Horror Camgirl - Ch. 14: He’s Actually a Ghost
I shared the viewers' thoughts with Tang Mingli and Yin Shengyao, though Yin Shengyao wasn’t aware of the live stream.
With a cold expression, Yin Shengyao said, “Emms Hotel’s current General Manager, the Chairman’s son-in-law, reportedly started here as a Lobby Manager. He quickly married the Chairman's daughter soon after.”
Realizing this, I said, “No wonder he insisted on dismissing superstitions and denied the existence of ghosts. He must be guilty of something.”
Tang Mingli replied, “Now’s not the time for this. We need to figure out a way to get out.”
I thought for a moment. “I have an idea, though I’m not sure if it’ll work.”
Both looked at me in surprise. I took seven peachwood stakes and a small hammer from my backpack, moved to the stairway door, and said, “I learned a Minor Magic Technique from an expert to counter ghost traps; maybe it can break this ghostly space.”
Then, I channeled a small amount of Spiritual Energy into the hammer and nails and drove one into the ground. Although the floor was concrete, the nail sank in as if it were soft soil, leaving both men stunned, especially Yin Shengyao, whose eyes glinted with curiosity.
I placed the seven peachwood stakes in a Big Dipper formation and smeared Cinnabar on each, my forehead dripping with sweat from the effort.
Tang Mingli offered me a handkerchief. I smiled in thanks. For some reason, Yin Shengyao seemed displeased, though his perpetually stoic face didn’t reveal much—handsome or not, he was still an expressionless statue.
Then, following a gesture from a handbook given to me by True Lord Zhengyang, I quickly formed a spell sign and chanted, “God of Blessing and Virtue, protect the villagers, guide travelers on difficult paths. Lend me your light, by decree.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, the seven stakes emitted a sudden burst of light, shooting down the hallway.
If this were truly a ghost trap, the light should dispel the illusion. However, the light vanished without a trace, and the corridor remained as it was—the Eighteenth Floor, not a stairway.
My face turned pale; it hadn’t worked at all.
Yin Shengyao sneered, “I thought you had some grand ability. Turns out it’s nothing impressive.”
Frustrated, I couldn’t help but think how venomous this man’s words were.
Tang Mingli interjected, “Then why don’t you try?”
Yin Shengyao cast him a cold glance but remained silent. I gave Tang Mingli a thumbs-up.
As we returned to the room, I noticed a viewer named “Dong Fengchui” who caught my attention.
After his comment, he even gifted me a crown.
Dong Fengchui spoke again.
I laughed at myself; if he knew what I looked like, he’d probably never come to Emms Hotel.
We returned to Room 1814, where the corpse on the floor was still lying there, looking disturbingly eerie. Tang Mingli pulled off a bedsheet to cover it. “Let’s move to Room 1813. Staying here with a corpse isn’t very comfortable.”
“Uncomfortable” didn’t even begin to cover it; it was terrifying.
Just as we turned to leave, the corpse on the floor suddenly moved.
With the white sheet draped over it, it slowly rose to its feet.
Yin Shengyao’s face changed. He spun around, delivering a powerful kick to the corpse, sending it flying several meters.
The sheet slid off, revealing a ghastly pale face with a deep bruise around its neck.
Its hands, claw-like, reached for us. Yin Shengyao pivoted, delivering another sharp kick to its head, causing it to tilt sideways.
I had to admit, he looked pretty cool while kicking.
“Run!” Tang Mingli shouted. The three of us bolted out of the room, the female corpse chasing after us, her nails gleaming black.
Yin Shengyao quickly shut the door, which automatically locked, leaving the sound of scratching behind us.
We finally breathed a sigh of relief and headed to Room 1813. Just as we settled, I felt a sudden stomachache.
Could it have been the barbecue tonight?
I hesitated and whispered to Tang Mingli, “I need to use the bathroom. Could you come with me?”
The bathrooms between the rooms were connected; I didn’t want to be interrupted by a female ghost mid-bathroom visit. Having someone nearby felt safer.
“No problem,” Tang Mingli replied, shooting a mocking glance at Yin Shengyao.
Yin Shengyao frowned but said nothing.
The five-star hotel’s bathroom was lavish, even equipped with a small sofa. I sat on the toilet; the sofa was facing away, so he couldn’t see me.
Relieved, I was finishing up when my phone vibrated—it was “Dong Fengchui” asking to add me as a friend. I immediately accepted.
Through my earphones, I heard his anxious voice, “Host, this is Dong Fengchui. Can you hear me?”
“Yes,” I replied quickly.
Dong Fengchui’s voice trembled, sounding terrified.
“I’m on the eighteenth floor right now. I saw someone here; they seem to be looking for you.”
“Who?” I asked, puzzled.
“Promise me you won’t be scared.”
“Just say it already!”
After a few seconds of silence, he said, “Host, I saw Tyrant!”
My hand shook, nearly dropping the phone.
I raised my head slowly, looking at Tang Mingli sitting with his back to me. If Dong Fengchui was on the real eighteenth floor and saw Tang Mingli, then who was this person in front of me?
“Are you sure?” I typed instead of speaking, to avoid alerting him.
Dong Fengchui replied, “I already told Tyrant…”
Before he finished, my phone was snatched away, and I heard Tang Mingli’s voice through the earphones: “Jun Yao, where are you?”
It was really Tang Mingli!
My hand trembled as the real Tang Mingli, sounding worried, continued, “Didn’t I call you to tell you I couldn’t come tonight? Why did you still go?”
Startled, I typed, “When did you call me?”
“At around seven,” he said. “You said you understood, but when I heard you were in trouble, I rushed over.”
My hands shook even more. I had never received any call from him!
Which meant the Tang Mingli with me now was a fake!
The realization was horrifying—had I been living with a ghost this entire time?
“Jun Yao, are you done?” The Tang Mingli in front of me stood up slowly. I forced myself to remain calm, pretending nothing was amiss. “Almost done.”
I fixed my clothes and carefully studied him. He looked exactly like Tang Mingli, both in appearance and expression.
Was he really a ghost in disguise?
Wait, Dong Fengchui might not be trustworthy—what if this was all a trap?
I had to be sure.
Following the instructions from the handbook, I channeled Spiritual Energy into my eyes and looked at him again.
What I saw almost stopped my heart. The figure in front of me was a ghostly woman, face pale, a rope around her neck!
I suppressed my fear, quickly walked out of the bathroom, and spotted Yin Shengyao. I stumbled slightly, and when he reached out to steady me, I quickly traced a few words on his palm.
“He’s a ghost.”
Then I discreetly slipped a cinnabar-coated knife into his hand.
Yin Shengyao’s eyes flickered for a moment. Then, releasing me, he sneered, “Stand on your own. Women are such a nuisance.”
I forced a smile, gathering my courage, and turned to the fake Tang Mingli. “This guy has issues with women. He’s definitely not a good buddy.”
The fake Tang Mingli laughed, and I saw Yin Shengyao stiffen slightly, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me. I felt a chill down my spine.
I opened the mini-fridge, finding a variety of beers and a few bottles of wine. Pulling out a bottle, I asked, “How about a drink to calm our nerves?”
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