Chapter 14

Chapter 14

He looked again at the tender strips of meat floating in the stone pot, feeling as if his body had been chilled to the bone. So, what kind of meat had he just eaten?

Huang Qiang thought he had tasted every delicacy under the sun, but he had never experienced anything as delicious as the meat in the stone pot. It was an indescribable, ultimate pleasure. But now, with that terrifying thought surfacing, his stomach began to churn uncontrollably.

"!!! Oh my god! I'm going to freak out—how is there a human finger in the porridge bowl!"

"Uncle is so eerie... Help, I don't want to watch anymore, it's too scary."

"The shaman is just incredible, staying so calm in such a bizarre situation! I have a guess... Did Dr. Wu Heng already know this was going to happen?"

"I'm about to throw up—so the lean meat in Brother Qiang's porridge was... was... human??"

Whether it was Huang Qiang's live stream or Chengde Medical Hall's, viewers were absolutely terrified!

But seeing Wu Heng's calm demeanor, even leisurely eating sticky rice, the panicked netizens gradually found a sense of calm in him.

Many scared but curious netizens simply switched from Huang Qiang's stream to Chengde Medical Hall's.

Even though they were miles apart, connected only by the internet, there was an inexplicable sense of security with Wu Heng.

Li Hao and his crew, witnessing such a bizarre event, saw the audience in their live stream plummet as everyone rushed to Wu Heng's stream. He was so angry he was practically crawling on the floor: "Why are there so many people!"

With so many people, how would the shaman notice them?

The live stream suddenly filled with the sharp sound of the stone pot shattering. Wang Qiang, who had earlier confronted Wu Heng so boldly, now looked like a terrified quail, standing up from the stone table and backing away.

"Un... Uncle, you... you..."

He stammered, unable to get a full sentence out.

"Wu Heng, was this your doing?!" Huang Qiang kept backing away, not daring to look Huang Zhigang in the eye, and could only shout at Wu Heng, who was connected via live stream.

Wu Heng chewed on the soft, sweet sticky rice, paired with the crispy pickles Eugene had made just yesterday. His handsome face, aside from showing his enjoyment of the food, bore an innocent smile: "Don't wrong a good person."

Huang Zhigang's empty right sleeve dripped blood onto the concrete floor of the rural courtyard. Huang Qiang was forced to retreat until he stumbled backward into the vegetable patch.

Though frightened, the netizens felt more sympathy for Huang Qiang. Brother Qiang had already gone through enough, running around for his uncle's illness—how could he encounter such a thing? Many netizens tagged their trusted paranormal bloggers.

An ID named "Three Waters Real Person" commented: ["Possessed."]

"!! I knew it! Uncle is clearly not normal, damn it."

"Isn't it said that what goes around comes around? Brother Qiang's family is very good; they donated 500,000 for charity for poor children's education three months ago. Good people get no reward."

"I live nearby and I wouldn't dare go; there are weasels on that mountain, sometimes they come down at midnight, afraid of getting caught up in it."

...

Huang Zhigang's eyes narrowed to slits, his gaze tightly gripping the terrified Huang Qiang, questioning again: "Qiangzi, why aren't you eating?"

Huang Qiang was so scared he wet himself, his urine soaking into the vegetable patch, and could only shake his head repeatedly.

Huang Zhigang, hidden in the mist, his deep voice turning sharp, sounding more like an animal mimicking human speech, tilted his head and smiled strangely: "You can eat our meat, why not eat your own?"

Everyone's scalps tingled—this... this was clearly not Uncle speaking.

Huang Qiang wanted to vomit; he kept clawing at his throat, shaking his head incessantly.

Many netizens felt their hearts pounding as they watched. In a dog-eat-dog world, could it really be that just because Huang Qiang and his uncle had eaten some pork before, they ended up in such a situation? After all, pigs are just farm animals. They also eat pork, and now Huang Qiang is in this mess—who knows if they might be next?

Wu Heng said, "Three things we do not kill: those of unknown origin, those that are pregnant, and those that plead for their lives. You've hit all three."

