Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen nodded and gave him the lover's address directly.

[There's no point in impulsively hitting someone. What you need to do now is to protect your property and then get treatment. You are destined to have a son and a daughter.]

Wang Ze was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.

Excitedly, he said, "Master Su, you mean I will remarry, and remarriage is my true destiny."

Su Chen nodded affirmatively and said softly.

[Yes, you are destined for a second marriage. Your first marriage is not your destiny. If you insist on continuing, it will only end in a bad ending. A second marriage is your destiny.]

[In the future, you will have both sons and daughters, grow old together, and be surrounded by your children and grandchildren, full of happiness and joy in your later years.]

Wang Ze felt a lump in his throat and almost couldn't stop crying, but when he thought about what the master said, he felt much more at ease.

[Okay, I understand. Thank you, Master Su.]

A few carnivals passed by, and after saying goodbye, he went offline to work.

Netizens sighed.

Su Chen packed up his things, the camera shook suddenly, he fixed his phone and started live streaming, then walked outside.

[Okay, we should go to Zhou Lan's house. Her son has a serious problem and needs to be addressed tonight. I need to go to bed as soon as I can finish it.]

【Everyone, please don't stay up too late. Go to bed before 11 o'clock. 】

When netizens thought of that horrific photo, the love-brained handsome guy instantly became erect and the barrage of comments was so enthusiastic.

[Okay, Master, I will definitely keep a regular schedule from now on.]

Su Chen stood on the side of the road and hailed a taxi. Soon a shabby taxi stopped and the driver twisted his stiff neck and looked at him.

The sound was rough, like something scraping against glass, harsh and unpleasant, making people feel uneasy.

[Master, this driver's face is so pale, like he has albinism. Why don't you change a taxi? I ​​feel a little creepy.]

[That's right, there's no rush to change one.]

Su Chen glanced at his phone, pursed his lips and smiled, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he opened the car door and got in.

"Master, I'm going to Building 3, XXXX, Garden Community."

"Oh, I see."

The driver drove away, water dripping from his hair, and his black clothes slowly began to seep out of water. His originally black pupils were slowly being covered by white.

Netizens in the live broadcast room zoomed in on the video, all shouting "Oh my God!" The comments were flying everywhere, and there was fear between the lines.

"Master, Master, please take a quick look! I just saw him laughing like a ghost. That's not human at all. Are you riding in a ghost car?"

Su Chen moved his fingers slightly and typed a few words.

[Well, it's a ghost taxi, except for being a little cold. There's nothing wrong with it. As long as it gets to Zhou Lan's house early, don't worry too much about the other little details.]

Netizens: […Master, there's a ghost in the car! This isn't a small detail. What if he's using a body double? Will you die? Let's not make this a big deal, okay?]

[That's right, Master. If you die, who will I watch live from now on? I don't want to watch those fake ones.]

Wenshan Cemetery: [Master, would you like to reserve a cemetery? We happen to have several excellent cemeteries here with excellent feng shui. They will definitely accommodate your requirements.]

As soon as it was posted, it was dissed by netizens.

Su Chen pursed his lips and smiled, not caring much. After seeing the driver take the wrong road, he kindly reminded him, "Master, please go to the left. There is a lake on the right, and you can't go there."

The driver chuckled twice, as if he didn't hear anything.

The next moment, his neck felt tight as a golden whip was strangled around it, causing a stinging sensation. How could a ghost feel pain? He instantly realized that something was wrong.

"You, who are you?"

"Nothing, just a Taoist priest of metaphysics, catching ghosts and such, it's all within my scope of business, are you trying to give me a performance?"

Su Chen's expression was gentle, but his movements became more ferocious. He looked at the ghost driver's terrifying face and continued to speak with a smile, pretending not to see it.

Who doesn’t like sweet dreams: [Oh my god, that giant’s face! I just ate spicy hot pot and I vomited it all up.]