Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Xu Mi and the other two returned to Xuanqing Sect and were about to go to the mission hall to hand in their mission when they heard a burst of crying. Then they saw the stretcher covered with a white cloth, and their hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

They looked at each other and hurried forward to take a look. The row of white cloth was shocking.

The head of the Mission Hall came out with a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

More than 20 training teams came forward one by one to report their casualties. Every team had casualties. Some were so serious that two out of three people who went died, and only one came back.

There are also teams where all members have lost contact, and it is conceivable that they are in great danger. Among the teams that came back to hand in their tasks, no team was intact.

"Master Wuwu, all my fellow disciples died in the dry well. We didn't expect it to be so strange. The villagers were fine when they went there, so why did they specifically attack us?"

"If the villagers hadn't arrived in time, I wouldn't have been able to get out."

A man in a gray Taoist robe was crying and talking, his voice full of fear, and the others looked at him with sympathy.

After listening to everything, Yan Lu, the head of the Mission Hall, had someone record it one by one and let the elders deal with it next time to avoid causing greater casualties.

He glanced at the three people standing in a neat row and subconsciously turned his head to look at them, his eyes filled with confusion. "You three also completed the mission and returned alive."

Everyone looked over, their eyes filled with inquiry, confusion, bewilderment, and disbelief.

Xu Mi scratched his head, and after adjusting his mood, he slowly said, "Hello, Hall Master Yan, my name is Xu Mi, this is Zhou Hui and Fang Hean, the three of us are outer disciples of Spirit Beast Peak."

"This time we went down the mountain to Shangxi Village. The village chief's family suffered a tragic death, and his soul was suppressed by the evil Buddha invited by his adopted son. If it weren't for Sect Master Su, I'm afraid we would all be dead..."

Yan Lu asked doubtfully, "Wait a minute, you mean you encountered the soul trap set by the evil Buddha and escaped from the evil Buddha's hands, and none of you came back dead."

"Yes, yes, the three of us are all fine. Hall Master, you missed the point of what I said. If it weren't for Sect Master Su, none of us would be able to come back."

"Otherwise, why do you say I'm lucky? I have the best luck in our peak. I'm just a little koi."

Xu Mi spoke freely, "If I hadn't been so shameless and insisted on following Sect Master Su and the others, we wouldn't have been able to break the trap, let alone destroy the evil Buddha."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Is there such a powerful person in Xuanmen? Why have they never heard of him?

Evil Buddha, one appeared before and it took two elders to capture him after they were seriously injured. Why does this person say it is so easy? When will the evil Buddha be reduced to paper?

"Alright, stop. The three of you go see the Sect Master and the elders. The rest of you, bury the dead. Go to the trial site and record everything in detail."

The three of them looked at each other and followed obediently.

Yan Lu walked in and asked the three of them to wait while he spoke to the sect leader and elders.

Xu Mi looked around and whispered, "Hey, what do you think the Hall Master wants to see the three of us for? When I mentioned Sect Master Su, the Hall Master looked so unfamiliar, as if he had never heard of him before."

"How come someone who is so good at drawing talismans is not famous at all in Xuanmen? Is he from a small sect? That's right, how could a formal sect have only one person?"

"Zhou Hui, He An, tell me, if I break away from the sect and run away to join Sect Master Su's sect, can I become an inner sect disciple?"

"What if I'm lucky enough to get a senior brother? Oh my god, I can't imagine how happy I would be."

The two of them looked at the person behind him, whose face was obviously about to drip ink, and they all lowered their heads and said nothing.

Xu Mi never expected that the hall master would come out so soon.

Her little mouth was still chattering, her eyes growing brighter and brighter: "Hey, I think this method is really feasible. Anyway, I'm just an outer disciple in Xuanqing Sect, a nobody."