about to go in, they heard a rustling sound in the woods and couldn't help but look over vigilantly.

Soon a figure rushed over, with messy hair and tattered clothes, looking like a savage, and shouted at them: "Don't go in, don't go in!"

"Eat, eat people..."

He laughed crazily, jumped and danced, looked at the village with fear deep in his bones, squatted on the ground and cried.

Everyone looked at each other and said, "This is a madman, Mr. Mo, take a look and see if he is from your village."

Mo Wen nodded, walked over with a piece of chocolate, squatted down and looked at her: "This is for you, lift your head and let me see, what's your name?"

The crazy woman raised her head, reached out to grab the chocolate, and laughed: "Huahua, little Huahua~~~~"

"Huahua?"

Liu Qingshan patted his shoulder and said, "She might be from the village. Why don't you take her with you into the village? Maybe someone's daughter is missing."

Before Mo Wen could speak, the crazy woman screamed, "Ghost, ghost!"

He stood up and rushed into the woods, and soon disappeared. Everyone was confused as to what was going on, but they didn't say anything.

"Xiao Wen, are you back?"

Hearing this voice, Mo Wen's body stiffened. He stood up and looked over, only to see an old lady standing behind the village gate, looking at Mo Wen with a loving face.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, she smiled and said, "Hey kid, why didn't you call me when you got back to the village? If grandma knew, she would go directly to the foot of the mountain to pick you up."

Mo Wen walked over and looked her up and down, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "Grandma, you are not dead? How is that possible?"

The old woman rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "You are such a fool! You haven't been back for so many years, and now you come back and curse grandma to death. You are so ignorant."

"Come in quickly, grandma will take you to eat something delicious. Isn't stewed chicken with mushrooms your favorite?"

After hearing her say a lot of things that matched his memory, Mo Wen slowly let go of his worries and hummed, "Grandma, I'm glad you're okay."

"But why did my parents say you were dead when they got home? What's going on?"

The old woman lowered her eyes and flickered, then raised her head and smiled, "Silly child, I had a quarrel with your parents that time. I didn't expect them to be so cruel and actually said that I was dead."

Mo Wen listened to her and nodded, not quite understanding. "Well, grandma, I'm glad you're okay. Let me introduce you. They are all my college classmates. They are here for vacation in the mountains this time."

The old woman said cheerfully, "I see, young people seem to be full of vigor and vitality. Good, that's great."

These strange words left people confused.

After Mo Wen entered the door, he grabbed the old woman's hand, but it felt very cold and he couldn't help shivering.

Worried, "Grandma, it's cold. Why don't you wear more clothes? If you catch a cold, it will be inconvenient to go down the mountain to town. It will be dangerous."

The old woman slowly withdrew her hand, her expression normal: "It's okay, I'm old and don't have much firepower, so I'm just so cold all day long."

"Don't worry, Xiao Wen. Grandma knows a little bit about medicine. These minor ailments can be cured. I don't trust big hospitals. They always charge such high examination fees. They are definitely scams."

"Let's go, let your classmates go into the village, I'll make you some delicious food, besides the food that grandma made."

"Others offer you food, but don't take it."

Mo Wen asked doubtfully, "Why can't Grandma have it?"

The old woman pulled the corners of her mouth, a smile appeared on her wrinkled face, and she said unhappily: "What do you think? Eating food from other people's homes is a favor, but eating food from grandma's home is what you should do."

The classmates behind him walked in with their suitcases. Hearing this, they smiled and said, "Don't worry, grandma. We won't eat your food for free. We'll just pay according to the city's price."