Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 39

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Inside the hotel.

Wu Tong barely escaped from the monster horde and slammed the door behind her to hide inside a room.

Just moments ago, she couldn't hold back and opened the door—but got tackled by a monster.

Luckily, she had a tool with her—a kitchen knife—and swung wildly until the monster loosened its grip. She then dashed away.

Halfway through her escape, someone suddenly blocked her path.

"Qi Mengman, move!"

Before Wu Tong could finish, Qi Mengman mutated right in front of her—her limbs sprawled like a spider's, crawling lightning-fast across the floor. The movement was so fluid it was almost like watching a flash.

Qi Mengman was clearly possessed by a ghost. Wu Tong didn't hesitate and bolted.

Qi Mengman clung to the wall, moving as if it were flat ground, relentlessly chasing Wu Tong.

When Wu Tong glanced back by accident, she saw Qi Mengman's eyes hanging loosely—only whites showing, with the pupils hidden and barely visible, slanting weirdly at her.

The sight chilled Wu Tong to the bone. She dared not meet Qi Mengman's gaze and sprinted forward as fast as she could.

At that moment, the ground shook violently, fissures cracked open, and the flesh monkeys from the ceiling jumped down.

The hotel doors all collapsed, and a flood of flesh monkeys poured into the rooms, grabbing guests and viciously gnawing on them.

Screams echoed everywhere.

The hotel was chaos—a full-on apocalyptic escape scene.

"Damn it!"

Wu Tong, hanging off the outside wall on the second floor, couldn't help but curse loudly at the chaotic scene inside.

During the quake, Qi Mengman who had been chasing her fell into a crack, while Wu Tong barely escaped by jumping onto the wall outside and hanging onto a drainpipe.

From the mountains came a terrifying roar.

Though she couldn't see clearly what was happening, she caught a glimpse of a huge, moving black shadow.

A flicker of worry crossed her eyes.

Hope Shen Huo's okay!

Inside the palace.

Shen Huo's throat was being crushed tightly from behind by He San.

He San had shaken off Yang Yiyi and grabbed Shen Huo, who was frozen staring at the mountain monster.

Leaning close to Shen Huo's ear, He San sneered coldly, "Give up. It's a god. You're just a mortal—flesh and blood. How could you possibly stand against it?"

He San's grip was monstrous. Shen Huo struggled to breathe, his air cut off.

Suddenly, a red silk ribbon wrapped around He San and yanked him backward, forcing him to release Shen Huo's throat.

"Cough, cough!"

He spat out some blood with red streaks.

The strength He San used was brutal.

Shen Huo took a couple of minutes to catch his breath and painfully got up, leaning against a pillar.

The huge monkey roared loudly, turning the sky blood-red.

It was moving.

Its target was Yang Yiyi.

Shen Huo wrapped the red thread around his knife handle and hid behind a pillar, waiting to ambush He San.

He San didn't react in time and got slashed across the shoulder by Shen Huo.

His whole shoulder collapsed, white bones jutting out.

Shen Huo shouted to Yang Yiyi, "Do you have a way to deal with it?"

Yang Yiyi said, "Zhou Meng broke its clone; this is just its main body. Without an important clone, I should be able to fight it."

"Then that's settled. You go deal with that thing, I'll hold off He San."

Yang Yiyi nodded.

He San wanted to chase after Yang Yiyi but was swept to the ground by Shen Huo, who then drew another knife and stabbed He San's already injured back.

"Ah!"

He San let out a painful scream and forcefully shook Shen Huo off.

Shen Huo was tall and long-legged, quick and agile, only rolling twice on the ground before pouncing again.

Though He San was big, his reactions were slow—he wasn't a match for Shen Huo at all!

Shen Huo wrapped a red string around He San's neck; the string burned like a hot iron shovel pressed against skin, sizzling as it did.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared across He San's face, making it look terrifyingly fierce.

But in the next second, He San's head twisted 180 degrees, facing Shen Huo.

Shen Huo suddenly felt dizzy, and a strange scene appeared before his eyes.

As he was about to pass out, Shen Huo thought: Damn, could it be happening again?

When he opened his eyes again, he was seeing a different scene.

He really was forced to empathize with someone.

This time he was standing in He San's perspective, going through what he had experienced.

"I heard that He San liked the new teacher Yang, often bringing her meat, but she refused. Didn't expect He San to have such thick skin, now he's bringing meat again."

"If you ask me, that Teacher Yang really knows how to seduce men; she's got the whole village's men watching. I don't think they're here to teach; they must have escaped from some brothel."

"Only He San's crazy about Miss Yang; maybe she's been played out by someone long ago."

He San stood like a wall of flesh in front of three gossiping women.

"Don't talk about Yiyi!"

Though He San usually looked simple, when angry he had a terrifying aura.

The three women were scared off by his sudden fierce presence and hurriedly left.

"They really protect her, but with his pathetic self, who'd want him?"

They thought they were whispering, but their loud voices carried for miles.

He San clenched the butcher's knife at his waist tightly, a shadow flickering in his eyes.

He walked from the village entrance to the end, arriving at a low tile-roofed house.

This was where Yang Yiyi and the others lived; as usual, he knocked on their door.

At that moment, he heard voices inside.

"Yiyi, senior wrote you another letter. What did he say?" Zhou Meng asked Yang Yiyi with a teasing tone.

Yang Yiyi blushed a little and stopped Zhou Meng from speaking.

"What are you saying? We're just pen pals. Don't get the wrong idea."

Zhou Meng giggled, "He definitely likes you. You've been teaching in the mountain village for over half a year, and he writes you every month without fail. That's definitely more than just pen pals."

"Two more months, then we'll go back to the city."

"You don't say. Tsk tsk, going to the city just to send letters to him yourself?"

"Zhou Meng..."

Yang Yiyi's shy words—words she had never said when talking to me—felt like a thunderclap in my mind.

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