Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 6

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With a high-pitched scream, the lights inside the bus flickered, casting on a pale woman's face, scaring everyone into shouting.

Shen Huo's heart jolted.

The startled group saw the woman lying on the floor was Qi Mengman, and a trace of displeasure flashed across their minds.

But a man who seemed like a nice guy helped Qi Mengman up and asked what she had just called out.

Terrified, she pointed out the window, "I just saw... saw a pale ghost face, right there!"

Everyone looked outside, but it was pitch black; they saw nothing.

"Did you see wrong?"

"No way!"

The woman's voice was sharp and thin, sounding especially jarring in the quiet bus.

Qi Mengman kept pointing outside, her lips pale but her words firm.

"I really saw it. That person's face looked swollen like it had soaked in water for a long time, the skin puffed up and stretched the whole face. I saw it clearly."

Qi Mengman's detailed description didn't sound like a lie.

After she said that, the temperature inside the bus dropped, like something outside was staring hungrily at them.

Some faces in the group looked uneasy. They comforted Qi Mengman and let her sit next to the muscular guy.

The muscular guy actually seemed a bit pleased, gently comforting Qi Mengman.

No one noticed Shen Huo sitting behind Qi Mengman, his eyes fixed on the window.

He had just seen the ghost face Qi Mengman described.

That ghost face had no bones, pressed tight against the window, smiling maliciously at Qi Mengman.

Seeing her scared, the ghost face chuckled.

The louder Qi Mengman screamed, the wider the ghost's mouth stretched, its lips pulling slowly toward its ears.

Suddenly, the ghost face stopped smiling, its tiny pupils rolled upward, revealing lots of bloodshot whites.

Shen Huo remembered a suspense story he'd accidentally read once: the deceased had been suffocated alive, their vitreous humor scattered in the eyes, causing the whites to turn bloodshot after death.

Shen Huo shuddered.

Because he felt that creepy face was now staring right at him.

It slowly moved its body along the window, coming closer to Shen Huo's side, smiling at him.

Through the glass, Shen Huo looked expressionless, but his palms were sweaty.

He thought: What if this thing got inside? If I punched its face, could I actually kill it?

While Shen Huo was thinking, that face seemed to sense danger and suddenly dashed into the woods.

At that moment, he looked up and locked eyes with the tour guide.

The guide stared at Shen Huo, and Shen Huo stared back.

For a brief second, Shen Huo felt like the guide was considering whether to deal with him.

But just as quickly, when the guide turned his face away, that moment of danger vanished.

The bus moved forward.

Then, red lights flashed on both sides ahead.

The red glow looked super creepy in the pitch-black, empty mountain forest.

Like two blood-red eyes in the dead of night.

The bus got closer to the red eyes, as if it was slowly driving into the mouth of a giant beast.

Soon, Shen Huo realized what the red "eyes" really were.

They were lanterns.

Big, round, bright red lanterns with golden tassels hanging from the bottom.

The mountain wind blew, making the tassels sway, and the red light cast shadows of the leaves that looked like clawing ghosts.

What was even stranger was that despite the heavy rain, the lanterns' lights didn't go out.

But Shen Huo quickly spotted the electric wires wrapped around the lanterns.

Shen Huo: "T-T"

Rounding a big curve, a luxurious hotel appeared before them, with two lanterns hanging outside its entrance as well.

The bus stopped beside the hotel.

The tour guide said hoarsely, "We're here."

The assistant director rushed off the bus, ignoring the heavy rain, heading to a small car parked behind the bus.

Shen Huo saw his pale face as he explained something to Director Wang.

But Wang's back was to Shen Huo, so he couldn't see Wang's expression.

Judging from the assistant director's ghostly face, he was probably pretty freaked out by whatever strange thing they'd seen.

Shen Huo held his umbrella and followed everyone off the bus, hearing the assistant director say,

"I really saw a black shadow in front of the bus, crouching there. It looked a bit like a dog, but then it suddenly stood up—like a person standing there, blocking the bus!"

After the guests got off, Director Wang's voice dropped noticeably, and with the rain hitting umbrellas loudly, Shen Huo couldn't catch what they were saying.

He stopped paying attention to Wang and the others and instead looked at the tour guide leading the way.

The guide wore a raincoat and walked in front of everyone, his movements slow but powerful.

This time, Shen Huo noticed the guide was carrying a heavy-looking black backpack.

No wonder his footsteps sounded heavy.

The guide pushed open the hotel door, and the group followed inside.

The interior was lavishly decorated. The hotel owner must be really rich to build such a big hotel in the wild mountains.

Suddenly, Shen Huo's eyes were drawn to a painting hanging on the wall.

A pair of red embroidered shoes, exquisitely crafted, with dense stitching clearly visible on the fabric, set against a black background that perfectly showcased the shoes' detail.

But...

Shen Huo couldn't understand why such a strange painting of embroidered shoes was hanging right by the hotel entrance.

He touched the frame. The edges were smooth and worn, like someone had been rubbing them for a long time.

"Excuse me, sir."

The sound of staff moving equipment interrupted Shen Huo's thoughts.

After looking at the embroidered shoe painting, Shen Huo followed the staff into the living room.

"Everyone has a room upstairs. You can start choosing your rooms now," the tour guide said.

At that moment, it sounded like something clicking and clacking all around—like the laughter of many people.

Shen Huo looked up at the ceiling, which was painted with a rural scene of working from sunrise to sunset during autumn harvest. The strange sounds disappeared the moment he looked up.

After a long day of chaos, Shen Huo's head felt like mush, barely able to think, and he didn't bother with the weird noises.

Everyone else, worn out from the long trip, was just dying to lie down.

"Bang!"

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