Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

After telling the whole story, Ye Ling's face was full of worry. How could ordinary people like them know about the master? Even if there was one, they couldn't afford to hire him.

His son Wang Chen came out of the room and excitedly said, "Mom and Dad, I know a master. My classmates said he's very accurate and charges very low fees."

"A fortune-telling session costs one thousand, and catching ghosts isn't much either. This master is very conscientious. I saw him giving talismans to the poor during a live broadcast."

Driver Wang looked at his son and frowned. "Why are you peeking at these things? They're just tricks. You should study hard."

"But Dad, if you study hard, you won't encounter ghosts. If you do encounter one, won't you be haunted by studying well?"

When these words came out, both the husband and wife were choked.

Wang Chen raised his chin and said seriously, "Mom and Dad, I heard everything you said just now. Dad is prone to encountering ghosts when he goes out in his car at night. Why not try to see if the master is right?"

"Otherwise, if something really happens, it will be too late to regret it. I've seen it happen before. It's a pity that those who didn't believe it died."

"...Okay, then let's give it a try. When does the Master start broadcasting?"

Wang Chen smiled and said, "It's usually 8pm. Sometimes I have something to do and it won't be broadcast. When I have nothing to do, it's always at this time. The master is very punctual. I just don't know if you'll be lucky enough to get it."

"Okay, let's eat first, and then we'll go to the study and talk slowly."

The family of three ate absent-mindedly and went to the study together to turn on the computer. While the master had not yet started the live broadcast, the couple read the previous replies and believed them a little more.

Wang Chen said proudly, like a little adult: "Well, isn't it different from other bloggers? It looks very real. It's a pity that he only drew three lots in one night."

"Now, when the broadcast starts, there are tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room. If you really can't meet them, you might as well ask them in a private message. Maybe the master can see it."

"I'll write a letter and explain the matter briefly."

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the live broadcast room opened. The couple stood behind their son, stretched their necks to look at the screen, and whispered, "Son, come here and see if you can be selected."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Su Chen drew the first two divinations, which were both very simple divinations about marriage and wealth, but they ended very quickly. When he clicked on the last one, a child of twelve or thirteen years old appeared on the screen.

[Ahhh, I really won. Hello Master Su, my name is Wang Chen, you can call me Chenchen.]

[Okay, Chenchen, what do you want to count? ]

[Well, I want to help my dad calculate. He encountered...]

Wang Chen briefly recounted the incident, then retorted after looking at the comments on the screen: "I didn't lie. Dad said he was alive when he picked up the customer. He was literally skinned and bloodied."

Above the Truth: [Impossible. A person's pain sensory nerves are intact. Even if a small piece of skin were peeled off, let alone their entire skin, they would scream in pain. How could they be as calm as you say?]

Good boy: [Yes, little classmate, please don’t lie.]

Seeing that they were no longer anxious, Wang Chen quickly pulled his father over to sit down, with his face facing the screen.

He said anxiously: "Master Su, look at my dad. He really ran into something dirty. My dad works during the week and drives a car at night to make some money. It's most likely to run into something in the middle of the night."

The barrage of comments was scrolling like crazy, and Su Chen felt dizzy and spoke directly.

[Everyone, please be quiet. Stop swiping comments. I can't see your face clearly. Please wait a moment. I'll give three people amulets.]

As soon as these words were spoken, the barrage of comments instantly quieted down.

Su Chen looked at the face on the screen, which was surrounded by black air. It was obvious that the evil spirit had indeed entangled him with resentment. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes. It was interesting to see how capable this evil spirit was.

"Well, your father is indeed haunted by a ghost, but I might need to go and see the specific situation. It's not convenient to see the body at the police station, so I can go to your house or the car to take a look."

[I'll have Shansong deliver a peace amulet to you tonight. They'll be there early tomorrow morning. Remember not to drive around at night, just stay home quietly.]