Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Xu Mi was in a daze for a moment, then quickly stuck the talisman paper on himself and rushed out like a fish. He slapped the person who had been chasing him twice to vent his anger.

Xie Chuan found the victim nearby. His body was covered with bite marks and he was dying. He hurriedly took him to the pharmacy for treatment.

This farce lasted for an hour.

Su Chen applied anti-swelling ointment on his hands. The swelling has subsided a lot now, and there is still some numbness, but compared to other people's hands, it is already in good condition.

Ning Jiuwei walked over and took a deep breath: "Friend Su, those disciples were under a spell just now. That evil energy seemed a bit like Xie Yuan's."

"Ha, the Sect Master also said that it's a bit similar. There's someone behind the scenes confusing us. Okay, let's deal with it and go to bed early. We can talk about it tomorrow morning if there's anything else."

I looked down at the time and it was almost two o'clock.

Su Chen's eyes were filled with resentment. He hadn't slept well since he came to the mountain. He turned around and ran back to his yard. He lay on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds.

Ning Jiuwei brought people to gather the disciples who were possessed by evil spirits and sent the injured disciples for treatment. By the time everything was done, it was already dawn and a look of fatigue appeared on his face.

"Huhu, how are the injured people? Are they serious?"

"In reply to the Sect Master, there were thirteen injured. One had his carotid artery bitten and has died from excessive blood loss. The others were less seriously injured and are no longer in danger of death."

Ning Jiuwei remained silent. If it weren't for Master Su, they would have no way to deal with these controlled people.

Ning Jiuwei took a deep breath and whispered, "Take good care of Master Su. Give him whatever he wants to eat, and be respectful, okay?"

"Also, call the talented disciples of the new generation according to the list. This sect leader has something to say to them."

"Yes, Sect Master."

The Great Elder was stopped when he was about to go down.

"Wait, there's one more thing. Do you have any ointment to reduce the swelling? The first time I slapped someone, I didn't control my strength well, and my hand is already swollen like this."

Ning Jiuwei twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little unnatural.

The Great Elder smiled helplessly and said, "We are all like this too. I'm sure Master Su is the same. I'll go get the ointment from Old Six. Sect Master, you should take a rest first."

The person quickly walked away and disappeared.

On the other side, the fourth elder slowly woke up, sat up and recalled the incident on the cliff. His body trembled slightly, and he felt that his dignity and face were completely lost.

He opened the door with a cold face and saw the disciples outside staring at him. He felt the hairs on his body stand up. What kind of mocking look was that? Laughing at him for dreaming about a monster...

"Fourth Elder, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

The fourth elder had a gloomy expression on his face and said coldly, "Where is that fox demon? Take me there to see it. I have something to ask that demon."

"Okay, but I have to tell the Sect Master, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, he was glared at fiercely. He immediately dared not say a word. He heard a voice from above: "Take me over to have a look. There is no need to tell the Sect Master about this for the time being."

"It's just to see a demon. The Sect Master is so busy, why bother him for such a small matter."

The disciples thought so after hearing what he said. If the Fourth Elder wanted to go and see, then he could go.

"Yes, I will take you there right away."

The two walked one in front and one behind, and quickly went down the dungeon and came to the innermost cell, which was covered with yellow talisman paper. Yaoyao's hands and feet were tied with iron chains and she couldn't move.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw that it was the wretched old man in his dream. He couldn't help but laugh softly, and his laughter was evil and carried an unknown kind of allure.

Her voice was soft and tender: "What's wrong? Are you reluctant to leave me?"

When the Fourth Elder heard this, he could not suppress his anger and stared at her intently. If this monster were alive, it would always be his shame.

Now only the sect leader and elders know about it. If I keep it secret, maybe all the disciples will know about it in the future. Then how will I have the face to teach and be a master?