Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 47

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"Mr. Shen, we won't stop you from doing what you want. After all, it might also be the old master's wish. But—could you hand over the Sect Leader's token?"

"Token?" Shen Huo pulled a small talisman-seal no bigger than his palm from his clothes. "You mean this?"

Meng Jingtong nodded. "Yes. That's the symbol of authority in Longhu Mountain. If you give it to us, we can exchange it with something else."

"No way," Shen Huo said lazily. "That old Taoist passed on his legacy to me. I've been using this just fine. You want it back with just a few words? Longhu Mountain being stingy much? If you're really his disciples, go ask him underground yourself what he wants."

He yawned, slung the bundle of bones over his shoulder, and started down the mountain.

Yang Yiyi floated past the Taoists, chasing after Shen Huo.

The old men were fuming and stomped their feet in anger.

"A brat who picked this up halfway—there's no way we're recognizing him as our Sect Leader! What nonsense! We have to get the Heavenly Master Seal back!"

Meng Jingtong said nothing.

When he returned to the mountain earlier, he had mentioned the seal to his own master.

His master had worn a complicated expression and sighed deeply.

"Your grandmaster had his reasons for passing it on to someone outside the sect. If the day ever comes, I hope you'll lend that young man a hand."

Meng Jingtong had asked why.

His master looked at him and softly said, "Break before you rebuild. That's what your grandmaster said."

Staring at Shen Huo's retreating figure, Meng Jingtong thought—maybe his master was right. But still, that wasn't the kind of sect leader he had imagined.

"Since we're all here," he said, turning to the others, "let's take this opportunity to help release the trapped souls in this area."

"That's a good idea," the others agreed with a nod.

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After heading down the mountain, Shen Huo spotted Wu Tong sitting by the entrance. She had some minor scrapes on her face, but overall looked okay.

Despite everything that happened last night, she only came out of it with a few scratches. Seems like Yang Yiyi's protective barrier worked well.

"Shen Huo!"

Wu Tong's eyes lit up when she saw him. She limped over, waving.

Shen Huo dodged her hug.

Wu Tong pouted. "Still avoiding me?"

Shen Huo rolled his eyes. "Men and women should keep their distance. Besides, I'm holding my master's remains here. Please show some respect."

"Your... master?" Wu Tong was stunned. "Since when do you have a master?"

"It's a long story," Shen Huo sighed.

Seeing how worn out he looked, Wu Tong didn't press further. She quickly handed him a bottle of mineral water.

Shen Huo downed the whole thing, finally feeling some energy return.

Only then did he perk up and ask, "Director Wang and the others—they okay?"

"All good. Director Wang just got some rest. I heard the road's finally been cleared, so he's getting the crew to sort out the gear. Planning to leave by ten."

Shen Huo raised a brow and grinned. "Guess Director Wang was scared out of his wits."

"You're not wrong. We were attacked by those monsters..."

"Qi Mengman got possessed and kept chasing after me. Later, during the earthquake, a falling concrete slab hit her head and cracked it open."

"The doctor said hers was the worst case—she'd need at least three months to recover. Either way, once she's back, if Director Wang still wants to keep filming, she's probably gonna be out."

Shen Huo said, "Just being alive is already lucky."

"This whole thing was way too intense. I really thought I was gonna die. Even now, thinking about it still gives me chills."

Then she changed the subject. "But you know, danger aside—I actually kind of liked the thrill. I've got a brand-new idea now. When I get back, I'm gonna write a new song. And when I shoot the music video, how about you be my male lead?"

Shen Huo suddenly remembered she was a singer. Without even thinking, he agreed.

"Sure. As long as the money's good, I'm in."

Shen Huo went upstairs to pack up his things, planning to hitch a ride with Director Wang. After all, it was a free ride—he'd be dumb not to take it.

When he returned to his room, he saw Yang Yiyi sitting on the couch with a heavy look on her face.

"Shen Huo, be honest with me. What exactly did you go through? Do you even realize you were sacrificed to the Fengdu evil spirit by He San? Do you even know what that place is?!"

Shen Huo blinked, confused. "Isn't it just where they lock up malicious ghosts?"

"Well, yes, but every single ghost locked up in Fengdu is downright evil—dangerous and cruel. He San's a narrow-minded guy. You pissed him off more than once, and now he's sacrificed himself to summon that evil ghost. That thing must be a nightmare to deal with."

Not really a nightmare, but there was a drop-dead gorgeous man.

Shen Huo thought about the long-haired man he'd met and started grinning like an idiot.

"Shen Huo? Shen Huo!"

"Huh? What?"

Yang Yiyi looked puzzled. "What do you mean 'what'? You've been totally out of it this whole time."

Shen Huo smiled at her. "It's nothing, just remembered someone really good-looking."

Yang Yiyi couldn't help roasting him in her head—what kind of person could make you look like you've got a full-on crush?

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something flashing on Shen Huo's neck. Just as she leaned in for a closer look, a powerful force slammed her back.

"Sisiter Yiyi, are you okay?"

"Don't come over!"

Yang Yiyi quickly used a red silk cloth to block the force from hitting her face and shouted to stop Shen Huo from getting any closer.

While that energy was still lingering, she focused on it carefully—then realization hit her.

"Ha! He San totally didn't expect that the offering he sacrificed to the evil ghost had already been intercepted by someone else."

Shen Huo's eyes lit up. "Sister Yiyi, do you know who I got married to?"

Yang Yiyi explained, "You've got a dark energy on you, but it's not the usual kind. Yours is infused with the power of a powerful yin deity from Fengdu. That same energy was also on the red string tied to your finger before. I'm guessing, in that critical moment, that bigshot stepped in and saved you."

Thanks to her explanation, Shen Huo started thinking maybe everything he'd gone through wasn't a dream—maybe it really happened.

He covered his face, cheeks heating up.

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