Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Why did you save Liang Yan when she fell into the water?"

"...Why? I don't know why. I just know that I can't watch her die. But how can she forget me?"

Zhang Mingze glanced at the other person and saw the dazzling light of merit on him. He subconsciously withdrew his hand. A person with such merit could definitely not be an evil Taoist priest.

His attitude became more respectful: "Master, I have never regretted saving her. I just resent her for forgetting me. She doesn't even remember who I am."

Su Chen heard this and knew that he was getting too obsessed with something. He said calmly, "If I can make her remember and live the rest of her life in guilt and pain, will you let her go?"

Zhang Mingze was silent: "..."

"Let her know the truth that she should have known. Seeing her suffer is also revenge. She doesn't have to die, right?"

"Okay, as long as she can remember and promises that if she dies, she will go to the underworld to find me and continue her relationship with me, and repay this karma, I will let her go."

Liang Yan nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, tears streaming down her face. "Student Su, please help me think of a way to help me remember this. I don't want to forget the person who risked his life to save me. I owe him all this."

Zhang Mingze lowered his head when he heard her say this, not knowing what he was thinking. After all, he was still very young when he died, and he was a very soft-hearted person. Hearing what the other party said, he was indeed a little conflicted.

"Okay, come, drink this potion. After drinking it, you will slowly remember it, but the process will be very painful, so just bear with it."

"Okay, I can do that."

Liang Yan took it and drank it without hesitation. Soon the effect of the medicine took effect. She felt as if there was an electric drill drilling into her head. The pain was so severe that she could not stand and fell to her knees.

Seeing how much pain she was in, Zhang Mingze turned his face away, unable to bear the sight.

After a while, he couldn't help but speak: "Master, please let her go. I don't want her to remember it. As long as she agrees to my one condition, I will go back to the underworld and wait."

"Tsk tsk, you look worthless, but you are really deeply in love. Whether she wants to remember you or not, she can't forget your existence."

Su Chen picked up a talisman, put it in the water and handed it over: "Drink it, squad leader, and your headache will go away."

Liang Yan hurriedly took it and drank it. The severe headache gradually subsided. "Huhu, classmate Su, I think I saw it. He was the one who pushed me up..."

As he spoke, he covered his face and burst into tears. His heart was overwhelmed by guilt and he was in great pain.

"Alright, squad leader, stop crying. That idiot is easy to talk to. He's willing to wait for you. But I'm afraid it will take more than 30 years."

Su Chen spoke bluntly, took out a piece of red paper from his bag, and began to cut it according to the instructions. Soon, a small paper figure that looked very much like Liang Yan appeared in his hand.

Zhang Mingze came over, took a closer look, and spoke softly.

"Hey, is this Liang Yan?"

Su Chen nodded and said something horrifying in a calm tone: "Yes, it's her. After all, she was the one who owed you first. It's really too cruel to make you wait for her for decades."

"This little paper figurine isn't a substitute. As long as it's stained with her blood, it can be considered another of her. This way, it's a ghost marriage, but it doesn't violate the laws of heaven."

"Don't worry, after this burns, it will be the same temperament as the squad leader, exactly the same person, just belonging to a different space."

Zhang Mingze was silent. He was young when he died. He had learned something from Liang Yan over the years, but it was passive learning. There were some things he didn't understand, but it was good for him to listen.

If this master really wanted to harm him, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Master."

Su Chen walked over, squatted down, and took out a needle: "Squad leader, do you think this solution is okay? This marriage is destined to happen, but we will have to use this little paper figurine temporarily after a few decades."

"If you agree, prick your finger with a needle, squeeze out three drops of blood, and drip them onto the head of the little paper figurine. That person will then naturally not come to the mortal world to bother you again."