Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 40

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Even when the meat fell to the ground, he didn't have time to pick it up and hurriedly left.

Hearing noises outside, Zhou Meng opened the door but saw no one—only a piece of muddy meat on the ground.

She picked up the meat and frowned.

"Again, it's from He San!"

Zhou Meng muttered, "That He San, seriously, we told him we don't need it. Why can't he understand human language?"

Yang Yiyi flipped open the book she brought and smiled at Zhou Meng's nagging, "Why don't you just buy that meat? Actually, you don't have to mourn with me."

"How could I? I, Zhou Meng, keep my word. Besides, uncle and aunt were good to me when they were alive. I promised to take care of you, so I won't break that promise. I'm taking this meat back right now!"

Without hesitation, Zhou Meng grabbed the meat and headed to He San's house.

Shen Huo stood beside He San, watching him walk up the mountain with a gaze full of hatred and gloom.

He sneaked into a palace.

He knelt on the ground, praying devoutly.

"I want Yiyi to stay by my side forever. I'm willing to pay any price."

After saying this, Shen Huo saw a thick black mist rise from the ground, enveloping He San.

Inside the black mist, a figure appeared, tempting He San.

"If you're willing to be my slave, offering your soul to me willingly, I will grant your wish."

A flicker of joy crossed He San's eyes.

Little did he know, making deals with ghosts and demons was never easy.

He San became a puppet of the evil spirit, his body fully controlled by it.

Yang Yiyi's special constitution was sensed the moment she entered the village; the spirit knew that if it consumed her soul, it wouldn't fear the underworld gods!

He San realized the spirit's original target was Yang Yiyi and felt deep regret. So, he secretly changed the god's message, passing wrong information to the villagers.

That was how it started: the god's chosen bride was Zhou Meng.

The evil spirit found out about He San's little scheme and tortured him.

When Zhou Meng came to question them, she discovered the plot between He San and the evil spirit. She tried to escape but was caught by the spirit. Villagers passing by misunderstood, thinking they were doing something improper.

So under the so-called god's order, they reselected Yang Yiyi.

He San, now a puppet of the evil spirit, could only watch helplessly as the person he liked was brutally killed.

He didn't dare resist because the spirit had warned: if he dared, it would kill him.

Afraid of death, He San chose silence.

The scene shifted.

Shen Huo arrived at He San's slaughterhouse, looking at the people hanging on hooks—skinless, like raw meat monkeys.

"Bang!"

He San coldly slaughtered one villager after another, using their skin to make lanterns hung around the slaughterhouse. Even through a thin membrane, the bloody stench was overwhelming.

He dared not fight the evil spirit and could only vent his anger on the villagers.

Even though those villagers deserved to die, He San was way more disgusting than them.

Shen Huo held back the sick feeling churning in his stomach, standing still as he watched He San peel the skin off all the villagers and hang it on hooks.

The massacre lasted three days, and heavy rain poured for three days too, causing a landslide that buried the village under a dark, endless mudslide.

He San, now a puppet of the evil spirit, became the owner of a hotel at the foot of the mountain and a tour guide, using the legend to attract countless curious hikers.

Thud!

Shen Huo fell to the ground, touching his wounds, the pain waking him up instantly.

He San's hand turned into a sharp blade, stabbing at his face, but the suddenly awake Shen Huo ignored the pain, grabbed his hand, clamped his leg, and took the chance to climb behind him, using the red string to choke his neck.

"Want me to pity you? No! You just make me feel disgusted!"

He tightened the red string around He San's neck fiercely.

Shen Huo's hand was already bleeding, the blood soaking into the red string.

Drip drip drip!

In the eerie place filled with ghostly wails, inside a huge palace, ancient dead trees crazily twisted, whipping up fallen leaves and blowing away the shadow soldiers around them.

The noisy commotion outside caught the attention of a man working inside the palace.

He paused his brush, appearing before the ancient tree.

The terrified shadow officials lowered their heads as the man appeared.

"Lord of the Underworld."

The man carried an imposing aura that commanded respect, with a godlike distance no one dared approach.

He waved his hand, and the shadow officials quickly retreated.

After everyone left, the man approached the ancient tree. A red string appeared in front of his eyes, gently wrapping around his wrist.

Only then did he notice blood on the string.

His sharp brows furrowed, "Injured?"

A chilling power linked from the red string to another master's hand.

After finishing this, he stared at the red string, slightly stunned.

He glanced at the ancient tree, then returned to his desk but didn't put brush to paper.

Red ink dripped onto the page, smudging the character for "Punishment."

When King Chu Jiang arrived, he found the workaholic Lord of the Underworld lost in thought.

"Good heavens!"

King Chu Jiang gasped.

To snap the distracted lord back to focus, the red brush moved again over the scroll.

"What brings you here?"

"Hehe, Boss Lord of the Underworld, we're short a bit of funds to launch the one-click reincarnation program for common folk."

The lord paused his brush, his deep eyes fixed on King Chu Jiang.

King Chu Jiang shrank his head nervously.

"How much is missing?"

He carefully held up two fingers.

The lord sitting in the palace was silent for a moment, then said only, "Understood," and sent King Chu Jiang away.

King Chu Jiang left the palace looking confused.

His secretary waiting outside hurried up to ask when he came out.

"How's it going, did the Lord of the Underworld agree?"

King Chu Jiang glanced around, gossiping with his secretary.

"You won't believe what I just saw!"

The secretary took a breath, patiently asking, "What did you see, Your Highness?"

King Chu Jiang looked incredulous, "I saw the workaholic boss zoning out! Can you believe that?"

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