Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 4

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She reached out a hand to Shen Huo and introduced herself in a friendly tone.

"Hi, I'm Qi Mengman, a beauty blogger on Doudou App. Nice to meet you!"

She thought she'd hidden her emotions perfectly, but little did she know—Shen Huo, who had been through plenty of ups and downs and tasted the cold and warmth of the world, had already seen that flicker of jealousy clear as day.

But he didn't care. Bai Pengxuan's eyes often flashed with that same look.

"Shen Huo."

Even saying one more word felt like a chore.

"What?!"

Qi Mengman's eyes widened when she heard his name, and she suddenly exclaimed out loud, drawing the attention of everyone on the bus.

Feeling all eyes turn to her, she curved her lips slightly, and a hint of malice flickered in her gaze.

A bad feeling rose in Shen Huo's chest.

"You're that Shen Huo? The one the whole internet was flaming yesterday, getting roasted by thousands of haters—now your anti-fans outnumber your fans by like a hundred to one? They said you're gay, and you slept with that old... is it true?"

Qi Mengman looked like a sweet girl, but her mouth was nasty.

Sure, society today was more accepting of most LGBTQ stuff—but showbiz was different.

Celebrities were held to harsh standards. Even one scandal could ruin a career for good.

By saying that now, Qi Mengman was dragging Shen Huo's dirt straight into the open.

The buff guy sitting near the front shot Shen Huo a disgusted look.

Like just seeing him made his skin crawl. He turned around immediately, giving Shen Huo the back of his head.

And the woman sitting on the other side of the muscle guy—a mature, sultry type with long black hair and a total femme fatale vibe—glanced at Shen Huo with a look of disdain.

"Ugh, Assistant Director, once we get there, I'm not sticking with him," Qi Mengman said loudly. "I heard their kind are super nasty. What if he passes some disease to me? My fans would freak out!"

Thanks to that one sentence, everyone's impression of Shen Huo instantly hit rock bottom.

It was like there was now a huge wall between him and everyone else.

The atmosphere inside the bus turned cold and awkward.

Seeing that she got the effect she wanted, Qi Mengman finally covered her mouth with a "guilty" look and turned to Shen Huo with a pitiful expression to apologize.

"Oops, look at me, running my mouth again. Brother Shen Huo, I didn't mean it, okay? Don't be mad at me, please?"

She blinked innocently, but behind her supposedly lively eyes was a whole storm of disgust, twisting what could have been a passably cute face into something sinister.

Shen Huo gave her a glance but said nothing.

Qi Mengman acted like she'd just won a battle and smugly returned to her seat.

It wasn't that Shen Huo didn't want to respond—he just had all his attention focused on something else.

Right near her seat, by the window—not outside the window this time, but inside the bus—that pair of embroidered shoes had reappeared!

The red embroidered shoes were soaked at the toes, and a drop of red liquid dripped right onto her shoulder.

Drip. Drip. It soaked through her clothes.

Qi Mengman shivered instinctively and muttered, "Why's the AC in here so cold?"

She reached up to adjust the vent without a second thought.

Completely unaware that a pair of red embroidered shoes was creeping closer to her shoulder, and the dripping blood had already stained half her body red.

Shen Huo blinked—and just like that, the shoes vanished again.

The red embroidered shoes were like a mischievous little girl playing pranks—scaring him for fun, then disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Plip, plip!"

The rain outside poured harder, and the sky was getting darker.

Outside the windows on both sides, thick forest stretched out endlessly. It looked like they were driving somewhere halfway up a mountain.

If you looked closely, you could vaguely see the rain-veiled cliffs of the mountain through the curtain of rain.

Their destination: Ghost Town.

The night before, Shen Huo had looked up some info on Ghost Town online.

It was deep in the mountains. Legend had it that beneath the town was an ancient cemetery.

Weird stuff had happened there for years. Rumor said some powerful evil spirit lived in the mountain and often came out to devour people.

Later, a Taoist priest was invited by the locals to flatten the burial ground and build Ghost Town right on top of it to seal the spirit away.

After the spirit was suppressed, the place finally calmed down.

But many years later, a massive storm triggered a landslide that buried the whole village underground.

Only Ghost Town was left standing on the mountain ridge.

They said if you went there at night, you could still hear the cries and wails echoing from the town—believed to be the ghosts of the villagers from Huai Tree Village.

The internet had tons of speculation. Some businesses even took advantage of the buzz, building a hotel near Ghost Town to attract thrill-seeking adventurers.

That's where they were staying tonight—the hotel next to Ghost Town.

Online, there were tons of pictures of the hotel.

Shen Huo had clicked through them—and couldn't help but frown.

All the photos were blurry, like they'd been taken in a hurry while walking, with no real focus.

But one scene caught his eye.

Rows and rows of red lanterns. Bright red lanterns everywhere.

The hallways, the alleys outside—everywhere was filled with big, round red lanterns, hanging with golden tassels.

But instead of feeling festive, the red lanterns—against the backdrop of the dark, remote mountains—only made the atmosphere creepier.

SCREECH!

The bus suddenly slammed on the brakes!

Everyone started complaining and grumbling, but Shen Huo just kept staring out the window.

Because he heard it again—
that weeping cry from the headless woman in red.

Each wail sharper than the last, more piercing, more desperate.

Crack—

The bus doors opened, front and back, at the same time.

Thud. Thud.

A wave of damp, cold air rushed in.

And then—someone stepped into the back of the bus.

Their footsteps were heavy, dragging, as if every step took effort.
Every thud of their foot hitting the floor echoed ominously.

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