Horror Camgirl - Ch. 11: Goodbye, Yin Shengyao
He seemed to have had a couple of drinks, a sinister smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Tang Shao has excellent taste in women. I have to see just how beautiful you are for him to be so protective."
With that, he tore off my mask in one swift motion.
He was so fast, I didn't even have time to stop him.
"No!" I cried out, covering my face, but it was too late. He had already gotten a clear look and immediately showed a shocked expression. "So ugly? Is Tang Shao blind?"
I trembled all over, wanting to flee, but he blocked my path. "I get it," he sneered. "Tang Shao must be tired of beauties and wants to try something ugly for a change." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "An ugly face, but a nice body. Cover the face, and maybe it’s still playable."
I shook even more violently.
Why? Why don't these men see me as a person? Is it so impossible for them to leave me even the smallest shred of dignity? Must they crush me into the dirt like a weed before they're satisfied?
"Or maybe you have some kind of... special skills?" Young Master Long's eyes filled with malice. "Something that keeps men begging?"
I lowered my head, unable to say a word.
"Enough." A stern voice cut through. Young Master Long turned around with a grin, saying, "Tang Shao, why don't you tell me? What exactly about this woman attracts you?"
Before he could finish, Tang Mingli’s fist slammed into his face, sending him flying.
Enraged, Young Master Long jumped up and charged at Tang Mingli.
Who would've thought? Young Master Long knew some martial arts too. But compared to Tang Mingli, his skills were nowhere close. In just a few moves, he was knocked down, struggling for a long time to even stand.
Humiliated, he shouted, "Tang Mingli, don't be so smug. If you ever face my older brother, he'll knock your teeth out."
Tang Mingli cast him a cold glance. "So proud of hiding behind others? The Long family, as usual, is nothing special."
With that, he took my hand. "Let's go."
Outside the Serenity Hall, Tang Mingli still looked angry. "Why didn’t you fight back? Just let him bark at you like that?"
I took a deep breath. "What good would it do? I have nothing right now. You aristocrats could crush me with a single finger. If I fought back, I'd only be humiliating myself and facing punishment ten or even a hundred times worse. All I can do is endure until the day I’m strong enough to stand before you all with dignity."
Tang Mingli fell silent, looking at me with a mix of helplessness, sadness, and pity.
But pity is the last thing I need.
Pity often hurts more than insult.
On the way home, I didn’t say a word. Once I got back, I sat down to cultivate my Qi. I had to become stronger, much stronger, to protect myself and my family.
Dignity isn’t given by others; it’s something you win back for yourself.
Guiding my breath repeatedly through my body, I continued until dawn, when a trace of purple energy appeared with the rising sun. I quickly drew it into my body.
The energy seemed to grow more robust.
Is this what they call the Hongmeng Purple Qi?
By morning, I felt refreshed, as if filled with endless strength.
I spent the day studying the booklet given to me by True Lord Zhengyang and preparing. By the third night, we arrived at Emms Hotel and booked Room 1814.
Just as we walked into the lobby, I froze, my feet as heavy as lead, unable to move.
I saw him again, Yin Shengyao.
The man who took my innocence and treated me like a monster.
The one who left my brother in a vegetative state.
He hadn’t noticed me, walking straight towards the elevator.
He was incredibly handsome, wearing a sharp, casual suit, his movements exuding an unmistakable regal air.
Such a man, with a heart of a snake and scorpion.
“What’s wrong?” Tang Mingli placed a hand on my shoulder, whispering in my ear.
I lowered my head, concealing the hatred in my eyes. "Nothing," I replied calmly.
Tang Mingli didn’t press further and accompanied me into another elevator, heading for the eighteenth floor.
Room 1814 was at the end of a dimly lit corridor. For some reason, the lighting on this floor was particularly gloomy, casting an eerie shadow that sent chills down my spine.
I opened the live streaming room, naming the session: "Phantom Nightmare: The Haunted Room 1814."
Within moments, over a hundred viewers had joined.
In those few minutes, three crowns appeared in the stream.
I began explaining, "Everyone, have you seen the American horror movie *1408*? I loved it, and tonight, we’ll be streaming from a haunted hotel room."
I introduced the room’s background and said, "Tonight, I’ll be staying here with a guest—" I turned the camera to Tang Mingli. "What should the viewers call you?"
Tang Mingli rubbed his chin. "Call me Tyrant."
I twitched slightly and said, "Alright, everyone, let’s get to the point. Tonight, Tyrant and I will stay in the haunted Room 1814 and see if ghosts truly linger here."
I rubbed my forehead, exasperated. "As I’ve told you all, I’m quite unattractive, so to save everyone from losing their dinner, we’ll skip the face-cam. Alright, let me give you a tour of the room."
Even though Emms Hotel was a five-star establishment, Room 1814 was only a standard suite. Yet, the decor and furnishings were quite high-end.
Still, it felt cold.
I checked the air conditioning; it was set to twenty-six degrees, but the chill was unusual.
Too much yin energy.
I gave the audience a full tour of the room and said, "It’s only a little after eight, too early for ghosts to appear, so we’ll rest for now and meet again at midnight."
After closing the live stream, I let out a sigh and turned to Tang Mingli. "We have four hours. I’ll go downstairs and grab some snacks, and we can eat while we wait."
Tang Mingli nodded, carefully polishing his peachwood sword with a piece of velvet cloth.
I bought a box of grilled snacks and stepped into the elevator. Just as the doors were closing, a hand slipped in, forcing them open.
I looked up and froze again.
Yin Shengyao had stepped inside!
I quickly lowered my head, pulling my cap down. He didn’t seem to recognize me, and as the elevator ascended, cold sweat covered my palms.
I had a knife in my pocket. If I took it out now and stabbed him, would I have any chance?
Glancing at him from the corner of my eye, I noted his tall frame and the powerful muscles I knew lay beneath his suit. And I was just a woman, with only a chicken’s blood on my hands.
I wasn’t his match, and… I wasn’t sure I had it in me.
Killing someone isn’t easy.
“What perfume are you wearing?”
I flinched. Was he talking to me?
“Don’t make me ask again.” His voice was cold, carrying a tone that brooked no refusal. I clenched my fist and took a deep breath. “I don’t wear perfume.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly but didn’t press further.
The elevator reached the eighteenth floor, and I quickly walked out, only to find him stepping out as well.
A chill ran through me. Had he recognized me?
I quickened my pace, reaching Room 1814, and heard the sound of a door opening behind me.
Yin Shengyao was staying in Room 1813?
Right next to us?
Was this… a coincidence?
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