Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 35

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It made her whole body's hair stand on end.

He San swung the butcher knife and cut the ropes suspending Zhou Meng.

She fell to the ground in a mess, coughing harshly as if she wanted to cough up her insides.

At that moment, He San grabbed her hair and pressed her down onto the butchering table.

Shen Huo, attached to Zhou Meng, felt sharp pain on his scalp.

The worst thing about empathy was that the pain was twice as intense as in reality.

From Shen Huo's view, He San's eyes were not only bloodshot but also showed a hint of madness.

The cold butcher knife traced over Zhou Meng's body, making her shiver.

"What do you want to do?"

"He San, what are you doing?" Zhou Meng shouted.

He San giggled like a madman. "Yiyi's leaving. As her best friend, shouldn't you go with her? You were the one who brought her here in the first place. How can you let her go all alone?"

A sharp pain exploded across Zhou Meng's body.

The blade had cut through her skin. Blood gushed out, splattering onto He San's face.

He licked the blood, wearing a sickeningly contented smile. He leaned close to Zhou Meng's ear and whispered,
"Don't worry. I'm really good at skinning. I promise it won't hurt a bit. I can peel your skin off cleanly."

"You're insane, He San!"

"Yes! I've been insane ever since you all laughed at me, ever since Yiyi rejected me. And now she's going to die—I want all of you to die with her!"

Shen Huo could feel the icy blade gliding over Zhou Meng's skin, and her fear was crystal clear.

As her skin was peeled away, dragging flesh and blood with it, the pain hit like a tsunami—Shen Huo nearly blacked out from it.

On the cold slaughter table, Zhou Meng's blood flowed down like a small stream.

From her view, she could see the cold smirk on He San's face.

Then he shoved something disgusting into her abdomen.

It was squirming.

He San sneered, "I'm giving you a real fetus to prove you're pregnant. What do you think—do you like my gift?"

Zhou Meng stared in horror as her pale belly slowly bulged, and she screamed like mad.

But He San wasn't done—he brought in four mirrors, forcing her to look at her grotesque reflection from every angle.

"Aaaaahhh!"

Zhou Meng had turned into a monster—a flesh-colored monkey with a grotesquely swollen stomach.

Her skin, stripped away by He San, was turned into a human-skin lantern and hung at the slaughterhouse entrance.

Now as a monster, Zhou Meng was imprisoned inside a palace deep in the mountains. Every other day, He San delivered a new skinned corpse.

She recognized them—they were villagers from Huai Tree Village.

He San had killed them, not to feed their flesh, but to feed something inside her belly.

No—it wasn't their flesh he fed it, it was their souls.

She watched the thing inside her stomach devour human-like energy from the corpses. Once that energy was gone, the bodies began to mutate.

Their teeth turned into fangs, their eyes blood-red, and they looked like hairless, skinless meat-monkeys.

Suddenly, Shen Huo's vision went black. When he opened his eyes again, he was dizzy and nauseated, gagging hard.

What had just happened?

It was like he became Zhou Meng, reliving the torment she went through while she was still alive.

Empathy with a ghost.

Was this that spiritual possession stuff people talked about online?

But he quickly dismissed the thought. If that were the case, why hadn't this ability appeared before?

Shen Huo looked at the monster Zhou Meng. Her eyes were no longer wild with rage—they now held a distinctly human, pleading look as she stared at him.

She wasn't asking him for help—at least not directly.

She just wanted Shen Huo to see what she went through while she was alive.

When she was chosen by the so-called god, she had thought it absurd. She believed the village was being misled by superstition.

She discovered that marrying the god was just a front—their real goal was to sacrifice living people to that so-called deity.

As she plotted her escape from Huai Tree Village, she ended up sleeping with He San—and was caught in the act.

That changed everything. Ironically, it spared her from being chosen for sacrifice.

Zhou Meng thought she'd dodged a bullet.

But to her horror, the god's new chosen bride was her best friend—Yang Yiyi.

She tried to help Yiyi escape, but Yiyi was locked in the woodshed by the villagers, forbidden to see anyone, especially Zhou Meng.

Zhou Meng attempted to seek help from outside, but the villagers caught her and dragged her back before she could warn anyone.

The villagers were too united—and for Zhou Meng, that was the worst possible outcome.

She regretted it.
She should never have acted on impulse and brought her best friend to this remote, backward village. That single decision had cost both of them their lives.

But now...it was too late.

"ROAR!"

With the last of her strength, Zhou Meng broke free from He San's restraints and snatched Shen Huo away.

Shen Huo quickly realized she had no intention of hurting him. He didn't resist—just let her take him, leaving the palace behind.

They came to a pitch-black place. Shen Huo turned on his flashlight and looked around—it was just a simple room.

The furnishings were clean. There was no foul smell. It looked like a young girl's bedroom.

"Pfft—!"

Zhou Meng spat out a mouthful of thick black blood.

Her belly, swollen with the fetus inside, twitched. Maybe the thing inside could feel her injury and grew restless.

Bracing herself on her hands, Zhou Meng forced herself to crawl upright, breathing hard.

"S—sorry," she rasped. Her voice was hoarse—probably from not having spoken for so long.

Shen Huo looked around and, sensing no immediate danger, stood across from her.

"You brought me here—what do you want me to do?"

"Kill...me..."

Each word cost her immense effort.

Shen Huo's frown deepened as he looked at her wasted, bloodstained body.

She clutched at the hem of his pants. Thick, black blood now oozed from her nose and eyes.

"Don't...worry...my body can't...die."

She lifted her shirt to show the wound from earlier—the one the guide had slashed open. It had already begun healing, turning into a pink scar.

Shen Huo was stunned.
Her injuries were regenerating far faster than humanly possible. But of course—Zhou Meng was no longer human.

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