Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 18
Dang! He didn't expect to die here today; it felt so unfair.
If he died, those two girls would definitely be happier than anyone else.
He didn't want to die!
In the critical moment, a red light appeared in Shen Huo's hand, slapping the lunging fat monkey and sending it flying into the pile of bones.
When the fat monkey charged again, the red thread whipped at its body, pulling out black blood.
Thrown back once more, the monkey's scarlet eyes flashed with a brief mix of confusion and delight before the red darkness covered them again.
The fat monkey hesitated a moment, then turned and ran.
Ran?
It actually ran!
"Ha ha ha!"
Shen Huo collapsed on the ground, laughing wildly, letting the cold rain wash over him.
After releasing the tension bottled up inside, he looked at the red thread in his hand.
The red thread looped around his finger, but its end floated off somewhere unknown.
Shen Huo rubbed it, and in a blink, the thread vanished—as if the whole thing had been an illusion.
He touched his finger bone—smooth, with nothing on it.
"Was it an illusion?" Shen Huo muttered to himself.
The rain gradually eased, and the scene in front of him warped.
The mountain of bones had turned into a graveyard, and beside a small grave mound, he spotted the two girls who had passed out.
"Wu Tong, Ma Xi, are you okay?"
Shen Huo called for a long time with no reply, so he pinched the area between their noses and lips.
Ma Xi stayed unresponsive, but Wu Tong spat out two mouthfuls of rainwater and slowly came to.
As soon as Wu Tong moved, pain stabbed through her guts and lungs.
She looked around and asked the equally disheveled Shen Huo, "Where are we now? What happened to that weird thing that was chasing us?"
"The monster ran off. We're in a graveyard now. Can we even get out?"
Wu Tong nodded, and with Shen Huo's help, she struggled to her feet.
A flash of lightning briefly lit the scene—around them were small mounds of earth without any markers.
A graveyard—this whole area was a graveyard!
"How did we end up in a graveyard?"
"It's complicated. Since the fat monkey ran off, let's head down the mountain just to be safe."
"The fat monkey?"
"That big-bellied monster—it looked just like a fat monkey blown up several times."
That was a pretty vivid description.
Wu Tong smiled rarely.
"Ah!"
A scream made both their hairs stand on end.
They both whipped their heads around to see Ma Xi, who had just woken up, faint again right under their eyes—her face pressed tightly against a skeleton's skull.
Shen Huo & Wu Tong: "..."
Compared to Ma Xi's terrible situation, the two of them seemed a bit luckier.
Just moments ago, Ma Xi had been lying on the ground, awakened by the cold rain.
When she struggled to get up, her hand unexpectedly touched something smooth. A flash of lightning revealed a skeleton face-to-face with her, its hollow black eyes staring straight at her.
Ma Xi...
She screamed, her eyes rolled back, and she passed out again.
Just like Shen Huo and the others saw—pressed tightly against the bones.
Kind-hearted Wu Tong separated Ma Xi from the skeleton.
As she pulled her away, she realized something was wrong and quickly felt Ma Xi's forehead.
"She's burning up!"
"Looks like we really need to get down the mountain quickly."
The two of them supported Ma Xi and started heading down.
The mountain path was especially slippery after the heavy rain, and with Ma Xi as a burden, they stumbled and staggered all the way down.
After some unknown amount of time, a sliver of white light appeared on the horizon.
During a break, Shen Huo took out his phone and pressed the power button several times.
Although his phone was waterproof, spending almost the whole night in the rain surely caused some internal problems.
After persistent tries, the phone finally responded.
The screen showed it was six in the morning. So, they had been walking in the mountains for three or four hours?
No wonder Shen Huo was feeling dizzy and woozy.
Long hours trekking through the forest, soaked through the night—he was not only exhausted but also running a fever.
Shen Huo tried calling for help, but there was no signal.
All he got was the constant busy tone.
Frowning, Shen Huo dialed repeatedly but heard the same sound every time, so he gave up.
If they couldn't find help, they were going to die!
On a deep night when it seemed like the roof was leaking and the rain just kept coming, Shen Huo and the others were totally exhausted.
The things from the mountain showed up.
No warning, they just appeared suddenly.
They hid in the pitch-dark mountain forest.
Those pairs of blood-red eyes, like red lanterns hanging upside down from the trees, stared straight at the three of them.
Ever since those things appeared, Shen Huo had been tensing his whole body, ready for the monsters to attack without warning.
Seeing the mountainside full of red, lantern-like eyes, Shen Huo was reminded of those monsters hanging upside down in the hotel.
The monsters in the hotel and those in the forest should be the same kind of thing, but why didn't the mountain things attack him?
Shen Huo rubbed his fingers, remembering the red thread he used before to fight off that fat monkey monster.
Could it be because of that red thread that the monsters didn't dare come close?
With this tiny bit of comfort, Shen Huo finally relaxed a little and slowly started sorting out some of the shaky clues he had caught earlier.
Shen Huo thought those things purposely threw Wu Tong to the stairway entrance earlier. Maybe it was to feed that fat monkey that attacked him before, which explained why those things didn't dare enter that door.
First, that door was already forbidden—those things were only allowed to be active in the hotel at night.
Second, they were the fat monkey's servants, deliberately pushing them behind that door to feed the fat monkey.
But then the problem came—
What role did the headless woman in the red dress play inside? She came close to him multiple times; was she trying to tell him something?
And who was the one who drew that pair of shoes? Why did they draw a pair of dead people's shoes?
Shen Huo picked at the red mole on his fingertip, sinking into thought.
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