Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 67

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He'd been staring too intensely. Only when Wu Tong's voice called his name from behind did he snap out of it. The back of his neck was soaked in cold sweat.

Wu Tong noticed that his face didn't look right.

She asked worriedly, "Shen Huo, what happened to you just now? You were standing here frozen. Don't tell me... something possessed you?"

"No worries, I just spaced out a little."

Once Shen Huo fully snapped back to reality, he finally noticed a chill creeping up his back.

It was from the cold sweat earlier—his back was soaked, and now with the wind blowing against it, he felt icy all over.

That sudden wave of horror left him feeling uncertain.

It was like he'd been emotionally synced with something. Maybe it was a single ghost, maybe it was a group of them.

They had been wailing right by his ears, like they were begging him for help.

But you couldn't trust the words of ghosts.

He still wasn't sure what the thing that connected with him earlier had wanted him to see.

He'd have to test it out when he got the chance.

"Alright, if you say you're fine, I won't press. Oh, right—want something to eat? I brought a bunch of self-heating hot pots."

At the words "hot pot," Shen Huo instantly tossed aside the lingering dread from before.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! I haven't had hot pot in forever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he dashed straight to Wu Tong's tent. When he saw the self-heating hot pots lined up on the little table, his eyes lit up like headlights.

Wu Tong was speechless. All that worrying for nothing, apparently.

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Director Wang saw that it was getting late, so he told everyone to set up their tents and prepare to camp out on the plaza.

But just as he brought over the gear and supplies and was about to turn back—

Everyone suddenly heard the sound of opera singing.

It was bleak, sorrowful, and so shrill it cut straight through to the bone.

"So tragic, so cold, wind swirling all around.
It chills me to the bone..."

In the blink of an eye, a strange phenomenon occurred. A thick black fog swallowed up the entire Shijia Plaza.

That was when someone noticed—

All their vehicles had vanished.

The whole scene was just way too bizarre. Director Wang broke into a nervous sweat and quickly told someone to fetch Shen Huo.

Shen Huo was crouched in a corner, staring down at the self-heating hot pot Wu Tong had brought. The smell alone was making his mouth water. He was just about to dig in when a staff member came running over, totally panicked.

"Mr. Shen! Something's wrong! There's a haunting!"

Without looking up, Shen Huo shoved the chopsticks he just unwrapped straight into the staffer's mouth.

"We're on their turf, don't throw that word around so casually. Say it too much and something might actually show up at midnight to greet you."

The staffer's face went pale as a sheet. He didn't dare say another word.

Shen Huo opened a fresh pair of chopsticks and, still holding his bowl, said, "Alright, so—what was it you were trying to say?"

The staffer hurriedly said, "All our vehicles disappeared! And just now, we heard opera singing—did you hear it too, Mr. Shen?"

Opera singing?

Shen Huo shook his head. Nope, didn't hear a thing.

"Oh, right—Director Wang's looking for you."

Still holding his noodles, Shen Huo headed over to where Director Wang was.

"Director Wang, you called?"

Director Wang quickly pulled Shen Huo aside and pointed at the empty spot over there. "Xiao Shen, our vehicles were all parked right there just a bit ago. Then, right after everyone heard a woman singing opera—poof. One second later, they were all gone!"

"No one got hurt, right?"

Director Wang shook his head. "No, thankfully. And we managed to unload the equipment and supplies in time. But the food—there's only enough for us to last a week. And judging by the looks of it, we might be stuck here again."

He looked up at the thick black fog that now completely blocked out the moonlight, and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

What else could he even say?

He said he was unlucky, but somehow the obscure reality show he filmed ended up blowing up.

He said he was lucky, but he kept running into weird supernatural stuff.

Good thing he'd been through the ghost town incident before. He'd learned to be cautious and brought a ton of supplies.

"Director Wang, just now you said you all heard opera singing?"

Shen Huo glanced up at the black mist above them, and on the rooftop covered by the fog, a figure flickered past.

The figure looked like a petite woman.

Wang Xian quickly added, "It was a woman's voice. Really eerie."

"It was probably the wind blowing through the building. The place has been abandoned for ages—it's totally empty inside, so the wind echoing through would make noises like that."

Shen Huo slurped a mouthful of vermicelli and pointed at the camera on his chest.

Director Wang picked up on Shen Huo's hint immediately.

He quietly whispered a few words to Wang Xian.

Wang Xian hurried off to turn off Shen Huo's camera, then waved at the director to show it was done.

Director Wang finally let out a sigh of relief and asked, "Tell me what you really think."

"We've been hit with ghost deception."

"G-Ghost deception?"

Director Wang wasn't familiar with this stuff. He looked at Shen Huo, hoping for a clearer explanation.

"Ghost deception is when a spirit messes with your senses—putting on a little haunted act to mess with people."

He'd read about this kind of illusion technique in a mystical book from Yin Jiuxuan. Supposedly, it could be broken with boy's urine.

"But Mr. Shen, that thing's already a ghost or whatever, so why would it fake anything? Doesn't that kind of contradict itself?"

Shen Huo nodded. "It's not human, of course it contradicts itself. Anyway, looks like we're safe for now. Everyone can get back to work."

Everyone looked bitter. How could they be so unlucky—running into ghosts again!

Director Wang gritted his teeth and told the crew to set up the tents for the night.

The sky had already gone dark. They couldn't just stand outside in the cold wind forever.

Once the group dispersed, Shen Huo stared at the spot where the cars had vanished.

He walked over, lightly touching the ground with his fingers, and spotted a small handprint. It looked like a child's.

There was no one living within several miles of here, let alone any kids playing around. So whose handprint was that?

And this kid's body... seemed kind of incomplete.

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