Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Mo Wen stared blankly at his neck, a picture flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but squat down, holding his head and screaming.

"It hurts, my head hurts!"

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan opened his bag, took out a few talismans, looked at the mark on the back, and raised his hand to slap a talisman over.

Seeing that he felt better, he asked worriedly, "How do you feel, Mr. Mo? Is your head still hurting?"

"…I feel better now. What happened to me just now?"

Mo Wen patted his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something. What was going on in the previous scene? Why did he see that?

Liu Qingshan's eyes were complicated: "That's an exorcism talisman. I bought it from Master Su, your deputy leader. Although I am the leader of the Metaphysics Society."

"As far as metaphysics is concerned, I really don't have any ability."

"An amulet for exorcism?"

Mo Wen was puzzled and asked, "When did I become possessed by evil spirits?"

Wang Zhen patted his shoulder, leaned in closer and asked seriously, "Then why were you in your grandma's room? Can you still remember it? If not, then you're possessed."

I frowned and thought about it, but still couldn't remember.

He shook his head and said, "I can't remember it, but I saw a picture, a very scary picture. I can draw it for you to see."

Mo Wen did what he thought. He stood up, took out a piece of paper and started drawing. After a few minutes, he finished the drawing. Everyone came closer to take a look...

Liu Qingshan took a look and his scalp tingled: "This is what you saw. Are you sure this is still a human? This is worse than a monster."

"So is your grandma a human or a monster now?"

"I don't know. When I woke up this morning, I didn't see grandma."

Mo Wen thought for a moment and hesitated, "Captain, have you ever looked closely at the black statue in my grandmother's room?"

Everyone looked at him puzzledly and said, "No, grandma is not allowed to enter the house. Only you, her grandson, can enter."

"That statue... seems to be an evil god?"

"But why did you ask for the evil god? I seem to have heard it, but I can't remember it. Why can't my damn brain remember it?"

Liu said softly, "It's okay. You were just disturbed. How can humans fight against monsters? We still have to rely on Master Su for help."

As he was looking through the talisman paper, he pinched a small paper figure, rolled his eyes, and said, "Who has a lighter for me?"

Wang Zhen took it out and handed it over: "Here, Captain, what do you want this for?"

Liu Qingshan said calmly, "Burn it. I remember Master Su said that if there's an emergency, just burn the little paper figurine. He can find it based on the location of the little paper figurine."

"Wow, the deputy captain is so amazing."

"Yeah, very impressive. He also helped to take down the academic tyrant ghost in the school, as well as the ghost teaching building."

Everyone's eyes were filled with admiration, wishing they could meet him someday. As for now, the most important thing was to stay alive safely.

The little paper man burned quickly and soon turned into ashes.

Liu Qingshan stared intently, and saw the ashes come alive, slowly gathering together and floating away...

Everyone stared at this scene in shock, and they felt like they needed to grow their brains. Their materialistic views were gradually shattering.

Wang Zhen came back to his senses and muttered, "You said the village gate is blocked by ghosts, but the ashes of this little paper man can fly out and find the deputy commander to save us."

"Oh, I don't know. Anyway, let's do it first."

The sound of raindrops continues.

Mo Wen looked outside the door with some worry in his eyes, wondering where his grandma had gone.

Are you okay?

A dark shadow in the woods got on all fours and leaped back and forth like a wild beast, until raindrops fell on its face. Its eyes gradually began to clear up and it slowly stopped moving.

The old woman looked up at the sky, then looked around: "...Am I being controlled again?"

"Damn it!"

There was always a voice in my mind, cold, evil and powerful.

[Haha, you really think you can resist me? You're really overestimating yourself. And you still want to keep them safe? What wishful thinking!]

【Everyone must stay. No one can escape.】

The old woman's face turned cold, her eyes gloomy: "Then let's try it, see if it works. Let them go and I'll continue to find food for you, otherwise we'll die together."

"I am a god and I will never die. You are just a mortal. How can you possibly fight me? Thanks to all this food."