Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 34

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This scene was caught by the sharp-eyed Shen Huo.

He walked near the Red Pavilion and found a corner of yellow talisman paper showing from underground, very similar to the cinnabar mark on the hotel's back door.

The monster's black blood really didn't flow into the Red Pavilion. Instead, it split here and flowed to both sides of the mansion.

The monster carried evil spirits and mutated because of them.

This meant the thing underground beneath the Red Pavilion could suppress evil spirits!

So far, this discovery was the best news.

On the other side, Yang Yiyi frowned and stopped He San.

"Enough. She's almost dead!"

Yang Yiyi's voice made the crazed look in He San's eyes switch back to a smile.

He grabbed the monster's hair and forcefully dragged it in front of Yang Yiyi.

"She hurt me before, saying I got her pregnant. Now I'll let her truly experience pregnancy."

"Not just her, but those who hurt you before too!"

"I'll peel them off bit by bit to make whole skins, and make lanterns out of them!"

"The bodies will turn into monsters neither human nor ghost, so they'll pay for their past sins!"

Yang Yiyi looked at He San with a complicated expression.

Shen Huo finally understood why those lanterns looked so strange.

They were all made of human skin!

Hehe!

Zhou Meng, aka the monster, was panting heavily, her bloodshot eyes staring at Shen Huo.

It seemed like she was begging Shen Huo for help.

Suddenly, Shen Huo's vision blurred.

The scene changed completely.

"Zhou Meng! Why are you doing this?"

A voice drew closer, and seeing the tall and burly He San, Shen Huo furrowed his brows.

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

The "self" seemed to be running away, with people chasing relentlessly behind!

"Stop! Zhou Meng, you can't escape!"

Zhou Meng!

Shen Huo suddenly understood—he had been pulled into her world again?

But why was Zhou Meng running?

His current view was from Zhou Meng's perspective, and behind her were many people chasing. The one at the front was He San.

Now he could clearly see the determined smile on He San's lips.

Zhou Meng barely made it to the highway, trying to get help from passing cars.

She blocked the vehicles in a suicide-like way.

"This is a highway, are you trying to kill yourself?!"

The drivers were scared by Zhou Meng's suicidal behavior, breaking out in cold sweat on their necks.

Zhou Meng was hit by the front of a car, her body covered in scrapes.

She seemed not to feel the pain and struggled to get up, grabbing the driver's pants. Blood seeped from her mouth, not sure where she had been hit.

"Please, help me call the police!"

The driver was an honest person, panicked when he saw Zhou Meng's miserable state.

"Miss, you're hurt. I'll take you to the hospital!"

Zhou Meng shook her head hard, "My friend is still being held hostage. Please, help me call the police!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry. I'll call right now."

The driver quickly dialed the police station and relayed Zhou Meng's message.

"Miss, do you know where roughly the people holding your friend are?"

"Huai Tree Village!"

Right after she said this, several people suddenly jumped out by the roadside.

"My daughter, why did you run all the way here?!"

An old woman hugged Zhou Meng and wept uncontrollably, making the driver stare in shock.

Meanwhile, a tall man with a worried look apologized to the driver.

"Brother, sorry about this. My little sister has been mentally ill since childhood and often talks nonsense to strangers. Don't believe what she says. Our family just finished working in the fields, and we didn't expect her to run off by herself, causing us to search for her for so long. Sorry for the trouble."

The driver sized them up, then glanced at Zhou Meng, whose face was covered, silently pleading for help. He asked a few more questions.

Seeing both the tall man and the middle-aged woman answer properly, the driver just gave them a warning and apologized to the police on the call.

He figured since he hit someone with his car, he'd just pay compensation. But they refused, so he drove off.

Zhou Meng broke free from the middle-aged woman's hold and awkwardly crawled in the direction the car was leaving.

"No!"

Her voice didn't stop the car.

Zhou Meng could only watch helplessly as the car got farther and farther away.

Suddenly, Shen Huo felt a sharp pain on his scalp.

It was He San. He grabbed Zhou Meng's hair and sneered, "You think escaping would be this easy?"

"Beast, none of you will end well!"

Suddenly, Zhou Meng's vision went black.

In front of Shen Huo was total darkness; nothing could be seen.

He San had knocked Zhou Meng out.

Shen Huo didn't know how long he stayed in the dark. Then he heard the sound of "ka-cha ka-cha."

It wasn't a person grinding their teeth, but more like a knife sharpening.

A foul stench lingered around his nose.

When Zhou Meng woke up, Shen Huo followed her gaze and saw the surroundings clearly.

It was a small room, filled with rotting, stinking fresh meat left for days. The buzzing of mosquitoes surrounded their ears.

After waking, Zhou Meng found her hands and feet bound, and her feet didn't touch the ground.

It felt more like she was hanging, suspended in midair.

"Put me down! He San, come out! You like Yiyi, so why aren't you saving her? You're a coward and a loser! Come out!"

Zhou Meng shouted mockingly. He San never appeared, and the sound of knife sharpening never stopped.

Each scrape hit Zhou Meng's heart like a blow.

When she ran out of breath screaming, the sharpening suddenly stopped.

She heard a knife scraping the wall, making a harsh, grating sound.

Footsteps stopped right in front of her.

The door opened, and a blinding light dazzled Zhou Meng's eyes.

Squinting, she looked at the figure standing against the light.

The face wasn't very clear, but she recognized the butcher knife—it was He San!

He was the one who slaughtered pigs in the village and always carried that butcher knife, which gave him a faint smell mixing stench and pig blood.

That smell made Zhou Meng feel physically sick.

He San stood still, staring straight at Zhou Meng.

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