As soon as Wu Heng spoke, the netizens were still pondering, but Huang Qiang burst out like a dry branch catching fire, yelling in the vegetable garden: "I didn't know that porcupine was pregnant! I didn't know it was pleading for its life when it knelt down! It wasn't me, it was my uncle who did it!"

The words that slipped out made Huang Qiang instantly regretful. Now, forget about extorting a large sum of money from Wu Heng's family, he might end up in jail.

The viewers in the live stream were instantly shocked, and the chat exploded.

"A porcupine? Not a regular pig? I checked, and wild porcupines are protected animals. This is really of unknown origin. Wow! Isn't this illegal?"

"This is a crime, a serious crime! Killing a pregnant protected animal? My world is falling apart. I always thought Huang Qiang and Huang Zhigang were honest rural men."

"Huang Qiang's house is right next to the protected mountain area. What tools did they use to capture a protected animal? The more you think about it, the creepier it gets."

"Did Wu Heng know from the very beginning? Wow, that's impressive. He really knows medicine and metaphysics, and his shamanic dance is so lively and wild."

"Someone should call the police."

"My God, a pregnant animal kneeling and pleading for its life, have they no sympathy at all? Huang Qiang, you really should be punished!"

Netizens who had previously felt sorry for Huang Qiang were instantly furious, immediately unfollowing and turning against him.

Actually, a porcupine isn't really a pig; it's more like a hedgehog. But in his faint memories, Wu Heng remembered his grandfather saying not to catch such animals, as they are protected by the state.

Huang Zhigang used his right hand to kill the pregnant porcupine, and now someone has taken his right hand but let him live, not taking advantage of the Huang family.

Soon, everyone noticed something strange in the live stream. In the dark night, they could vaguely see a weasel with beady eyes and a melon-skin hat standing in the distance! It was staring intently at Huang Zhigang and Huang Qiang with a creepy gaze.

The weasel, also known as the yellow-skinned weasel, is one of the five great immortals.

The viewers in the live stream screamed once more, scrambling around their homes in fear.

Even without Wu Heng speaking, some knowledgeable netizens knew what the yellow-skinned weasel meant. The Yellow Great Immortal can possess and bewitch people. Clearly, this bizarre scene had the Yellow Great Immortal's hand in it.

Until the nearly half-meter-tall weasel turned and dashed into the mountains, the mist in the small courtyard dispersed, and Huang Zhigang, who had just been aggressively questioning his nephew, suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Huang Qiang struggled to climb out of the vegetable garden. As soon as he got up, he heard Huang Zhigang groan, awakened by the intense pain from his right arm.

Huang Zhigang didn't know what had just happened, but when he habitually raised his hand, he found his right hand missing.

Huang Zhigang screamed in terror, his voice hoarse as if a bone was stuck in his throat: "My right hand? Where is my right hand?"

Huang Qiang, of course, knew where his uncle's right hand was—in his stomach!

Feeling nauseous, he frantically clawed at his throat, trying to force himself to vomit, his fingers almost tearing his throat apart. He even thought about going to the hospital to have his stomach pumped, but he couldn't vomit, no matter how hard he tried, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Wu Heng finally finished his meal, slowly putting down his bamboo chopsticks, as if finally catching up with his own rhythm, and said, "Oh, by the way, that pill has a secondary function—it induces vomiting."

In the night, Wu Heng's low voice was like the ultimate temptation. Huang Qiang's eyes instantly turned red, his mind filled with the thought of vomiting out what was in his stomach!

Huang Qiang rushed towards the stone table in a flash, grabbing the remaining half of the mud ball on the table.

As he was about to shove it into his mouth, Huang Zhigang, coming from nowhere, grabbed Huang Qiang's hand, also trying to snatch the half mud ball.

Huang Zhigang only had a vague memory of what had just happened, but his subconscious told him that the half pill had prevented him from fainting from blood loss. Besides, the pill was originally meant for him!

"Uncle, don't be so selfish. You've already eaten half, what's wrong with giving me the other half?" Huang Qiang roared.

