Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 21

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Shen Huo glanced at the muscle guy—he seemed to be the one living right across from him!

Wu Tong had collapsed in front of their door, yelling for help, and he never came out. Shen Huo had thought he'd just been asleep.

But judging by how guilty and evasive he looked now, he hadn't been sleeping at all. He was just hiding in his room and didn't come out to help.

Shen Huo didn't really blame him for not stepping in. After all, you only get one life. Who'd risk it for a stranger?

And it wasn't just him—the other guests were all staying on the second floor too.

Shen Huo sipped his milk again, stuffed another shumai into his mouth, and squinted with satisfaction.

The assistant director tried to coax him with kind words, "Zuo Chang, this really isn't the time to make a scene. It's not just you—we all want to leave too! But the rain was too heavy last night, the landslide took out the road. Even if we contact a rescue team, it'll take some time..."

"Landslide? Why the hell would there be a landslide?!" Zuo Chang grabbed the assistant director and questioned him, completely shocked.

Zuo Chang was really strong. The assistant director's arms started to ache, and he got angry, yelling, "Let go!"

Everyone rushed over to pull Zuo Chang away.

Director Wang, who had been silent all this time, asked Zuo Chang, "What did you run into last night?"

Zuo Zhang sat down on the ground, pale as a ghost, like a wilted eggplant.

He didn't respond to Director Wang and just kept mumbling to himself.

"The road's gone. Why would this happen? I don't want to stay here. I want to leave!"

He jumped to his feet, bumped into Shen Huo's milk, and dashed out the door.

"Hey, what's with this guy—"

Before Wu Tong could finish, Zuo Chang had already run out of the hotel.

There was still a bit of milk left in the bottle. Shen Huo slurped it down, popped a soup dumpling into his mouth, and let out a satisfied burp before finally stopping his nonstop eating.

Wu Tong looked at the food in front of her—completely wiped out by Shen Huo—and couldn't help staring at his flat stomach. Just like that, the crazed muscle guy was out of her mind, replaced with curiosity as she asked Shen Huo,

"You eat this much and don't gain weight?"

Shen Huo shook his head. "This is actually a light meal for me. On a normal day, I eat twice this. And no matter how much I eat, I never gain weight."

Wu Tong shed a tear of envy.

Eating without gaining weight? What kind of god-tier blessing was that... sob sob sob...

Now that he was somewhat full, Shen Huo turned his gaze toward Zuo Chang, who had stormed out of the hotel.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled. It had started raining again.

Even though no one could leave, Director Wang didn't want to waste time. He added another hundred thousand in bonuses for the guests.

The guests all wanted to leave too, but like the assistant director said—landslide, blocked roads, there was no way out.

And the price the director offered was pretty generous, so after some teeth-gritting, the rest of the guests agreed to keep filming.

Director Wang told Wu Tong to clear things up during the livestream—that some of the monsters in the show were just props, and asked the audience to believe in science, not superstitions.

As for why not let Shen Huo say it—it was because he had way too many haters. Whatever he said wouldn't matter.

Sure enough, the second Shen Huo started his stream, a whole flood of haters came swarming in.

Shen Huo: "..."

What did I even do this time?

Wu Tong explained the situation to the viewers in the livestream.

The audience was half-convinced, half-skeptical, chatting away in the comments.

Some thought the crew was just hyping things up. Others believed they really saw ghosts and were only saying this to avoid being banned.

Either way, this reality show actually wasn't bad. The number of live viewers kept climbing.

After everything that had happened, something good finally showed up—putting the first faint smile on Director Wang's constantly tense face.

But just when the stream had barely gotten going, the staff who went to find the muscle guy came back.

"You didn't find him? What do you mean you didn't find him?"

One of the staff explained, "We were chasing after Mr. Zuo, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone!"

The two staffers had been scared out of their minds at the time, thinking something in the mountains had snatched Zuo Chang away. Terrified, they scrambled and rolled their way back.

Director Wang stormed, "That's your excuse for not continuing the search and running back?!"

The two staffers shrank their necks and didn't dare say a word.

Just then, the hotel door was pushed open.

In the pouring rain, a streak of purple lightning split the sky—and in its flash, a figure appeared just outside the hotel.

It was the tour guide, wearing a rain cloak, carrying someone on his back—it was Zuo Chang, the one who'd been shouting about leaving earlier.

Zuo Chang was slung over the tour guide's back, face deathly pale, eyes tightly shut, and blood still trickling from his head. The scene was a little terrifying.

Everyone jumped in shock at the sight of Zuo Chang's condition.

"Get a doctor! He was trying to cross the landslide and almost got buried by a mudslide. When I went to pull him back, he hit his head on a rock and passed out."

After the tour guide explained, Zuo Chang was taken to the makeshift infirmary.

The person lying next to him was Ma Xi, who was still unconscious.

Thunder rumbled outside, rain hammered against the glass windows with a loud, crackling sound—like it was mocking everyone for trying to resist the inevitable.

The hotel lobby fell completely silent.

Shen Huo, however, was staring at the rain-cloaked tour guide. The scent on him today was different.

Not only did he smell strongly pungent, but there was also a familiar hint mixed in. It was the scent of the incense wax Shen Huo often used when offering to the Emperor of Fengdu.

Who did he go to worship?

The question flashed through Shen Huo's mind.

Sensing someone staring at him, the tour guide sharply glanced in Shen Huo's direction.

When he saw Shen Huo looking at him, he pulled his bamboo hat lower, only revealing his pale, cold chin as he slowly walked up the stairs.

His back looked a little lonely, but also gave off an eerie feeling—like ghosts were circling around him.

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