Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 33

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Inside lay a woman dressed in a wedding gown. Her skin was flawless, not a trace of decay, looking like she was just asleep. Only her head was missing, which made the headless red-gowned bride quite terrifying.

Just like how Shen Huo first met Yang Yiyi—the headless ghost bride.

Yang Yiyi's smile instantly froze.

"How could this be?"

"When I met you before, you looked just like this. You nearly scared me to death."

"No, no! How could my head be gone? Who—who took it!!"

Yang Yiyi's eyes turned into those of a vicious demon, her face twisted and fierce—this was her true form now.

"It was me."

He San walked in from outside, his face scratched, and his arm twisted unnaturally backward.

"He San!"

Yang Yiyi spat out his name through clenched teeth.

Seeing Yang Yiyi's demonic face, He San showed no fear at all. Instead, he looked at her with a smitten expression that gave Shen Huo goosebumps all over.

Was this He San seriously messed up?

With the statue gone to block her, Yang Yiyi's ghost aura surged wildly! The aura sharpened into a sword aimed straight at He San's throat.

But without her original head, whenever she got angry, thick black mist would pour out of her neck.

"Where are you hiding it? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!"

He San didn't show any fear, just pure enjoyment.

He reached out and grabbed the sword made of ghost energy. The ghost aura pierced his palm like sharp spikes, and black blood dripped onto the floor.

Like Zhou Meng, his body had mutated.

He San was no longer human.

He seemed unaffected by the pain as he slowly approached Yang Yiyi, the sword stabbing through his skin.

Seeing this, Yang Yiyi frowned and waved her sleeve. The sword turned into a wisp of smoke and slipped into her body.

"I knew you wouldn't hurt me. You're still so kind."

Yang Yiyi: "?"

Shen Huo shivered hearing He San's greasy confession.

Ignoring those disgusting words, Yang Yiyi asked sharply, "Where did you hide my head?"

"Yiyi, do you know what I lived on all these years since you passed away?"

He San didn't directly answer Yang Yiyi's question but poured out his own suffering to her.

Yang Yiyi couldn't help but frown and took two steps back.

A flash of disappointment crossed He San's eyes.

But he didn't get discouraged—instead, he raised a smile again.

"It's okay. After all, in your eyes, I'm still just an unremarkable butcher, a useless man, no match for those bookworms. But it's fine, feelings like this can be cultivated slowly over time. I promise this time no one will bother us anymore."

He San's words gave Shen Huo a bad feeling deep down.

Yang Yiyi felt it too.

She thought He San had changed, became someone you couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"Don't worry, your head is right next to me, super safe, no one can find it.

"He San, I already told you clearly before, I don't like you. Even if there was no one else, I wouldn't like you in the future. You better give up on that."

Right now, He San clearly wouldn't listen to anyone, not even Yang Yiyi.

"I don't believe you. You must be lying to me!"

Yang Yiyi was angry and furious, almost turning into a crazed ghost, when she suddenly felt someone tug her sleeve.

"Yiyi, don't be mad. I think I know where your head went," Shen Huo whispered to Yang Yiyi, "It's on him, in the backpack hidden under his raincoat!"

Before, he had noticed the tour guide's backpack was suspicious, but after entering the ghost city, the backpack didn't show up anymore.

But his back looked bulkier than before, which meant the backpack was definitely hidden under the raincoat!

Hearing Shen Huo's words, Yang Yiyi moved like a ghost and slipped behind the tour guide, quickly slashing at his raincoat.

Unexpectedly, the raincoat had completely fused with He San's back, and the outside of the raincoat was hard. Yang Yiyi only cut through the skin layer and froze when she saw He San's back.

Shen Huo sensed something was wrong and hurried over to Yang Yiyi's side, seeing a human face growing on He San's back!

To be exact, it was Yang Yiyi's face!

"That bastard really went all out!" Shen Huo gritted his teeth and said, "He wants to die fused with you, Sister Yiyi?"

Yang Yiyi's expression showed no clear anger or happiness, but her eyes were ice-cold, showing her fury had reached the limit.

"Roar!"

The monster shouted loudly at everyone.

He San had just been kind of happy that Yang Yiyi could look at him directly, even if she tore his body into pieces.

While he was enjoying Yang Yiyi's hands "touching" his body, the monster's roar made the smile on his face freeze instantly.

He slipped out of Yang Yiyi's hands like mud and came to the monster wrapped in red silk, punching and kicking it.

"Crack, crack!"

The sound of bones breaking.

The monster bent over, a painful expression flashing across its ugly, fierce face.

The once hateful, terrifying monster now curled up into a ball and looked pitiful.

A grown man beating a "pregnant woman" so hard made everyone present, human and ghost alike, frown in discomfort.

"Hey! Enough, she can't fight back anymore."

Shen Huo's words only made He San pause for a moment, then he gave Shen Huo a weird smile.

"Beasts don't listen, they need to be beaten. Young man, you're too kind."

He said while slashing the monster's face with the butcher knife, one cut after another, black blood dripping from its cheeks onto the ground.

So that's how those scars on the monster's face happened.

Madman!

Shen Huo ground his back teeth, silently cursing.

"He San, enough!"

Yang Yiyi couldn't stand it anymore. Although Zhou Meng had hurt her, her current situation was already miserable enough.

To have herself kill her personally, he might really not have the heart to do it.

He San smiled sheepishly and said, "Yiyi, even though she hurt you, she also hurt me. Why are you still so kind? If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have been sacrificed, and we wouldn't have ended up like this! All your suffering was caused by her. Everyone can forgive her, but you can't!"

"Roar!"

The butcher knife landed on the monster's body. Each strike made the monster scream in pain.

The ground was covered with the monster's black blood, forming a black stream that gradually spread near the Red Pavilion but dared not get close to it.

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