Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 3

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That same day, Shen Huo got on the bus headed for the ghost town.

Just as he was about to fall into a deep sleep, the bus jolted and shook him awake.

Right then, the temperature inside the bus suddenly dropped.

The sky, which had been clear, was now gathering dark clouds. Everything looked gloomy and overcast.

"Plop!"

A single drop of rain hit the window.

Very quickly, it started pouring, the rain falling hard and fast. All that could be heard was the sound of raindrops hammering the windows. The mountains in the distance looked like they were veiled in a layer of white gauze—you couldn't see them clearly at all.

The sky got darker and darker. He glanced at the time. It was already six.

At that moment, right outside Shen Huo's window, a pair of embroidered shoes showed up in the rainy night, slowly pressing closer to the glass. The tips of the shoes were dripping blood, which mixed with the rain and slid down the window.

He rubbed his eyes and stared.

The strange embroidered shoes were gone.

Like that scene just now was nothing but a hallucination.

The next second—

A pair of cold, deathly pale hands touched his skin.

Cold. So cold it made him shiver all over.

That thing... it felt like it wanted to merge with him.

[Woooo—]

Shen Huo jolted awake from his dream, heart pounding like crazy and refusing to calm down.

When he came to, he realized the bus was full. These people must've gotten on along the way.

He remembered the bus had stopped several times, and he vaguely heard voices—people talking to Director Wang.

Later, he had dozed off again, and when he opened his eyes, it was raining.

Then, he saw that pair of red embroidered shoes pressed up against the window!

Just a thin glass pane between them, but he could feel that those embroidered shoes were like a person, standing outside, staring straight at him.

It looked like it wanted to say something—but it was just a pair of shoes. It couldn't talk.

The shoes stayed stuck to the window, and that bright red blood trickled down the glass.

That thing even tried to break through the window to get closer to him.

Shen Huo thought those embroidered shoes were like a person.

A person with flesh, blood, and thoughts.

It sounded insane, but that's exactly the feeling he got when he saw those creepy shoes.

And why, out of everyone on this packed bus, was it following only him? Was there some kind of connection?

The next moment, a freezing cold woman's hand pressed against his skin. A swipe of red nail polish brushed the corner of his eye—it was icy cold.

His body felt like it'd been thrown into an ice cellar, blood turning to ice.

That thing leaned in and blew gently into his ear.

Instantly, his heart raced, and his frozen blood started pumping again.

"Plop!"

A drop of liquid hit his face. He couldn't help but touch it and check.

It wasn't just any liquid—it was blood!

Bright, shocking, scarlet blood!

[Woooo woooo woooo!]

A woman's sobs.

She was crying in deep, gut-wrenching sorrow. The kind that sounded like it came from the depths of her throat, desperate and broken, and it was so close—like she was right next to his ear.

Yep. It came from the thing lying on top of him.

Shen Huo's whole body froze. He stiffly turned his head.

And saw her—wearing a red silk wedding dress, her curves well-defined. Just looking at her figure, you could tell she must've been stunning.

But—she didn't have a head AHHHHHH!!

Her head looked like it had been chopped off by something sharp—kind of like an axe.

At the cut, there were clots of dried black blood, and a bit of skin still hanging on, like the neck wasn't completely severed. Her head dangled from her neck, and a pair of wide, lifeless eyes stared blankly, swinging with the movement of her head.

When the axe came down hard, blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the person holding the axe.

Resentment. Rage. Unwillingness.

That was the last breath of hatred the headless female ghost left before she died.

Shen Huo's legs gave out from fear right on the spot.

And when he opened his eyes again, gasping for air as he looked around—there was nothing.

He glanced at the window. It was indeed raining outside, but that creepy pair of embroidered shoes was nowhere to be seen.

"Was it a dream?"

Shen Huo murmured to himself, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and let out a slight breath of relief.

"Eh? What kind of dream? A nightmare?"

Right then, someone suddenly popped up from the seat in front of him, scaring Shen Huo so much his back broke into a cold sweat.

The girl in front of him was really pretty. She had her hair done in two buns and dyed pink, her makeup was super cute and dolled up in a kawaii style.

She blinked at Shen Huo playfully—bright, bubbly, and cute.

Only, her chin looked a little off—it jabbed into the seat's leather like a point, kind of like the snake spirit from Calabash Brothers. The sharp chin mixed with her otherwise sweet face gave off a weird kind of vibe.

But Shen Huo didn't look at her face. His eyes went straight to the top of her head.

He wasn't sure if he hadn't fully woken up yet, or if he was still dazed from sleep.

Or maybe, dream and reality were starting to blur.

He thought he saw that headless red-dressed ghost hovering over the girl's shoulder, her blood-red nails brushing gently across the girl's face.

But the next second, the "woo woo" crying sound returned in his ears—and the headless ghost disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It took Shen Huo a while to find his voice to answer the girl in front.

"N-No."

He couldn't help picking at the red mole on his fingertip—a tiny habit of his whenever he got nervous.

A flash of jealousy crossed the girl's eyes.

The young man in front of her was prettier than most women.

His face was so well-defined and delicate it didn't need any makeup. Just a plain white T-shirt and simple jeans, yet he didn't come off as skinny or weak.

On the contrary, he had this bright, youthful aura—confident and energetic.

That made her feel threatened. This guy could totally steal her spotlight.

He might become the biggest obstacle in this season's show.

But she hid her jealousy well, curling her lips into a sweet smile.

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