Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 22

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It wasn't until the tour guide completely disappeared from view that Wu Tong hobbled over to Shen Huo's side and quietly asked,

"Don't you think there's something off about that tour guide?"

Shen Huo was a little surprised. He said, "Why do you say that?"

Wu Tong tucked her hair behind her ear, speaking with some uncertainty.

"I just get the feeling he's not a good person."

Shen Huo totally agreed with her. Sometimes a woman's instinct—her sixth sense—was dead-on.

The fact that she was saying this to Shen Huo meant she had noticed something was wrong with the tour guide too.

Seeing Shen Huo didn't doubt her, Wu Tong quickly explained:

"Anyway, we better be careful. I don't know about the others, but I know for sure me, you, and Ma Xi—we've been marked."

"How is it that such a huge hotel only has him around? And yesterday when we were getting hunted down by those freaky things and barely made it back alive, he had the nerve to say we were possessed by something from the mountain!"

"He definitely knows what those things on the ceiling were. I bet he was afraid we'd blow his cover, so he tried to shut us up before we could talk!"

Wu Tong clearly had a huge problem with the tour guide. Her words were packed with pure dissatisfaction!

She thought, We finally made it out of that nightmare alive, got back to the hotel—and now even our own people are treating us like freaks?

That feeling really sucked!

Shen Huo glanced at the tour guide walking up the stairs.

"Maybe the 'thing' isn't him after all. Maybe it's someone else."

The man walking ahead of them, back turned, curled his lips into a weird, chilling smile when he heard Shen Huo's words.

Tap tap tap!

After Shen Huo and Wu Tong split up, he didn't head back to his room right away. Instead, he slowly walked down the corridor strung with bright red lanterns.

If it weren't for everything that had just happened, walking down this hallway would've felt like stepping into an old aristocratic manor from ancient times.

But after seeing that monster hanging from the ceiling, the corridor now looked creepy as hell to Shen Huo.

The lanterns swayed in the wind, the candle flames flickering like pairs of glowing red eyes.

A breeze swept through the hallway, cold enough to pierce straight to the bone.

And the floor—completely spotless, not a speck of dust. It was too clean. Suspiciously clean.

The drag marks from Wu Tong getting pulled by those monsters were gone. The rice Ma Xi spilled yesterday? Gone too.

Aside from the rows of lanterns, the only other thing left were the ceiling murals. Even those creepy things that had been hanging from the ceiling had disappeared.

They probably had some kind of time restriction. During the day, the hotel looked normal. But at night, those things showed up.

So basically, they were night owls? How the hell did they have that much energy?

Shen Huo muttered silently to himself.

Suddenly, he felt someone watching him—a burning, intense stare.

He looked up, but there was nothing there.

Just the ceiling murals.

The murals...

Shen Huo tilted his head back, staring at the artwork on the ceiling.

The medium used for the painting looked like oil paints.

The colors were vivid. The figures were sharply defined.

The mural above him showed a rural village holding some kind of grand ceremony.

All the villagers were gathered together, their faces lit up with joy.

But something felt off. All their eyes were slanted, fixed in a sidelong stare at one specific room door.

Shen Huo found it odd. He rubbed his sore neck and kept walking.

At the next corner, the murals got more detailed and lively.

There were red banners everywhere, big red double-happiness characters pasted up, drums pounding and gongs ringing—it was a wedding scene. No wonder the whole village was there.

Shen Huo stopped walking. There was one spot with no people drawn—just two big red lanterns hanging over a doorway.

He felt a chill every time he saw red lanterns now. Especially when the artist had singled out these two for their own frame—just like those monsters hanging from the ceiling.

That's when Shen Huo noticed something was off.

The villagers were still staring at that room. Its door was bright red—painted in such heavy layers of crimson that just looking at it made you feel smothered and bloody.

And then Shen Huo started to feel suspicious.

Why were they staring at the room? Were they waiting for the bride?

But weddings weren't exactly rare or unusual, right?

Why were they all fixated on the bride's room like that?

Shen Huo suddenly stopped in his tracks—because he saw that the door the villagers were staring at had been pushed open a crack. Through that crack, it was pitch black.

Wait...

No. It wasn't darkness. Something was blocking the light inside the room!

Those were eyes—eyes! They were looking back at the villagers!

The crack in the door was filled with eyes!

Shen Huo was shocked. Whoever painted this ceiling—it was either someone seriously messed up in the head, or they were trying to tell a story.

He kept walking, and the mural style got even creepier.

It was night. The village was carrying a bridal sedan chair down a narrow path. The people carrying it had dead-serious expressions. A crowd of villagers followed behind with torches.

A wedding procession at night? That didn't sit right.

Definitely hinted at something deeper.

They arrived at a place that looked like a tomb.

Shen Huo recognized it right away—it was the cemetery from before, the one that had mysteriously disappeared.

Then, the villagers dragged the bride out of the sedan chair.

On her feet was a pair of blindingly red embroidered shoes!

They forced the bride to her knees.

She was being made to bow!

But what she was bowing to wasn't a person—it was a spirit tablet.

A ghost marriage!

She was being married to a dead person!

Shen Huo kept watching. The scene turned bloody. The villagers pinned the bride down inside a coffin, gouged out her eyes, then drove long copper nails into her limbs and skull.

Finally, they closed the coffin and nailed it shut the same way, then buried it under the feet of the stone statue by the cemetery.

They wanted to trap her under that statue forever, never letting her reincarnate.

These villagers were seriously twisted.

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