Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

After Su Chen finished calculating the three hexagrams and was about to end the live broadcast, he saw a flashing private message. He clicked it and squinted when he saw the painting.

[Everyone, today's three gossips are over. It's time for me to end the broadcast. See you tomorrow! ]

【Ahhh, why is it so fast? I haven’t seen enough yet. 】

Su Chen called the number directly.

Soon the call was connected, and it was a very young girl's voice, asking in confusion.

【Who are you? 】

[I'm Taoist Master Mingchen, you can just call me Master Su. It was you who sent me a private message in the background and also sent me a screenshot of a beautiful woman's picture, right?]

Chu Yao remembered when she heard this, sat up straight and said hurriedly.

[It's me, Master Su, hello, but there's something wrong with that beauty painting?]

[Yes, there are evil spirits in the beauty painting who died tragically. There are more than ten people who died at her hands. If nothing is done, those people will not survive for more than three days.]

[What? That beauty picture is with my boyfriend, but he's very averse to metaphysics. Even if I contact him, he won't believe it.]

[Where are you? I'll come over and take it.]

[I'm in the capital, and my boyfriend is a bit far away in Jiangcheng.]

The two met soon. Chu Yao stared at the handsome man in a daze, muttering, "My goodness, the master looks so young now, he shouldn't be an old man."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows and a clear voice sounded.

"Let's go, your boyfriend is really going to die if you don't leave now."

"Oh yes, let's go now."

The two took the high-speed rail and arrived in Jiangcheng two hours later. They found the hotel where Qiao Sheng was staying and Chu Yao raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Qiao Sheng was lying on the bed at this moment, his face pale and sweating, his consciousness was pulled into another world, as Sanlang, experiencing everything he had experienced.

Yao Niang was redeemed, but was tortured to death a few days later. Her eyes were gouged out and her bloody body was thrown into a mass grave.

He suffered so much during his lifetime that he could not rest in peace even after his death, and turned into a ghost and merged into Sanlang's painting.

The first person to be revenged was Sanlang. Qiao Sheng watched the evil ghost approaching and his body could not move. Soon he felt a chill on his head and opened his eyes in a daze.

Chu Yao hugged him tightly and cried uncontrollably.

"A Sheng, what's wrong with you? I called you just now and you didn't wake up. I was scared to death. Are you possessed by a ghost? Fortunately, Master Su woke you up."

Qiao Sheng raised his head and looked over, meeting those clear eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and the hostility in his heart instantly dissipated.

Su Chen slapped him with a talisman and raised his eyebrows: "You are so brave. You felt that there was something wrong with the painting, but you still dared to hang it in the room."

"...You, how did you know?"

"Actually, my dreams were normal before, but they started changing yesterday. What I saw today was even stranger. An ancient woman died tragically, but I didn't recognize her at all."

Qiao Sheng looked at the painting of the beauty and said in surprise, "No, the person in the painting has changed. She wasn't like this before."

The three of them turned their heads to look over, only to see that the originally peaceful and beautiful beauty in ancient costume in the painting now had a ferocious face, staring at people with bloodshot and tears in her eyes, which was creepy to see.

Su Chen chuckled lightly, his eyes indifferent: "Killing so many people is not enough to relieve the resentment in your heart. You are indeed a fierce ghost."

The painting of the beauty emitted a faint light, and the next moment a figure floated down. She was dressed in white like snow and was extremely beautiful. Her eyes were full of despair, hatred and murderous intent.

"Haha, most men in this world are heartless and lack loyalty. If he saw that I didn't have any evil thoughts, why would he die? Isn't he the same?"

"The little girl likes him, but he is in the world of the painting, but he admires me very much. He is my Sanlang, and he can't betray me if he takes my body."

"Those who betray me shall die!"

His face twisted in an instant, and a bloody face emerged. The originally white clothes were stained red with blood, and blood dripped onto the floor. The sound made people's backs cold.

Qiao Sheng met Chu Yao's incredulous eyes, panicked, and shook his head frantically: "No, Yaoyao, I didn't. I am another man in the painting."

"My soul is in that body, but I have no control over what I say or do. I'm like a puppet."