Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"...Exactly. Just like the Johns family, they appear to be aristocrats on the surface, with hundreds of years of history and a large business, but who knows what's going on behind the scenes?"

With a ding, the elevator arrived.

Fu Yian was driving the car with soothing music playing in it.

An hour later we arrived at the ancient town. After entering, there were stalls on both sides, some selling jade, some selling antiques, and some selling fortune tellers in Taoist robes.

Qin Wushuang looked at the stalls on both sides, not understanding what good things could be found in this place. He said, "Where are the novelties you mentioned? These are just the stalls."

"Of course not. The good stuff is all hidden in the alleys and generally not easily displayed. But whether you can pick out the real thing depends entirely on your personal taste."

"Oh, I see."

The two walked to the innermost part, and sure enough, there were more and more people in front of the stalls, and some of them couldn't even see the stalls inside.

Qin Wushuang continued walking, and when he saw a stall in the corner out of the corner of his eye, he stopped and walked over.

Fu Yian said puzzledly: "Wushuang, the things here are not too good, let's continue walking, the things inside are better, and the things here are half true and half false."

He walked to the stall, looked at the man in the tattered Taoist robe, and squatted down: "Old man, how much are these things for?"

The old man raised his head when he heard the voice and took a look. Looking at the thick purple air and the occasional flashes of golden light, his eyes widened and were full of shock.

"You...how can a mortal have the golden light of merit? Little girl, do you mind if I tell your fortune? It's free. As long as you let me tell your fortune, the price of the things on the stall is negotiable."

Qin Wushuang's eyes became more serious when he heard this. This old man must be really capable, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to tell at a glance that she had inherited Su Chen's merits.

"Are you going to calculate my fate or my marriage?"

"Of course it's the fortune-telling grid."

"Oh, then I don't count. I want to calculate the marriage fate."

Old man: "..."

Since you don't want to have your fortune told, why bother asking him? Wouldn't it be better to just tell him that he only wants to tell you about your marriage?

Qin Wushuang wrote down the word "marriage".

"Honey, I want to count the words. Please start."

The old man took a look and started counting with his fingers, his brows furrowed. People with purple aura really have extremely precious fates, which cannot be calculated at all. As for marriage, it is what he is best at.

But...it was covered with a layer of fog and I couldn't see clearly at all. It was also a marriage destined by heaven, but it seemed like there was a bump in the road.

"How is the old man?"

The old man looked at her with complicated eyes and said seriously, "You have already met your Mr. Right, and you are married and will live together forever. It's just that children will come a little late."

"One person lives and the other dies. How can this be a fate like this? It's strange, really strange."

Qin Wushuang's eyes turned cold when he heard this, and he said in a cold voice: "What do you mean, old man? What do you mean by one person lives and the other dies? And you said we will grow old together. Isn't this a contradiction?"

"Alas, your fate is too complicated. I can't calculate it, but when your child comes, your significant other will..."

Suddenly, thunder boomed in the sky. The old man was startled and quickly shut up: "Heaven's secret, Heaven's secret cannot be revealed. In short, I advise you to judge people with your heart."

The old man looked at the lightning and couldn't help but jump up and down, pointing at the sky and cursing: "Fuck, what did I say that you are chasing me and striking me."

Qin Wushuang looked up at the sky, feeling a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head to look at the things on the stall and was attracted by a black object.

"Uncle, what is that?"

"Huhu, that sword is broken, not rusty. It's like this because it has no owner. When it has a master, the rust will fade away."

The old man gestured toward the sky twice, then sat down on the stool, dejectedly saying, "Are you sure you want that? You can't return it once you buy it. Whether you can use it after taking it back depends on fate."

A voice in Qin Wushuang's heart told her that if she wanted this, she must buy it, otherwise she would definitely regret it.

"Well, I want this. How much is it?"

"One million is the fixed price. I promised to give you a discount, but I have to keep my word. If I gave it to someone else for less than one and a half million, I wouldn't even bother with it."

Fu Yian reminded him, "Wushuang, how can this piece of junk be worth a million? Don't be fooled by him. Let's go to the store inside to choose."

The old man sneered at the words and glanced up and down with a look of disdain. "Tsk tsk, young man, you should be more upright, otherwise you will get burned by playing with fire in the future."

The rumbling thunder sounded again.

"...I won't say anymore. I won't say anymore. Take a break and stop hacking. This is the only Taoist robe I have left. Are you done yet?"

Fu Yian's face changed, but quickly returned to normal.

Qin Wushuang took out his phone to pay, but the other party waved him off, saying, "I don't have a phone, and I don't know how to pay. I'll get you some cash."

"Okay, but you have to be sure you want cash. It's not very safe here and you could get robbed easily if someone spots you."

"The little girl is really kind-hearted, but you don't have to worry about the old man. If anyone dares to rob me, God will punish them. I prefer to pay with cash."

"Okay, wait for me for half an hour."

The old man looked at the two figures from behind and shook his head: "Hey, the little girl has such a good fate, why is there a stink bug following her around? It's really an eyesore."

Half an hour later, Qin Wushuang came over with a bag and put it directly on the stall: "Old man, here is one million, you can order some."