Huang Zhigang winced in pain as he looked at his mutilated right arm and angrily scolded his nephew, "I'm selfish? I was the one behind all your food videos!"

Huang Qiang, as if hit a nerve, fought with Huang Zhigang over the half pill, not backing down verbally: "I asked you to help me cook, but did I ask you to hunt protected animals in the reserve mountains? Hand it over! I need to induce vomiting!"

The two were locked in a fierce struggle, and whether it was the effect of the half hemostatic pill, the one-armed uncle was holding his own.

Ultimately, Huang Zhigang was more skilled, snatching the half mud ball and hastily swallowing it. Soon after, Huang Zhigang clutched his throat, now red and swollen, as he retched violently, and actually vomited out... a bloody bone.

He Yunxiao was dumbfounded, wasn't that a mud ball? Did it actually work?

Dr. Wu leisurely said, "I told you before, it would've been better to just cut the throat open, sooner or later you'll have to take a cut."

"??? So... Brother Qiang's delicious food videos were all made by Huang Zhigang? No wonder, no wonder, no wonder since the uncle got seriously ill, Brother Qiang stopped updating his food videos. I initially thought it was because Qiang was filial, but it turns out it was because the uncle couldn't do it anymore!"

"Wow, the shaman is incredible, did he know all along? There really was a bone stuck in the throat! Even an ultrasound couldn't spot it, he's truly miraculous!"

"Just like the streamer mentioned, it would have been better to agree to cut the throat open to remove the bone, although it would have meant a cut, but this cut cost an arm!"

"My world just came crashing down, no integrity, no culinary talent, what was I even following Huang Qiang for?"

Gradually, all the netizens came to realize that Dr. Wu's claim to be a shaman, apart from medicine, the most important was the mysterious shamanism.

Putting aside all the strange events tonight, just say, did Wu Heng cure Huang Zhigang's swollen throat?

Now that's what you call a miracle doctor!

The wail of police sirens echoed through the village night. Wu Heng just said, "Burn the bone," and then disconnected from Huang Qiang's food live stream.

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Over there, Li Hao and a few others immediately looked tense. With Huang Zhigang's re-examination done, would a new patient be selected?

If Wu Heng curing He Yunxiao's snake fetus was just a fluke, then the bone stuck in Huang Zhigang's throat being vomited out by a pill, could that be fake? Li Hao and his crew were now convinced that only Wu Heng could cure their crawling disorder.

"What number are we at?"

The guy with dyed yellow hair frowned and speculated, "Just saw it was 12th, now suddenly 999+."

Li Hao cursed angrily, "It's got to be that bastard He Yunxiao, that beast using public office for private revenge."

Indeed, He Yunxiao had used his admin powers to pull this off, not out of personal revenge, but because he recognized Li Hao and his group's ID avatars, recalling their previous attitudes, he guessed they were here to cause trouble, so he simply dropped their ranking to the bottom.

Last time, Li Hao and his group were extremely arrogant, saying they would apologize? Never in this lifetime!

He Yunxiao thought about it and simply blacklisted these people, also wary of them creating alternate accounts or buying trolls to cause trouble.

Now, even being 999+ in the queue wasn't enough; they were directly kicked out of the live stream, infuriating Li Hao and his group, who crawled around madly on the ground.

Li Hao's face was so dark it looked like a thundercloud. He sneered through gritted teeth, "Blacklist us? Then don't blame us for being unrighteous! Get me some burner accounts!"

In less than two minutes, a large number of accounts with IDs like "Li Hao" and "Wang Dong" flooded into the Chengde Medical Hall live stream.

He Yunxiao accurately saw the message sent by Li Hao's alternate account: "Wu Heng, He Yunxiao, you forced us into this!"

He Yunxiao's heart skipped a beat. It's over! Dr. Wu handed over the live stream management to him, and on the first day, the live stream was about to be ruined by these haters.

How could he face Wu Heng?

The next moment—

A flood of gift animations took over the screen, with the largest font writing a line:

"Dad, we were wrong! Please save us!"