Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 42
Shen Huo picked up the Celestial Master's Seal from the Taoist's hand. It was small and delicate, perfect size to stuff in a pocket.
There were strange characters carved into the base—symbols Shen Huo couldn't recognize, though they looked like Taoist runes.
As he crawled back out through the gap, Shen Huo said to the old Taoist, "You forced my hand, but I'll still call you Master. And as your very unofficial disciple, I promise—if I make it out of this, I'll find a peaceful mountain for your final resting place and give you a proper burial."
As he turned around, the old Taoist behind him curled his lips into a faint smile, his face full of comfort and relief.
When Shen Huo jumped out of the gap, a few meat monkeys had already climbed within three steps of it.
He kicked one of them down and leapt down himself, rolling twice on the ground to soften the landing. He made it down safe.
Shen Huo tossed the Celestial Master's Seal in his hand and shouted up to Yang Yiyi in the air, "Sister Yiyi, toss me toward the big monkey with your red silk!"
Hearing him, Yang Yiyi wrapped his waist with her ribbon and flung him straight at the Puppet Ghost.
Shen Huo reacted fast and grabbed onto the evil god, climbing onto its back. There was a strange mark on its forehead that looked kinda like it had been made by the Celestial Master's Seal.
He pressed the seal hard onto the ghost's head to test it—and the reaction was instant and intense.
Shen Huo's eyes lit up.
It was working!
The Puppet Ghost let out a shrill, agonized scream.
The entire mountainside shook.
It thrashed wildly, trying to shake off the ant clinging to its body.
When that didn't work, it slammed itself hard against the mountain wall.
Shen Huo's organs shifted from the impact. A metallic taste hit his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood—thick with chunks of internal tissue.
He gave a bitter smile. Looked like he was really going to die here, just like those backstabbing creeps had hoped.
But—
His expression turned fierce. If he was going down, he was taking this thing with him. No way he was dying for nothing.
He pressed the Celestial Master's Seal even harder against the Puppet Ghost's forehead.
The ghost couldn't take the searing, scorching light. It collapsed and started rolling on the ground—rolling straight toward the Red Hall.
The Puppet Ghost seemed terrified of the Red Hall... No—not the Red Hall, but whatever was underneath it.
He'd seen talismans below it earlier. That must've been the final formation left by the old Taoist!
A flash of insight hit Shen Huo.
He had a plan. A dangerous one, but it just might work.
"Sister Yiyi, help me out! Lock me and this thing inside the Red Hall—I swear I can take it down!"
Yang Yiyi hesitated.
"Shen Huo..."
"Sister, don't hesitate! Now!"
After a brief struggle, she gritted her teeth and hurled both Shen Huo and the Puppet Ghost into the Red Hall with a sweep of her red silk.
Shen Huo flipped mid-air, locking his thighs around the monster's neck and slamming both hands onto its head. The Celestial Master's Seal flared with a blinding light.
Under that light, the Puppet Ghost started shrinking—smaller and smaller—until it looked like some pitch-black wild monkey. Shen Huo pinned it down hard, trapping it under the coffin lid.
"Seal it!"
The red silk whipped down, slamming the coffin shut and coiling several times around it.
With that done, Yang Yiyi collapsed to her knees, drained.
At that moment, He San, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.
He sprang up and lunged onto the Red Hall, eyes glinting with a crazed grin.
"I offer my body as sacrifice, summoning the evil ghosts of Fengdu to slaughter this son—my soul a tribute to the Lord of Ghost City! By blood fated, may I shatter into dust!"
He San chanted an ancient incantation, and the golden glow on the ground instantly turned blood red.
The light grew stronger and stronger—even Yang Yiyi, a powerful vengeful spirit, couldn't get near it.
He San's eyes were filled with absolute madness.
Yang Yiyi realized what was happening and quickly lashed out with her red silk—but as soon as it touched the area, it was repelled by an invisible shield and sent flying, slamming her far back.
She didn't know what He San had summoned, but the overwhelming power coming from it was something indescribable—way beyond anything that cursed god had ever put out.
He was calling something far more terrifying than an evil deity.
A beam of blood-red light exploded.
The equipment hanging from the rafters blew apart in a blast. The livestream instantly went dark.
Yang Yiyi was hurled dozens of meters away by the shockwave.
He San, sprawled on the Red Hall, melted into a pool of black blood—then got sucked into the building.
The red coffin instantly turned pitch black.
Inside the coffin—
The Puppet Ghost realized it might actually lose to this ant of a human and flew into a rage.
It poured all of its remaining power into one final attack. Black, ghostly mist shot out from its body like a sword and stabbed straight into Shen Huo's chest.
Splurt!
Shen Huo's blood spilled and seeped into the Puppet Ghost's body.
It was just human blood—yet it burned the ghost like molten lava.
Shen Huo refused to let it escape. Despite the searing pain in his chest, he gritted his teeth and held the Puppet Ghost down with all his strength.
A flash of divine power surged through the red thread.
The Puppet Ghost let out several piercing screams before transforming into a pitch-black spirit tablet.
On it were the words: Fengdu Underworld Lord.
At the same time the tablet appeared, the red thread tied around Shen Huo's finger turned into a ring that slipped snugly onto his finger.
Shen Huo instantly blacked out.
No one saw that inside the coffin, Shen Huo's clothes had changed into a red wedding robe.
·
Inside the grand hall, the red thread on the Underworld Lord's finger suddenly glowed with strange light.
An inexplicable pull drew the man forward.
High above the palace, the man seemed to realize something—and vanished on the spot.
At the same time, the other ten palace lords outside the main hall also sensed that same strange energy.
Someone did a quick divination, face twisting in surprise.
"The Underworld Lord's Red Luan Star is stirring!"
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