Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Hey, the hotel has changed too."

The two of them looked over and saw that the originally quaint youth hostel had become dilapidated, as if no one had lived there in years. It was completely different from what it looked like last night.

"This, this is a big change."

"Well, big brother, go call the others and see how many people are still alive. This house probably won't hold out for much longer. If it collapses, people will die."

Wang Dashan looked at the little girl who looked like a little adult and asked doubtfully, "What about you? Where are you going?"

Li Fumei said seriously: "Of course I have to follow my master. Those people are with you. You should go and wake them up. I don't have time."

"...!!"

Looking at the little girl's back, Wang Dashan was a little dumbfounded. Hey, how could this little girl be so cold-blooded?

Without thinking about anything else, Wang Dashan ran into the dilapidated hotel, knocked on every door, and kicked it open if anyone didn't open it. Soon, more and more people woke up.

Everyone went together to look for those who had not woken up. Some of those who were timid and afraid of death took the opportunity to sneak away.

Wang Dashan looked around but couldn't find Yang Qing, so he shouted for someone to help look for her. Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a loud crash and the wooden boards above his head began to fall.

Everyone was frightened when they saw this, and ran out shouting, "It's going to fall, let's run quickly."

*

Su Chen looked at the huge thing with some worry. His space talisman could not hold such a big thing. Did he have to break it into several pieces and store them separately?

Just do it as soon as you think of it, take out the axe and start chopping.

Half an hour later, there was a loud bang. Su Chen turned his head and saw that the hotel had collapsed and turned into ruins in an instant. There were still many people standing in front of the ruins.

Wang Dashan looked at the collapsed house, reached out to support Yang Qing, who was too weak to stand, and said worriedly, "Sister Yang, are you okay? Why don't we find a place to rest and wait for the master to finish his work and leave."

Yang Qing said weakly, "Well, Dashan, count and see if there is anyone left."

"Sister Yang, I just counted, and there are five people...dead. Their bodies are buried in the vegetable garden behind the kitchen. The soil over there is new."

"Two young couples and an old man are gone."

Wang Dashan looked at the others, who were all sitting there panting, their faces pale and a little blue, obviously at the end of their strength. If the master had not come, they would have died here.

Someone looked at the huge black thing in the distance with horror in their eyes: "What on earth is that thing? Isn't it said that there is nothing that cannot be explained by science? How can there be a monster?"

"...Well, even if you ask us, we don't know."

"Sister Yang, you've been here a few times. Haven't you ever encountered something like this before? Haven't you heard of anyone going missing? How come nothing happened with so many people living in this ancient town?"

Yang Qing met everyone's gazes and gave a wry smile, "I don't know either. I've never heard my colleagues mention it, but it's certainly strange."

"Normally, the residents here are all fine. Why are we the only ones who get into trouble? Or do the people here have some kind of life-saving charm that we just don't know about?"

"Don't be afraid, we'll ask again when the master comes back."

Wang Dashan slowly exhaled and whispered, "Sister Yang, the master saved our lives. I want to go over and help. You guys just wait here and don't run around."

"Anyone who can contact the outsiders, please call the police directly."

"Oh, I see."

Su Chen was sending the burnt black snake into the space symbol when he heard a voice from below: "Master, do you need my help?"

"...If you're not afraid, you can come up and chop this with me. I'll take you out after we're done."

Wang Dashan climbed up cheerfully and said, "Okay, I'll help you guys with the work. Thank you, Master, for saving us. Otherwise, we would have become nutrients for the roses in a few days."

After working for an hour to finish the cleanup, the two men came down and stared at the charred tree in a daze.

Li Fumei whispered, "Master, if we don't remove this tree, will it come back to life after the rain?"

"It needs to be shipped away, but we won't be exhausted from transporting it. We'll just report it to the government and they'll take it back and study it slowly. This is beyond our control."

"Well, you don't want the tree heart anymore? That's a good thing. The old ginkgo tree said it can prolong life."

Su Chen looked at the giant, searching it with his eyes. He didn't notice any energy fluctuations, so he looked down at his apprentice: "Fumei, do you know where the heart of the tree is?"

Li Fumei nodded repeatedly: "I know, I will take Master there. That is a good thing. Master, take it. It will prolong your life. What a good thing."

The three of them came to the roots of the tree.

"That's it. Dig about three meters down. The green thing beating like a heart is the tree core. Master, take this treasure back and keep it. Don't give it to anyone else."

Su Chen smiled and touched the top of her head, and said softly: "Fumei is so good to me."

Li Fumei hummed: "Master is good to me, so I should be good to him. It's a matter of reciprocity. It doesn't matter. Then let's start digging. When the police come, it will be gone."

"Big brother, you are not allowed to tell anyone about the tree heart. My master worked so hard to earn it. Consider it as a token of gratitude for saving my life."

"...Okay, okay, I get it."

Wang Dashan met the little girl's cold gaze and felt a chill in his head for some reason. It was just a little secret, so he might as well keep it secret.

The three of them dug for more than ten minutes, and found a green heart the size of a basketball that was still beating slowly. The tree roots that had been burned by the fire were eager to wrap up the heart.