Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

[Yaoyao, I bought something for you. Do you like it?]

"Ah, you're working, so how can you have time to buy me something? You look like you haven't slept well. Take some rest when you have time and stop worrying about me."

"It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway. I finished work early today, so I went out to buy some local specialties. I'll bring them back to the capital for you."

Chu Yao smiled sweetly and looked at the things on the screen. In a trance, a woman's face flashed by and her hands trembled.

The voice unconsciously rose a little.

"Ah Sheng, did you see the woman's face that appeared on the screen just now? She was one of those ancient women with a bun. Her face was so scary."

"Please return that painting immediately. I feel very uncomfortable when I see it. Even the masters said that if you feel uncomfortable intuitively, there is probably something wrong with it and you shouldn't touch it."

When Qiao Sheng heard this, the corners of his mouth slowly drooped, he lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

[Yaoyao, I remember telling you before that my father was deceived by a charlatan and his family was destroyed. I hate those metaphysical things. Please don't mention it again in the future.]

[But, but I’m worried about you…]

[Shh, I'm fine, don't worry too much. There are no ghosts in this world, they are just people's hysterical imagination.]

Seeing this, Chu Yao didn't know what to say, so she chatted about something else. Looking at the tired face on the screen, she urged.

【Ah Sheng, go to sleep. I'll draw for a while.】

【Okay, Yaoyao, goodbye.】

After Chu Yao hung up the phone, she felt more and more anxious and had no intention of painting at all. She stood up, washed her hands, and turned on the live broadcast. Seeing that the master was not online, she became anxious.

He sent a private message and took a screenshot of the painting of the beauty, his words filled with pleading.

"Master Su, please help me see if there's anything wrong with this painting. I feel uneasy and see strange faces, which is really scary."

*

After class, Su Chen returned to the apartment and remembered that he had been busy recently and didn’t seem to have done many live broadcasts. He decided to do one now that he had time.

As soon as the live broadcast started, the barrage of gifts started to appear.

[Ahhh, Master Su, you're finally online. I've been waiting for you for so long that all the flowers have wilted.]

[Yes, can we make an appointment later? Otherwise, I have to watch it many times every day, which is really a very depressing thing.]

[Haha, Master Su is still in school, so he definitely doesn't have that much time. But even half an hour a day is fine. I can still squeeze out that little bit of time, right?]

Su Chen burst out laughing and turned on the microphone to apologize.

[Sorry, I was lazy. From now on, I will broadcast live for half an hour at 8 o'clock every day, and randomly draw three hexagrams every day.]

[A fortune-telling session costs 1,000 yuan. You're not allowed to ask for money. If you need help with a problem, you'll need to pay a red envelope. Okay, enough talk, let's draw today's lucky fan.]

The first person to draw the online name was "Poor Little Boy Seeking a Child".

Poor little girl begging for a child: [Ahhh, Master Su picked me, woo woo, I'm so lucky.]

Su Chen started to connect, and soon a woman appeared on the screen. Her face was haggard and pale, and her palace of children was sunken and dim, obviously she was destined to be childless.

Master Su, my name is Yang Yun, I'm 32 years old. I've been married to my husband for 12 years and have tried many things to get pregnant, but I've never been able to. I'd like to ask if I can still be a mother in this lifetime.

[Your Children's Palace is sunken, indicating a childless fate. However, you've had some bad luck with love lately. Have you been in contact with anyone?]

【Ah, you know this master. 】

When Yang Yun knew that he had no children, his eyes dimmed and he smiled bitterly. It turned out that he was destined to have no children in this life.

I heard last month that there's a temple that's accredited for fertility, and I'm planning to go there this week. The master mentioned "bad peach blossoms," what does that mean?

Su Chen looked at her face, calculated with his fingers, and then said slowly.

The monk in that temple was fake. There were women who went there to pray for children, but the children were all his. He drugged those women. You get my point, right?

They dared not tell anyone because if it got out, they would only be known as a fertility spirit. If you went there, not only would your family be torn apart, but your money would also be robbed.