Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

As the woman spoke, her whole appearance changed drastically. Tears and blood flowed from her eyes, and her face became terrifyingly gloomy, as if she wanted to devour people.

【Those who break their oath shall die! 】

Qiao Sheng was unable to move and could only watch the stunning beauty gradually transform into another face, hideous and terrifying.

The sound of a bell rang, bringing him back to reality.

He was gasping for breath and felt a splitting headache. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the bright sky outside, and went straight into the bathroom to wash up before going out.

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Tang An greeted him warmly when he saw him coming, but he just walked away and was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't react.

He walked over to the finance department and asked quietly, "What's going on? Is there something wrong with the data, or is he not satisfied? I see Mr. Qiao looks very unhappy."

The finance manager was also confused and shook his head. "I don't know. He was fine yesterday. Mr. Qiao looks like he didn't sleep well. He's even a little blue."

"Maybe I just arrived in Jiangcheng and I'm not used to the climate there."

"Oh, that's right. The weather here is different from the capital. People who come here for the first time might not be able to acclimate. I'll take him out for a walk after get off work."

Qiao Sheng endured the headache and worked hard. He finished before three in the afternoon and felt relieved. He wanted to go back and rest, but he was worried that he would continue to have nightmares.

Tang An patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Since today is ending so early, why not go out for a walk and see what Jiangcheng has to offer?"

"Mr. Qiao, do you have a girlfriend? If so, it would be nice to bring back some local specialties. Women love these little surprises."

"...Okay, let's go out for a walk."

The two of them came to the ancient town to shop, and soon their hands were full of things. When Qiao Sheng was about to leave, someone reached out to stop him.

Seeing that it was a Taoist priest, his brows furrowed subconsciously, and he said angrily: "I don't tell fortunes, please make way."

The Taoist priest looked at his face and found that his marriage palace was dull and there were a few more fine lines at the corners of his eyes. It was obvious that he was destined to have a romantic relationship, and that the kind of romantic relationship that could lead to death was called Yin.

"Sir, your problem is not something I can solve. I just don't want to see anyone die in vain, so I'm kindly reminding you that you've been cursed with a peach blossom."

"If you don't want to die, you must seek help from the master as soon as possible, otherwise you will die within seven days."

When Qiao Sheng heard this, his usually gentle face darkened and he said coldly, "I don't understand what you are saying. Get out of the way, or I'm calling the police."

The Taoist sighed upon seeing this and said, "Never mind. I'm just kindly reminding you. If you don't believe me, forget it. I won't say anything more."

"I wish you good health. You have been haunted by that evil spirit. Don't you realize in your dreams every night that there is something wrong with that woman? She is about to kill you."

Hearing this, Qiao Sheng thought of a vague picture, but the fear lingered in his mind. His heart sank as he watched the Taoist priest slowly walk away.

Tang An asked doubtfully, "Mr. Qiao, did you really have a nightmare? There are some things that science cannot explain, but they really exist."

"If there's something wrong, you can tell me. I recently met a live broadcast master who is really extraordinary..."

I interrupted him and changed the subject: "No, I don't believe in these things. Besides, if a person does nothing wrong, how can he be haunted by ghosts?"

The resistance was obvious on Qiao Sheng's face.

Seeing this, Tang An had no choice but to give up and said softly, "Okay, Mr. Qiao, should we continue shopping or go back to rest?"

"Go back and rest. I'm a little tired. Thank you for your hard work today, Mr. Tang. I'll treat you to a meal in the capital some other day."

"Haha, okay, thank you, Mr. Qiao."

When Qiao Sheng returned to the hotel room, he felt inexplicably cold. The cold was gloomy, just like the feeling of suddenly entering an old house after not living there for a long time.

I looked up and saw that the air conditioner was off.

I felt better when I opened the window and let the sunlight in.

A ding-ling-ling sound rang out. Qiao Sheng glanced at the incoming call notification and clicked it. Looking at the familiar smiling face on the screen, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.