Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 38

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Seeing the red thread on Shen Huo's hand, ignoring the burning pain in her body,

she crawled toward Shen Huo.

"Hurry! Kill me!"

Shen Huo released his grip, looking at the red thread wrapped around his wrist, then at Zhou Meng on the ground, her eyes shining with hope as she looked at him.

He clenched the butcher's knife, the red thread winding around the blade, the whole knife glowing with a sacred red light.

As soon as he got close to Zhou Meng, the thing inside her stomach seemed to encounter its nemesis, twisting and rolling nonstop.

Before Shen Huo could make a move, Zhou Meng eagerly grabbed the back of the knife.

Her hand dared to touch the blade's surface, which sizzled loudly, spraying black blood everywhere.

She personally pushed the knife into her stomach, stirring inside with her hand, grabbing something. When it touched the blade, that thing let out a sharp scream that shot straight up to the ceiling.

A huge hole appeared in the palace roof, with many tiles and stones falling down.

Zhou Meng was thrown by whatever flew out, crashing at Yang Yiyi's feet, coughing up black blood.

A huge hole was torn open in Zhou Meng's belly. It could be seen that air going in but not coming out. She showed no fear—only a sense of release and relief.

She smiled faintly, tilting her head slightly, looking at Yang Yiyi.

Yang Yiyi, seeing her pitiful state, chose to turn her head away.

Using her last bit of strength, Zhou Meng painfully crawled up. She slowly stood, forcibly ripping off the talisman-like paper from Yang Yiyi's back.

"Ah!"

The talisman had a backlash effect on the evil creature. As Zhou Meng tore the paper off Yang Yiyi's back, it felt like her hands were burning with fire, black blood appearing all over her body.

Her face looked like a shattered glass bottle.

Her body was about to break apart.

Yang Yiyi's expression was complicated.

"You..."

She didn't know what kind of feeling to have talking to Zhou Meng now.

"I'm sorry," Zhou Meng whispered close to Yang Yiyi's ear.

Yang Yiyi seemed to realize what she was about to do and hurriedly stopped her, "You're risking your life! Let go!! I'm telling you, let go!!!"

Zhou Meng smiled at Yang Yiyi and, with her last strength, tore off the talisman paper.

Drip.

Black blood overflowed from her features.

Exhausted, Zhou Meng collapsed onto the ground, gasping, her pupils unfocused, powerless to change fate.

Yang Yiyi held her in her arms, momentarily at a loss for how to describe her feelings.

Regret, confusion, a mix of emotions all tangled together—very complicated.

"I said I would protect you forever."

That sentence seemed to touch something inside Yang Yiyi, and a tear of blood fell onto Zhou Meng's face.

During college, after her parents died in a car accident, she'd been in a bad place emotionally, and Zhou Meng had always been there to encourage and support her.

Later, Zhou Meng helped her sign up for a teaching program in a remote area to help her feel better.

But why, in the end, had everything changed?

"Why did you save me, idiot!"

Zhou Meng smiled softly. "Sorry... it's because of me that you're hurt."

Yang Yiyi shook her head. "It's not your fault."

The fault lay with Huai Tree Village, with the outdated, stubborn feudal beliefs!

"If there's a next life..."

Before Zhou Meng could finish, she was already gone.

Yang Yiyi stared blankly at her, feeling her breath fade away, completely at a loss.

She kept pressing her hands against the bleeding belly, trying to shove the intestines back into Zhou Meng's stomach.

"Zhou Meng?"

She softly called her name.

The person in her arms didn't respond at all.

"Zhou Meng, wake up, I'm not mad at you anymore, boohoo, why won't the intestines go back in, boohoo..."

Her only friend was gone.

A steady drizzle began to fall from the sky, tonight's rain seeming softer.

It was like Zhou Meng, gently wiping away Yang Yiyi's tears, tenderly comforting her, as if letting out a soft sigh.

"Yiyi, Zhou Meng died a deserved death, why are you still sympathizing with her?"

He San felt Yang Yiyi was unfair to him. He obviously liked her so much, but she looked down on him, yet she cried over someone who hurt her. Why!?

He never got a single glance from Yang Yiyi, but Zhou Meng, the one who hurt her, was the one she paid attention to.

Shen Huo couldn't stand it.

"I don't think we should call you He San. You should be called Pu Xin*. You're such a loser, and you still want my sister to like you? Besides, at least Zhou Meng repented at the last minute. And you? You're just self-absorbed, forcing others to marry you. Should we give you an award? Look at you, acting so great."

(*普信 pǔ xìn: overconfident but mediocre or delusional confidence.)

"Shut up!"

"You're the one who should shut up! Who do you think you are?!"

He San was burning with rage, just about to settle things with Shen Huo.

Ghost energy turned into a black sword and stabbed into He San's chest.

Yang Yiyi, standing behind He San, tears glistening in her eyes.

"The ones who deserve to die are you, He San!"

He San looked down at the black sword in his chest, his expression hurt.

He pulled the sword out, but before he could react, Yang Yiyi attacked again.

Quick and precise, she gouged out the head from the back of He San's body and attached it to her own.

Instantly, ghost energy surged!

A vengeful ghost and a wandering ghost clashed fiercely.

The palace was already mostly destroyed, with only scattered ruins remaining.

Shen Huo was about to sheath his knife when the ground trembled violently.

Cracks split open the earth, and blood-red flesh monkeys crawled out.

In his line of sight, he noticed a strange figure in the mountain.

It was a monkey that looked like a ghostly skull, crawling out of the cracks, staring hard at the palace side.

"That's the evil spirit, the god worshiped by Huai Tree Village."

Yang Yiyi said this to Shen Huo during the fight.

Shen Huo twitched his mouth. "Isn't that just a wild monkey? They call that a god? That's really disrespecting the word 'god'."

The viewers in Shen Huo's livestream went wild.

[No way, have you ever seen a monkey bigger than a mountain? That's obviously a monster!]

[Is that a mutant Godzilla?]

[So scary, people still worship stuff like this in this day and age?]

[Shen Huo, run now!]

[So intense!]

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