Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 44

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Shen Huo let out a drunken hiccup and choked out, "They're all bullying me!"

He sniffled while trying to reach for the wine jug again.

"Who bullied you?"

The Lord calmly moved the jug aside. Shen Huo watched it get farther and farther away, then pouted and lightly thumped the Lord's robes with his fist.

That little move made the Lord chuckle. He was in an especially good mood now and couldn't help teasing the drunk boy a little more.

"Who did you say bullied you just now?"

"The haters! They keep cursing at me all the time! But the worst one was that evil spirit—it actually stabbed me in the chest, it hurt so bad! If you don't believe me, look!"

Shen Huo tugged his clothes off one shoulder, revealing a snow-white chest. Near his heart, there was a glaring wound seeping out even stronger dark energy.

The blood, mixed with that sinister energy, had soaked into the red wedding robe.

The Lord's expression darkened with a trace of frustration. If the boy hadn't said anything himself, he wouldn't have even noticed such a glaring wound.

"Sorry. I didn't realize."

"Hehe, I accept your apology. It didn't hurt that much anyway, just kinda itchy. And that ghost didn't even get the upper hand—I already took care of it!"

He puffed out his chest proudly.

"Mm. Well done."

Hearing the compliment from the hot guy, Shen Huo felt a burst of joy—getting hurt suddenly felt totally worth it!

While the Lord tended to his wound, Shen Huo started spilling everything that had happened to him over the past couple days without holding back.

Normally, he didn't like sharing his secrets with others.

But this time, with this guy in front of him, it was like his heart was overflowing with things he wanted to say.

Shen Huo didn't know that everything he said was making the man's expression grow darker and darker.

"Where was this place?"

"Uh... I think it was called Ghost City or something."

The Lord nodded, committing the name to memory, and gestured for him to keep going.

After that, there were a few words the Lord didn't quite understand.

But from the context, it was clear the boy had been bullied, and the people behind it had tried to force him into massive debt.

The Lord narrowed his long eyes, fingers tapping on the table out of habit.

Hic!

The boy hiccupped again, snapping the Lord out of his thoughts.

He looked at the youth, now fast asleep, and felt a trace of disbelief.

He usually hated people wasting his time, and yet here he was, sitting through some kid's long-winded rant about everything he'd been through.

And worse, there was a faint, smoldering anger building in him.

But that anger wasn't toward the boy—it was for the people who had wronged him.

Only now did the Lord realize how good-looking the young man actually was.

His face was small enough to fit in one palm, features delicate and androgynous, eyes full of emotion and spirit. There was a rare mix of youthful energy and bold charisma that gave him a one-of-a-kind charm.

Especially in that red wedding robe, with that flawless pale skin, it was hard to look away.

The boy was sleeping soundly with his face against the table, his wine-stained lips softly smacking, like he was still savoring the taste.

The Lord couldn't hold back a laugh.

After all these years, he'd never met someone this interesting.

He lowered his head slightly and whispered in the boy's ear, "What's your name?"

"Shen Huo."

The young man hiccupped again but still answered every question.

Which made the Underworld Lord find him even more adorable.

"Shen Huo."

The Lord let those two words roll in his throat twice.

Maybe annoyed by the buzzing sound by his ear, Shen Huo turned over in his sleep—only to find himself rolling off the edge. Just before he hit the ground, a hand gently caught his head and lifted him up, placing him onto the bed.

The Lord adjusted Shen Huo's position so he could sleep more comfortably.

Only after Shen Huo had sunk into an even deeper sleep did the Lord lift his clothes to examine his injuries.

Maybe due to the invading dark energy, the meridians around the wound had turned into a red, spiderweb-like pattern.

The wound looked a little grotesque, yet it carried an eerie kind of beauty.

The Lord studied it for a while before finally spotting something off. He reached out and tapped lightly on a spot near Shen Huo's chest. A wave of blood-scented dark energy surged toward his face.

He precisely caught the wave of sinister energy between his fingers. With a flick, the energy dissolved into wisps of smoke.

When the smoke vanished, what remained between his fingers was a strange wooden tablet.

"Lord of Fengdu."

A cold glint flickered in the Lord's eyes.

So that lingering trace of his own aura he had sensed earlier—it came from this.

He tucked Shen Huo back in, took another look at the black wooden tablet, and when he found nothing else unusual, strung it on a piece of red thread and hung it around Shen Huo's neck.

From afar, it looked like just a small pendant—no one would ever guess that this unassuming trinket was actually the spirit tablet of the Lord of Fengdu.

Sensing that Shen Huo's soul felt somewhat scattered, the Lord reinforced it.

From now on, even in the case of extreme soul trauma, his spirit wouldn't be easily shattered—unless someone more powerful than the Lord himself tried.

After that, the Lord rearranged the entire room, sealing it off from the Yin energy of Fengdu. Only then did he leave in peace.

When the Lord returned to his palace, he found several people had already gathered inside.

He sat down at his place and glanced at the group, who were all grinning at him with teasing expressions.

"What is it?"

King Chujiang, never one to hold back, blurted out, "Boss, why'd you suddenly leave the palace? Did you go see your destined person?"

The Lord looked up from his desk and asked calmly, "So you all know?"

"King Qinguang predicted your Red Match Star moved. That means your fated one's appeared."

The Lord nodded, then flicked a few sheets of paper toward them.

"There's an evil spirit stirring trouble in a ghost city among the living. Whose jurisdiction does that place fall under?"

A clear sign he didn't want to continue the previous topic.

The group went silent for a moment before one of them explained:

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