Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 37

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He had probably used some kind of trick to force her into this.

On the table in front of He San were offerings marked with the character for "double happiness."

Damn it, he was trying to force Yang Yiyi to marry him.

Wasn't that enough to totally disgust her to death?

"Yiyi, once we bow to heaven and earth, we'll never be apart—dead or alive."

"I don't agree!" she shouted.

During the fight just now, Shen Huo accidentally threw the device out, and it was hanging on the beam, like having a God's-eye view, showing the situation inside the live stream.

Shen Huo was kidnapped by the monster, and the audience was still worried.

They knew this guy named He San, shamelessly forcing the ghost girl to marry him, was as disgusting as it gets.

They wished they could dive into the screen to beat up that He San, but since they were separated by the screen, what they said couldn't be seen by anyone in the stream, and a feeling of helplessness rose from deep inside.

The audience started missing the unpredictable Shen Huo, like only him standing there gave a sense that no ghosts or demons were a big deal.

Then, in the next second, Shen Huo shouted, "I don't agree!"

Instantly, the viewers in the live stream cheered wildly.

[Shen Huo, you rock!]

[Ahhh, why do I feel this scene is so freaking cool!]

[He San's disgusting face, such a hypocritical jerk, actually forcing that poor girl to marry him, I say kill him!]

[Though I think Shen Huo's way of showing up is kinda cliché, he came at the perfect time! Ahh, Shen Huo, you're awesome! I'm a fan now, totally a fan! Switching from hate to love!]

[First time seeing a ghost bride in a live stream and not feeling scared, but feeling bad for her instead—dying and still forced to marry this scumbag. Agree with that guy earlier, kill him! (I'd rather step on a sewing machine!)]

At the moment Shen Huo appeared, Yang Yiyi's expression clearly relaxed a lot.

When He San saw Yang Yiyi's expression, his mood shifted from sunny to stormy, and he turned to look at the guy ruining his plans!

"Why is it you again!"

Shen Huo shrugged, "I didn't want to, but some people are just too disgusting, I couldn't stand it."

"Our relationship has nothing to do with you!"

"How's that got nothing to do with me?" Shen Huo said, "She's my sister, I'm her brother, sibling relationship—do you think I have the right to stop my sister from marrying?"

Before He San could reply, Shen Huo continued, "Marriage requires essentials: a house, a car, savings, and a matching partner. My sister's as beautiful as a goddess, and you? At best you're tall enough, but your character sucks."

"Besides, your house is built on my sister's land, and she gave me this land!"

"As for savings, do you have any?"

"Besides this mountain of meat monkeys, what else do you have? How could you possibly deserve my sister?"

"Shen Huo, I'm going to kill you!"

Shen Huo raised an eyebrow, "I'm not done yet, already so mad?"

Rage had already overtaken He San's reason; he wanted to kill Shen Huo.

This brat kept causing trouble since the start—he was supposed to be the first to die after getting on the car.

But Shen Huo not only didn't die, he kept interrupting his plans again and again.

He was sure now—Shen Huo was the wildcard, and he had to kill Shen Huo! Otherwise, the hate in his heart wouldn't go away!

He San charged at Shen Huo's face with a butcher's knife.

But Shen Huo blocked it with another butcher's knife, the metal clashing and making a sharp, grating sound.

Shen Huo stepped back half a meter before stopping.

The enraged He San's strength clearly increased, and the knife in his hand was emitting a black mist—whatever that was, it definitely wasn't good!

Shen Huo dodged the thick black fog.

The two chased each other back and forth inside the main hall.

Shen Huo glanced at his fingers—still no sign of the red thread.

His brow furrowed tightly. Suddenly, his foot slipped, nearly crashing into the blade He San swung at him.

He caught himself with both hands, spinning to avoid danger, barely keeping his footing.

Suddenly, a cold wind rose, and the door was slammed open by something—it was Zhou Meng, who Shen Huo had told to hide earlier!

Looks like she couldn't hold on; the evil spirit had taken over her mind again.

One person, one monster, attacking from both sides.

This was a situation that could easily kill him.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, Shen Huo had to survive in the cracks.

"Shen Huo, watch your back!"

Shen Huo jumped a few steps, moving close to Yang Yiyi, eyes locked on enemies on both sides.

"What's going on with you?"

Yang Yiyi's face turned grim.

"There's something in He San's hand, a talisman left by that shaman who imprisoned me back then. I wasn't careful and got hit," Shen Huo said. "How do I save you?"

Yang Yiyi said, "I don't know. That shaman is pretty skilled, she even figured out a way to curse me. Don't worry about me for now, those two are coming!"

Shen Huo jumped onto the table where the deity statue was placed, but the next second, his calf was grabbed and pulled down. His knee hit the cold floor with a crisp sound.

The pain was unbearable, making Shen Huo gasp repeatedly.

Long fingers bulged with blue veins, and the red mole on one finger glowed even more vividly.

"Damn it, if that fate thread doesn't show up soon, I'm dead for sure!"

Still no reaction on his hand.

A sharp butcher's knife came down at the back of his head. Shen Huo rolled away, the blade's tip striking the concrete floor, cracking it into a spiderweb pattern.

Cold sweat drenched Shen Huo's forehead. He was risking a lot trying this, but he wasn't trying to die!

Yet, He San's face twisted into an evil grin.

Shen Huo couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Then the monster Zhou Meng's other hand shot straight toward his heart.

It moved so fast he didn't have time to dodge, so when danger came, he chose to protect his face.

Even if he died, he wanted to be a good-looking ghost, right?

At that moment, a dreamlike red thread appeared and slapped the monster Zhou Meng.

The red thread seemed angry too, slapping He San's face hard enough to swell it.

The monster Zhou Meng seemed terrified of the red thread and kept retreating.

At that moment, Zhou Meng regained her senses.

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