Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 19

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The sky slowly brightened, and those weird things just watched the group from afar, not coming closer, which still made the two of them nervous as hell.

When they finally saw the hotel's front door, the two let out a sigh of relief like a heavy burden was lifted—but they didn't fully relax.

Those things hanging upside down from the hotel ceiling—who knew if they were still there? What if one of them got grabbed by those things again?

Taking another trip to the edge of death? No way.

Shen Huo grumbled in his mind, exchanged a glance with Wu Tong, and slowly walked toward the hotel.

Nothing strange poured out from the hotel, just a few night watch staff.

When they saw the few people slowly approaching from a distance, it was clear these were the three who'd disappeared all night. They got over the moon and quickly notified the film crew.

"They're back! All three of them are back."

Soon, a bunch of people swarmed out to look them over but didn't immediately get close.

A strange feeling rose in Shen Huo's chest, quickly distracted by the director's voice.

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and take the injured to the medical room!"

The director spoke, and everyone rushed to carry the fainted Ma Xi onto a stretcher and into the temporarily set-up medical room.

Shen Huo was helped back into the hotel, glanced toward the hill, where those creepy things watched the hotel from the forest.

Inside the hotel, a casual doctor checked his temperature, only a slight fever—just needed some sleep.

Just as Shen Huo, who'd been kicked out, was about to go upstairs, he saw a tall figure standing in the stairwell.

It was the guide.

Today's guide wasn't carrying his usual big black bag; his back looked a bit hunched.

The guide's eyes flashed with some displeasure and caution.

It wasn't just silence toward Shen Huo—it was wariness.

Shen Huo lowered his gaze and passed by the guide.

"You brought something back that doesn't belong here. Please leave."

Shen Huo held the handrail, standing less than a meter from the guide, a cold smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.

"What if I don't?"

After being chased by monsters all night without rest, the emotions Shen Huo had bottled up inside finally exploded at this moment.

'Damn other monsters!'

'Fuck that crazy-ass guide!'

'Right now, all I want is to sleep. Nobody better try to stop me!!'

Before, he held back just to make money, but now... hehe, it was all or nothing!

The reason Shen Huo chose to confront the guide head-on was because he'd already made plenty of plans.

Maybe having that trump card in his hand gave Shen Huo a bit more confidence to openly challenge the guide.

And that headless woman ghost from before—if it came to a fight, he was sure the guide wouldn't stand a chance against her.

Shen Huo's mind flashed through countless ways to deal with the guide.

The guide's face darkened, his cold eyes fixed on Shen Huo.

Shen Huo didn't bother looking at the guide's expression, just walked right past him.

Their conversation lasted less than a minute; everyone else was busy running around and didn't even notice the exchange.

Shen Huo relied on his awareness to get back to his room and crashed hard on the bed.

This sleep was especially deep. When Shen Huo woke up again, it was already the next morning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Director Wang sitting by his bed, looking at the shrine hanging above.

"Director Wang?"

"You're awake?" Director Wang handed Shen Huo a glass of water.

"Thanks."

Shen Huo didn't hesitate to take a sip, finally feeling alive again.

"I watched the livestream from that night something happened. What were those things chasing you?"

Director Wang sounded like he was asking, but his tone was sure.

Shen Huo shook his head, saying he didn't know what those things were either.

Director Wang sized Shen Huo up and down, while Shen Huo calmly drank his water.

He wasn't lying—he really had no idea what had been chasing him.

"Director Wang, did something happen to you?"

Director Wang rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Nothing. Just rest well."

Watching Director Wang walk away, Shen Huo finished the water in his cup.

The first thing he did after getting up was replace the offerings in front of the shrine.

"Thanks for the warning before. When I get back, I'll burn a big pile of gold paper money for you!"

Shen Huo bowed to the shrine.

Unbeknownst to him, as he lowered his head, the red thread on his finger slipped into the portrait.

After bowing, Shen Huo packed up and headed downstairs.

Downstairs was packed with guests and the whole director team, all looking grim.

When they saw Shen Huo come down, their eyes showed fear and terror.

What the hell was going on?

Shen Huo was confused.

Since yesterday, he'd noticed these people's looks toward him felt off.

Wu Tong saw Shen Huo and quickly waved him over.

Wu Tong teased, "You're awake? I thought you'd sleep till tomorrow."

Shen Huo raised an eyebrow, surprised.

This woman's recovery was even stronger than his own. Though he'd woken up, he still hadn't fully recovered—closing his eyes made him see that fat monkey's bloodthirsty mouth.

Wu Tong looked even more energetic than him.

Tch, scary woman.

Just as Shen Huo sat down, the muscle guy suddenly slammed the table and stood up.

He was losing it, loudly muttering in front of everyone.

"I'm not filming this show. I want to go home!"

The nearby guests hurried to calm him down.

Shen Huo just glanced over, uninterested, and focused on his food.

Today's shumai was pretty good!

Wu Tong and Shen Huo had escaped the mountain together, so they were pretty familiar.

She took the initiative to fill Shen Huo in on what had happened while he was out for a day.

During the time Shen Huo and the others disappeared, the director team was resting too, and no one even noticed anyone was missing.

The one who sensed something was wrong was the assistant director. He got up to use the bathroom and saw all the lights in the recording studio were off.

The live stream was supposed to go all night to boost ratings.

But who knew—the lights were off?!

The assistant director got mad, thinking, "Is this how these guys handle night shifts?"

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