Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The bodyguard didn't dare to delay any longer and hurriedly drove down the mountain. He was highly focused all the way, fearing that he would see any red figure again. Fortunately, he was lucky enough not to see it this time.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. When I reached halfway up the mountain, I heard a series of rumbling sounds, followed by rocks rolling down the cliff.

The road was blocked right in front of them and no car could pass.

The people in the car frowned when they saw this. How could it be such a coincidence? They were delayed just now, and rocks rolled down here and blocked the road. There was only one way down the mountain, and now they couldn't go down at all.

The leading car in front stopped, and the cars behind were forced to stop. They had no idea what was going on ahead, and many people got out of the car and walked towards this side.

After seeing the rubble that was more than a meter high blocking the road, he became visibly annoyed. It was obvious that he couldn't get out. Even if he called the police and asked someone to come and help him, it wouldn't be that quick.

It was almost four or five o'clock and it would soon be dark. They didn't know if there would be more rockfalls from above. They didn't have the courage to spend the night on the cliff road.

The old men and women gathered together and finally decided to retreat. After all, the other side of the dam was flat and looked much safer than the middle of the mountain.

One car after another backed away, and by the time we returned to the original fishing spot, it was completely dark.

Mr. Huang suggested living in the cabin, which he had found while strolling during the day. The two-story cabin looked nice, but he didn't know why there was no one in it.

Several people entered the cabin, living in two or three rooms. If anything happened at night, they could just shout, which was safer.

Tong Yao was in the same room with Mrs. Fu. Looking at the uneasy person, she gently comforted her, "Grandma, it's okay. There are so many people here together. Nothing will happen."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just so flustered. I always feel like something's going to happen. It's really uncomfortable."

"Xiao Yuan, have you contacted the outside world? When can they open the road tomorrow so we can go down the mountain? I will never come to the mountain reservoir to fish again."

Fu Yuan tapped the satellite phone. For some reason, the signal was always intermittent, as if it was interfered with by something.

He had experienced what happened on the island before, and now as long as there was something unusual, he would uncontrollably think of bad things. This time, Su Chen was not here, which made him even more uneasy.

"It's okay, grandma. I'm already trying to find a way to contact the outside world. You should have a good rest. We'll go home early tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, he came to stand under the eaves, glanced at the watch on his wrist, the signal was still faint, he thought for a moment and nodded to the pouch on his waist, took out a piece of talisman paper and folded it.

A very ugly paper crane was folded out and flew out wobbly.

Fu Yuan looked towards the dark forest and inexplicably felt a chill starting from his feet, as if something was staring at him. He turned and went into the house.

"Grandpa and grandma, try not to go out at night. If you must go out, have your bodyguards follow you. I have some talismans here. Wear them to keep you safe."

Seeing this, Old Huang joked, "Xiao Yuan, I don't know when you actually believed in this thing. Not to mention that this talisman paper looks quite real."

Fu Yuan: "...Grandpa Huang, this talisman paper is genuine. It was sold to me by a very powerful master. You can use it with confidence."

"Yeah, I got it. Thank you, Xiao Yuan."

"It's okay, the hot water will be ready soon, you can wash up and go to bed early."

Candles were lit in the cabin, making it much brighter. Fu Yuan stayed in the living room, sitting on the dusty sofa. It looked like no one had lived there for a long time.

The bodyguard was guarding the door. When he was tired, he sat on the ground with his back against the wall to rest. He did this until midnight, when the rain had stopped.

A gust of wind blew from time to time, and the dozing bodyguard felt a chill on his neck. He reached out to touch it but felt nothing. He yawned and muttered something.