Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 43

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"Weird. Why would he fall in love?"

"This is great news! Quick—evacuate all underworld emissaries from the Lord's main hall!"

Shen Huo woke up in a daze, his vision blocked by a sheet of red silk.

He tried to move it, but found his body completely frozen.

He was swaying slightly. Feeling around, it seemed like he was sitting inside a square space—probably a sedan chair.

He had no idea how long it went on before someone helped him out.

The sharp sound of a suona flute pierced his ears.

[First bow—to Heaven and Earth!]

The voice was especially shrill, each word stabbing at Shen Huo's eardrums.

He wanted to resist, but his body wouldn't listen.

[Second bow... second bow to Heaven and Earth...]

The voice suddenly halted—like it was terrified. It even messed up the lines.

Shen Huo, still mentally detached, thought to himself: What kind of amateur actor is this?

Then he noticed the things holding him up were now forcing him to bow.

Shen Huo fought back using sheer willpower, refusing to lower his head.

While they were locked in this silent struggle, something fell into his hand from inside his robe.

It was that Fengdu Underworld Lord spirit tablet.

The next second, his whole body was slammed down hard—and the blood from his chest landed squarely on the tablet.

[Ceremony complete—ahhhhh!!]

A brilliant light burst from the tablet, and the voice instantly turned into an ear-piercing shriek.

Everything went black, and Shen Huo's body dropped backward uncontrollably—but someone caught him.

He couldn't see their face, only smelled the faint, comforting scent of ink.

Then, he fell into a deep, heavy sleep.

Shen Huo had no idea how long he'd slept. When he finally sat up groggily, he saw that everything around him was bright red with festive decorations.

He was still wearing that red wedding robe.

He vaguely remembered bowing to something weird just now...

Grrrgle!

His stomach growled. He rubbed it. So hungry...

Looking around, Shen Huo spotted a table with neatly arranged pastries. He rushed over and started eating them by the handful.

They actually tasted pretty good, so he stuffed more into his mouth.

He hadn't eaten anything the whole day, then spent who knows how long fighting that Puppet Ghost—he was so hungry his ribs were practically touching.

Shen Huo devoured the snacks like a starving beast, but the pastries were a little dry, and he ended up choking on one.

He hurried to grab the cup of water on the table and took a big gulp.

The water had a sweet aftertaste, with a faint trace of alcohol. It was actually delicious.

Still munching, Shen Huo took a look around the room.

The place had a traditional, elegant style—porcelain, paintings, and books lined the space. The whole room felt extravagant and refined, like something out of a noble clan's private quarters.

Just as Shen Huo stuffed a snack into his mouth, the door behind him was pushed open.

He was so spaced out that he didn't notice a thing—even started wondering how much money he could make selling off these antiques.

Who knows, maybe he could end up living the billionaire lifestyle!

Right when he hiccupped from the wine and was daydreaming about retirement, he sensed someone behind him.

He turned around and saw the person standing there.

The man was dressed in a deep crimson robe, his long straight black hair loosely gathered behind him.

He was stunning—sharp brows, bright eyes, with a cold and commanding aura that gave off authority even without speaking.

Even just one glance from him carried such pressure it was hard to look straight at him.

Shen Huo...

Shen Huo was completely stunned!

This guy standing in front of him looked exactly like his dream man.

His knees gave out right then—not sure if it was the booze or the sheer beauty of the guy that knocked him senseless.

As he started to fall, the hot guy caught him.

Shen Huo caught a whiff of that faint familiar scent of books and ink on the man. Addicted, he nuzzled into his arms like a little piglet.

The man—who was the Lord of the Underworld—looked down at the flushed face in his arms, those peach blossom eyes gazing at him with affection, and felt a flicker in his heart.

He asked the person in his arms in a low voice:

"You buried my spirit tablet with yours?"

"Huh?"

Shen Huo was really drunk.

All he felt was his ears tickling from the man's low voice, and he reached up to scratch them.

The Underworld Lord let out a soft sigh. "Forget it, I'll take you back."

Shen Huo quietly grabbed the man's hand. It felt icy cold.

He pressed the man's hand to his own cheek, letting out a satisfied little sigh at the chill, wishing he could throw his whole body onto him.

"No."

"Do you even know what you're saying?"

Shen Huo cupped the Lord's face and planted a loud kiss on his cheek—then even licked his lips at the end.

"Can I know your name?"

He looked innocently at the Underworld Lord.

At that moment, the lord looked like he'd been hit by a jolt of electricity. He froze in place, staring at the boy in his arms in disbelief, the tips of his ears faintly red.

He honestly looked like a flustered, innocent teen being flirted with, and it made Shen Huo's heart itch.

Shen Huo asked again for his name.

The Lord lowered his gaze and saw Shen Huo's hand still holding a snack.

The young man's hands were pale and soft, even his nails were a light pink—just looking at them was a pleasure.

The only flaw was the glaring wound in his palm, still oozing with dark, sinister energy.

The Lord frowned, and any sense of shame from earlier was thrown out the window.

He helped bandage the wound on the boy's hand and cleared away the dark energy with it. The cut scabbed over before their eyes.

Shen Huo blinked, clearly stunned, those peach blossom eyes filled with wordless wonder.

"How... how did you do that?"

The Lord looked up and saw the boy staring at his hand, holding it up with both hands to examine it.

The Lord said, "Wanna learn?"

Shen Huo asked, "Can I?"

The Lord nodded. "Of course. But first, tell me what happened earlier. Why did you hurt yourself?"

At that, Shen Huo pouted, looking a little wronged.

Seeing the young man's pitiful face, the Underworld Lord held back a frown.

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