Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 41

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The secretary was indifferent, "Right, unbelievable. So, did the lord agree to fund us?"

King Chu Jiang sighed, "No."

The secretary: "..."

After sensing they left, the lord in the palace finally put down his vermilion brush.

He lowered his eyes to stare at the red string in his hand, a mysterious light flashing in his gaze.

"Fated person..."

Shen Huo had his arm clamped tight around He San's neck. He didn't let go until He San stopped struggling. Then he finally loosened his grip and collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.

That was way too close—he almost kicked the bucket.

This He San guy wasn't dumb at all like those villagers claimed. On the contrary, he was smart—scarily smart.

It was because He San realized Shen Huo could easily empathize with Zhou Meng that he had used the illusion to get Shen Huo to lower his guard.

If Shen Huo had woken up even a second later, he would've been toast.

Shen Huo lay on the ground, not wanting to move.

Everything hurt. Every inch of his body throbbed with pain, especially his shoulder blades—something in there felt broken, and he couldn't muster any strength.

He let out a bitter laugh. Ugh, if he'd known it was gonna be this brutal, he would've made Yang Yiyi pay him extra.

Bang!

A figure in red slammed into the concrete slab, leaving a deep dent and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Cough, cough—Sister Yiyi? You okay?"

Yang Yiyi floated up from the pit. "I'm fine."

Shen Huo gave her a once-over. She looked a little roughed up, but her energy and spirit seemed intact. Probably no serious injuries.

"Can that thing be dealt with?"

Yang Yiyi shook her head. "Not sure. But now that one of its clones is gone, it's not much of a threat to me."

Shen Huo looked up at those glowing red eyes locked onto him.

"Yeah, not to you! This thing's obviously after meeeeee!?"

He hadn't even finished yelling when the thing lunged straight at him.

Yang Yiyi whipped out a red silk ribbon and wrapped it around Shen Huo's waist, flinging him up high.

He landed flat on his stomach on a crossbeam.

The evil spirit, seeing its prey disappear, turned its fury back on Yang Yiyi.

Shen Huo lay flat on the beam, breathing out in relief. Just as he was about to slide back down—

He suddenly noticed a gap in the beam wide enough to fit a grown person. Something seemed to be inside.

He glanced up at the ghost and the cursed spirit battling it out above his head. They looked evenly matched. For now, they didn't need his help.

So he climbed into the gap for a better look. It was pitch black inside.

Thank god his flashlight still worked.

When he turned it on, he saw a person hanging upside down, legs crossed in a lotus position. They were dressed in a robe printed with a Bagua symbol, expression solemn, one hand raised in a strange mudra.

The sight nearly scared Shen Huo to death.

But after a few seconds, he realized something was off.

That person hadn't changed expression at all. Shen Huo reached out and felt under their nose—no breath.

They were dead.

Shen Huo let out a breath of relief and slowly climbed closer to get a good look at the body.

The man looked about forty or fifty, with a long beard and a bun pinned up with a wooden hairpin. His face had what looked like translucent crystal growths, almost like cicada wings. When the flashlight hit them, they shimmered with rainbow light, like some immortal ascending to the heavens.

But if you looked closer, it was just some strange kind of crystallization.

He really did look like someone who had just fallen asleep—creepily lifelike.

Still uneasy, Shen Huo reached out to check his pulse. No breath, no heartbeat. Completely dead.

Only then did Shen Huo fully relax.

Suddenly, he felt something in the corpse's other hand. He tried to pry it open—but no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge.

Until something fell out from inside the corpse's robe.

Shen Huo looked down and picked it up. It was a yellow piece of paper, with several lines written in blood.

[To the destined one—

You shall become the 180th direct disciple of Mount Longhu!

By opening this paper, it means you've encountered a Puppet Ghost.

The Servant Wraith is the last kind of rogue deity of the final era.

With fewer and fewer people believing in gods, their faith fades, and without faith, they fall apart and perish.

These deities then turn into man-eating evil gods.

The Puppet Ghost is one of them.

I stumbled across this place and discovered the evil god harming the people, but the villagers of Huaishu Village had already been completely brainwashed.

It looked like they were asking a Taoist for help, but in reality, they were feeding the evil god with the Taoist's spiritual body.

When I realized I'd been tricked by the villagers of Huaishu Village, I used myself to seal the evil god. But if they keep feeding it, I won't be able to hold out much longer.

So I used everything I had to divine that my disciple in the future would be the one to defeat the Puppet Ghost.

In my right hand is the Celestial Master's Seal, which can temporarily suppress the Puppet Ghost.

Disciple, this is all your master can do for you. I hope you won't blame your master for not being able to teach you anything... ]

"What the hell is this, some kinda con job?"

As if he'd just accept that?

Shen Huo tried to pry open the old Taoist's hand, but to his disbelief, even with all his strength, it wouldn't budge. Weird.

Boom!

The ground shook violently.

Shen Huo quickly peeked out and saw that Yang Yiyi's resentment was thinning out, and now she was getting beaten down instead. Meanwhile, the evil god's aura was only getting stronger!

Thinking of the film crew down at the foot of the mountain, Shen Huo's face darkened.

That thing was draining their energy and flesh. If this kept going, they were really gonna die here.

He turned back to the old man with his eyes closed and let out a sigh.

"Figures. Old Taoist really played the long game."

Shen Huo knelt and bowed three times to him.

"Master, can I finally take this thing to save people now?"

He tried to open the old man's hand again—this time, it opened without a fight.

Holy crap!

It really was that creepy?

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