Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 46

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"Well, they found a skeleton on the livestream. Turned out it was the former head of Longhu Mountain. My senior brother said he had to go inform the other elders. He'll catch up with us soon."

Zhai Hongyun tossed more talismans into the air. They scattered like flower petals and stuck onto the flesh-monkeys.

As soon as the talismans touched them, a sizzling sound followed, and the monkeys dissolved into wisps of smoke.

Team leader Chen Mo took a long drag from his cigarette, then put on his helmet and got on his motorcycle.

"Get on," he said, signaling Zhai Hongyun.

Zhai Hongyun's face turned pale the moment he saw the bike. He thought of how bumpy the ride had been earlier, how his stomach was still churning—he quickly shook his head.

"I'm good. You go first. I'll handle the rest of these things."

Chen Mo didn't take no for an answer. He grabbed the young Taoist and threw him onto the back of the motorcycle.

"Ahhh!"

Officer Zhang, now halfway down the mountain, heard the scream from above and couldn't help but shiver. His pace instinctively quickened.

After Zhai Hongyun and the others made it up the mountain—

They found the film crew at the hotel, all in deep comas. The Special Ops team immediately jumped in to perform emergency soul-stabilizing measures to prevent their spirits from leaving their bodies.

That was when Zhai Hongyun spotted a woman who still had some clarity left in her eyes. She didn't even care about her wounds as she struggled to grab his hand.

"Shen Huo... he went up the mountain alone..."

"Don't worry, we're going to save him right now."

After securing the crew, the team rushed up the mountain.

When they finally reached the peak, they saw the palace had been completely flattened. Amid the ruins sat a red-dressed female ghost, like a statue. Her eyes were blood-red, locked tightly onto a black coffin in front of her.

"She's a vengeful ghost!"

Everyone immediately raised their weapons—not aimed directly at Yang Yiyi.

But given her current state, even a slight disturbance could make her attack, so no one dared to let their guard down.

Team leader Chen Mo stepped forward and carefully addressed her, "Miss Yang, we mean no harm. We just want to confirm if that evil spirit is still alive. Could you let us..."

Yang Yiyi glanced at Chen Mo. That look in her eyes—those of a vengeful spirit—made everyone's scalp tingle. Instinctively, a few of them reached for their guns.

But the next moment, Yang Yiyi looked away disinterestedly, clearly not planning to engage with them.

Chen Mo frowned and repeated the purpose of their visit.

"Just go. I don't want to see any of you."

Yang Yiyi's voice was cold with disgust. Ever since she'd been sealed in the Red Hall by that spirit medium, she'd developed a deep aversion and hostility toward people like them.

Honestly, it was already merciful she hadn't attacked them.

The group exchanged glances.

Chen Mo kept trying to communicate with her while the others quietly moved to check the red coffin.

The second Yang Yiyi noticed their movements, her expression turned icy.

"Don't touch it!"

Before the two could even get close, the coffin opened on its own.

The Special Ops team was immediately on high alert, scrambling to draw their weapons.

"Sister, who are these people?"

Yang Yiyi rushed to Shen Huo's side and gently touched his cheek.

Shen Huo couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.

"Come on, sister, what are you doing? Relax—I'm still alive."

"How can that be? Someone who was sacrificed shouldn't be..."

Before the young man could finish, an older guy with a cigarette in his mouth covered his mouth.

Shen Huo sat up from inside the coffin.

"Shen Huo, that wedding robe you're wearing—what's the deal?"

Shen Huo waved his hand lazily. "Ah, nothing serious. I just ended up in a wedding ceremony with someone."

He vaguely remembered marrying... a memorial tablet?

And the pretty guy had even looked a little "wronged" saying it was his tablet Shen Huo had married.

God, all he did was fight a ghost—and somehow came out of it with a husband? What a jackpot!

"Y-You held a wedding ceremony?"

Everyone turned to look at Shen Huo sitting inside the coffin, speechless. They weren't sure whether to believe him or not, but honestly, he didn't look like he was lying.

The air was awkward all of a sudden.

Yang Yiyi looked him over and asked, "So, you..."

Shen Huo grinned. "I wasn't finished. The wedding didn't go through—I made it out in time."

"Well... that's good."

Yang Yiyi didn't quite buy it, but this obviously wasn't the right time for a full interrogation.

So, she decided to go with the flow and drop the topic for now.

As Shen Huo stood up, something around his neck flashed for a second, but Yang Yiyi didn't catch a clear look.

He stretched and took two deep breaths after climbing out of the coffin.

"Finally, it's over!"

"Mr. Shen, do you know where the skeleton you found is?"

Shen Huo looked toward the young man in Taoist robes and asked curiously, "You are?"

"Hello, I'm Zhai Hongyun, a disciple of Longhu Mountain. The skeleton you found—it's actually the remains of my grandmaster. He went missing during a spiritual journey years ago. We've been looking for him ever since."

Shen Huo carefully retrieved the old Taoist's bones from the gap where he had hidden them. He refused Zhai Hongyun's offer to help.

"Mr. Shen, what are you doing?"

Shen Huo said, "I promised the old man—if I made it out alive, I'd give him a proper burial somewhere with clear water and green hills. Just a little filial duty from a cheap stand-in apprentice like me."

Zhai Hongyun looked conflicted.

"My senior said the dead must return to their roots... and Grandmaster was a Longhu Mountain elder, so..."

"Hongyun!"

Someone called out from below the mountain trail.

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties climbed up, followed by several other Taoists—also middle-aged, clearly senior disciples.

Shen Huo quietly wrapped the old Taoist's bones in cloth, eyes calm as he watched the group approach.

"Senior brother, martial uncles—you finally made it! This Mr. Shen, he—"

Zhai Hongyun started to explain, but Meng Jingtong shook his head, stopping him.

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