Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 11

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The people who couldn't stand to see him doing well would probably be dancing on his grave.

He couldn't die like that—he wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

Shen Huo disinfected his fingers with antiseptic, and a wave of stinging pain rushed through him.

But after treating it, it wasn't too bad—just made it a little harder to move his fingers.

The finger was just a minor injury. What really mattered was his lower back.

For the first time ever, he felt like his waist didn't belong to him anymore.

When he slammed his back into the edge of the bed earlier, his whole body felt off, like all his organs had shifted out of place.

If it happened again, he might just cough up his soul and float away.

Holding his lower back, Shen Huo carefully sat down on the couch. He saw a glass of water on the coffee table and figured he'd pour himself a drink.

But then—

Tears streamed down his face.

He couldn't bend over!

Since he couldn't get to the water, Shen Huo just lay down on the couch, deep in thought.

Even though the headless ghost lady didn't seem like she was trying to hurt him, her appearance had kicked off this whole chain of events.

And in the end, he was the one suffering.

Shen Huo wiped away some tears for himself.

And seriously, with so many people around, why was the headless ghost lady fixated on him?

And what was that whole thing with showing him the painting supposed to mean?!

His brain was a tangled mess of yarn, and no matter where he tried to start unraveling it, it all felt wrong.

Was he supposed to find the artist?

Did that person know something about the headless ghost's identity?

Or maybe her death had something to do with whoever painted that picture?

Images flashed through Shen Huo's mind—all of them red embroidered shoes, the headless ghost lady, and this creepy, off-feeling hotel.

After turning it over for a while, Shen Huo decided to ask the hotel owner about the ghost lady tomorrow.

Just as he made up his mind, it felt like time had started moving again, and the sounds of the world came flooding back.

Thud thud!

Footsteps came rushing down the hallway, mixed with panicked cries for help.

Shen Huo: "..."

'Does no one sleep around here?'

'Just sent one off and now there's another? Is this never going to end?!'

Shen Huo was getting fed up. He decided to ignore the noise outside and, holding his poor back, climbed into bed and shut his eyes.

A minute passed.

"Ahhh! There's a ghost! Help—!"

It was a woman's voice, shrill and desperate.

No idea what she'd seen—maybe it was the same thing that knocked on Shen Huo's door earlier.

He hadn't seen what it looked like, but judging by how terrified she sounded, it couldn't be pretty.

What confused him, though, was that the rooms next to his were completely quiet. With all this screaming, it didn't make sense that no one else reacted.

Shen Huo didn't buy it. With a voice that tragic, no way these people were sleeping through it. No way they were peacefully snoring right now.

Time ticked by.

The woman's screams were getting weaker, her voice turning hoarse—probably from yelling too hard.

Then came a faint dragging sound from outside, like someone crawling across the floor, their body scraping against it.

Shen Huo tossed and turned in bed like a flipping pancake.

It wasn't that he didn't care. He was just worried that sound outside was that thing again, trying to lure someone into opening the door.

If he opened it... wouldn't that just be walking straight into death?

"Help... me..."

Shen Huo could feel the woman's voice outside growing weaker, like she was about to die...

Creak—

The door to the room opened.

White light from inside spilled into the hallway, pushing back a bit of the darkness.

The woman looked on in despair at the twisted, grinning face slowly creeping toward her.

The blood-red flesh of that face pressed against her skin. She could smell its breath—it reeked of death and decay.

She felt like she was going to die.

Then a sharp pain shot through her.

That thing—it was touching her skin, using its sharp fingers to peel her flesh open, trying to burrow into her body.

It wanted her skin.

The thought alone made cold sweat pour down her back.

Just then, a blinding flash of light cut across her vision.

Everything spun. The pitch-black, terrifying hallway suddenly turned into a harsh, white-lit space.

She blinked instinctively. Her eyes were fogged over with a thin layer of tears.

"You okay?"

A clear, pleasant male voice rang in her ears.

Her blurry gaze slowly came into focus.

She saw an incredibly striking face.

She recognized him—the good-looking guy who'd been treated differently on the bus. His name was Shen Huo.

Looking into Shen Huo's eyes, she felt a wave of guilt—and maybe even irony.

The person she had coldly ignored back then turned out to be the only one who came to save her.

"Th-thank you."

"It's fine. Can you move?"

Shen Huo asked her to try moving her limbs. Her hands were fine, but her right leg seemed broken. No wonder she'd been crawling.

"Looks like it's a fracture. I'll wrap it up for you real quick."

Bang!

Just as Shen Huo turned to grab something to stabilize her leg, a heavy knock slammed against the door.

He had no choice but to shove the coffee table up against it. As he pushed it, a jolt of pain shot through his back, twisting his expression in agony.

Once the door was finally blocked, Shen Huo let out a long sigh.

Man.

He was starting to see it now—he was just born to hustle.

Couldn't catch a break.

Shen Huo rummaged around the room, looking for anything he could use to support the girl's leg, but found nothing.

Then his eyes landed on the scroll painting.

He put his hands together like he was praying, looked seriously at the scroll, and said, "Ghost lady, I'm just borrowing something real quick. Think of it as recruiting a free helper. No hard feelings, okay?"

He gently pulled out two scroll rods and used them to brace the girl's leg.

She winced in pain, her eyes bloodshot, but didn't shed a single tear.

A tough one, Shen Huo thought.

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