Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

As soon as the two of them left and the others went back to their rooms to sleep, the old woman came over and said in a rough voice, "Why did you let them leave?"

The proprietress glanced at the blood-red nails, a red light flashed in her eyes, and she smiled a bit evilly: "Who said I let them go? Once people enter here, how can they find the way back?"

"Haha, that's right, I forgot."

Yang Qing and the other person walked along the road for a long time, but they still couldn't reach the end. They looked at each other and said worriedly, "Something's wrong. We arrived here in a very short time."

Jiang Yuning took out a few pieces of talisman paper, held one out as a direction, and closed her eyes: "Sister Yang, close your eyes and walk. If the talisman paper is hot, it means the direction is wrong."

"Let's see if we can get out. What we see with our eyes may not be real. We may just be encountering a maze."

"Okay, it's up to you."

The two of them walked step by step with the help of the talisman paper, and soon they touched the wall. When they came, there was an alley with walls on both sides. They stretched out their hands and groped their way forward.

When I was about to reach the exit, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a fishy smell. I opened my eyes and ran forward.

There was a constant rustling sound behind them. Yang Qing followed Jiang Yuning and shouted, "Run, run quickly and don't look back."

Something was wrapped around Yang Qing's waist. She looked down and saw that it was not a snake's tail. She realized that she could not escape. Her eyes gradually became a little desperate. She pulled off the bag on her body and threw it forward.

"Ningning, run. When you get out, find the master to save us. Come and save us..."

A scream sounded behind her. It was Sister Yang's voice, very familiar. Jiang Yuning ran with all her strength, not daring to stop at all, tears rolling down her eyes.

When the fishy wind was about to arrive, he jumped out and rolled out of the alley. His whole body was in pain, the dazzling sunlight was shining on his body, and there was a lot of noise around him.

Jiang Yuning looked at the deep alley, then at the bustling surroundings. The alley suddenly changed, and a beggar walked in and sat down to rest.

At a glance, she could see a wall at the end. It was different from the previous time they entered. The previous time was a very deep alley. Was it just an illusion?

I glanced at it and saw a white bag on the ground with the word "Yang" written on it. It was Sister Yang's bag.

Jiang Yuning bent down to pick up the bag, holding it tightly in her hand, took out WeChat and called, her voice filled with tears.

[Dad, save me! ! ]

An hour later on the plane, Jiang Yuning looked dazed, which scared Jiang's father.

"Yuning, please don't scare Dad. What happened?"

"Dad, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Father Jiang touched her head and asked in confusion, "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

He muttered, "I told you a long time ago, don't travel alone. If you run into a bad guy, you won't even have a chance to ask for help."

Jiang Yuning's voice was a little hoarse: "Dad, how's the information I asked you to look up? Have you found the information about the Freedom Travel Agency? Do you have any information about Sister Yang Qing?"

Father Jiang glanced at his bodyguard and urged, "Hurry up and bring the information over. Show the young lady on the screen. Who is this? I've never seen you pay so much attention to anyone before."

His peripheral vision caught sight of the bag in her hand, which had become somewhat white with age. "Whose bag is this? Why does it look so old? It looks like it's been used for more than ten years."

"Ok?"

Jiang Yuning lowered her head in surprise, and saw that the brand new white bag in her hand now looked weathered and worn out, and it must have been carried for a few years at least.

"No, that's not right. This bag wasn't like this when I first came out. What's going on, Dad?"

The scattered hair slid down, and some white hair could be vaguely seen.

Father Jiang reached out and lifted a strand of hair, and asked in surprise: "What's going on? Why do you have white hair? Where have you been? You're like a different person."