Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 32

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"Ugh~"

Damn, was the tour guide made of iron or what?

"Shen Huo, are you okay?"

"Cough!"

Shen Huo coughed, a metallic sweet taste rising in his throat.

A few drops of fresh blood dripped onto the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to stand up.

"Do I look like I'm okay right now?"

Yang Yiyi said nothing.

After a long moment, she finally said, "I can't just show up recklessly now. That would only mess things up for you. Once the evil spirit comes out, you'll be in even more danger than now!"

Shen Huo spat out some blood and felt his throat ease a bit.

"Well, then I really thank you."

Sweat dampened the hair on his forehead. He brushed all his hair back, revealing a full forehead and sharp brows and eyes.

His whole vibe changed completely. He was still handsome, but now the kind of handsome that carried danger.

Like a sword drawn from its sheath—charming and deadly.

He wiped the blood off his lips, grabbed the red silk, and launched into the air. With all his strength in that kick, he sent the tour guide flying. The force was so great the guy crashed through the building and flew outside the perimeter.

"Your strength..."

Having kicked the tour guide, who was built like a bull, out, Shen Huo rubbed his ankle. Hearing Yang Yiyi's words, his tone was a little helpless.

"I didn't want it to come to this either, but if I kept hiding my strength, I'd really be dead by now!"

Tsk!

If only he'd eaten enough to have more energy—then this kick could have been even stronger.

Some might wonder why Shen Huo was so strong, but honestly, he didn't really know either.

When he was little, he got lost during an ancestor ritual with his family and ended up in a terrifying place all by himself.

At his most helpless, someone saved him, but after coming back he had a high fever for days. His strength changed after that fever.

As he grew up, his strength just kept increasing. If he didn't control it, he worried he'd accidentally hurt someone badly. Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

So he had always kept his strength in check, afraid that if he lost control, it'd be hard to get it back later.

But now, none of that mattered—survival was the priority.

The fat monkey behind him tried to sneak attack. Shen Huo wrapped two loops of red silk around his hand, pushed hard with his foot to get up, and jumped onto the monkey.

He circled around on the monkey's back, dodging every time it tried to grab him.

In less than a minute, Shen Huo wrapped the monkey up like a giant crab with the red cloth.

After tying up the chubby monkey, Shen Huo shone his flashlight on its face.

This was a flesh-and-blood monkey, but it even had a thick head of hair?

And the hair was really nice quality.

Its face was covered in scars, like it had been slashed by sharp weapons, making it look fierce. But you could still tell it had been quite pretty before death.

The fat monkey bared its teeth at Shen Huo.

Suddenly, Shen Huo realized this fat monkey looked familiar, like he'd seen it somewhere.

"This monster looks so familiar. Take a look."

The female ghost was silent for a moment, then said with hatred, "Zhou Meng."

"Zhou Meng? Isn't that the girl with two braids I saw in my dream? How did she become like this?"

Yang Yiyi explained, "In the first year after I died, Huai Tree Village was buried by a landslide. No one survived, but I don't know the details about the villagers. The people you saw were spirits inside the illusion, not their real selves—just my own imagination."

"So that means you didn't destroy Huai Tree Village?"

Hearing Shen Huo's words, Yang Yiyi was very surprised.

"I had only been dead a short time back then. To avoid the evil spirit, I was hiding everywhere all day—no time to bother with those people. By the time I'd recovered enough and wanted to take revenge, Huai Tree Village was already gone."

From the start, Shen Huo had felt something strange—the paintings on the ceiling, the meat monkey hanging upside down from the ceiling, the red lanterns—they all seemed connected.

It was like someone deliberately placed those things in obvious spots to make people uncover a secret.

Was it He San?

But why would he do that?

Shen Huo felt he was close to the truth. He just needed to lift the veil covering it all to know what truth He San wanted him to find.

"Her belly's so big—is she pregnant?"

Yang Yiyi found it unbelievable.

"She's now some kind of half-human, half-ghost monster. If she really is pregnant, the fetus inside would be a ghost fetus—a ghost mother and child, the worst kind to deal with."

"But then again, where's the evil spirit? It knocked out all its minions, so logically, it should have shown up by now."

"Wait! Shen Huo, slowly move closer to Zhou Meng's belly."

Hearing Yang Yiyi's shocked voice, Shen Huo cautiously approached the monster's belly.

Yang Yiyi's voice became urgent, even a bit incredulous.

"No way!"

"What's wrong?"

"The evil spirit has crawled into Zhou Meng's belly. Why does it want to be born?"

"Why?"

"Don't worry about that yet. Destroy the statue!"

Snapping back to reality, Shen Huo quickly jumped onto the statue and pushed the stone figure standing behind the offering table.

Crash!

The statue toppled, shattering into pieces with dust flying everywhere.

The fat monkey nearly lost its mind when the statue fell. It struggled desperately, but the many red cloths wrapped around it only tightened with every movement.

The moment the statue fell, a pile of bones smeared with chunks of flesh tumbled out.

A foul stench hit Shen Huo's nose.

He glanced over—the skeleton was clean except for some bits of meat stuck that couldn't be gnawed off.

His attention then got pulled to a coffin that had been uncovered by the falling stones.

It was a red coffin.

Painted on it were some symbols resembling ghost talismans, probably made from some animal's blood.

"Is this your coffin?"

Yang Yiyi, dressed all in red, appeared beside Shen Huo, her eyes filled with uncontrollable emotion.

"Yes, it is mine!"

She waved her sleeve, and an invisible force lifted the coffin lid.

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