Horror Camgirl - Ch. 15: Extreme Yin Eight Trigram Formation
I poured myself a drink. As the fake Tang Mingli took the glass from my hand, Yin Shengyao suddenly grabbed the small knife and stabbed it fiercely into his carotid artery.
"Ah!" The fake Tang Mingli let out a scream—in a woman's voice! His body shook and transformed into a terrifying female ghost, her gaze vicious beyond compare. She swung her palm backward toward Yin Shengyao's chest.
Yin Shengyao reacted swiftly, dodging the attack with a quick sidestep.
The female ghost's figure flickered and then vanished.
I was secretly shocked; that knife hadn't been able to kill her.
The cinnabar smeared on the blade wasn't ordinary—it was mixed according to the recipe in True Yang Master's booklet and was said to kill ordinary resentful ghosts.
Could it be that this female ghost was more than just a resentful ghost?
If she was a vengeful ghost, she wouldn't be easy to deal with.
At this moment, Dong Fengchui sent another bullet comment.
Only then did the viewers breathe a sigh of relief, but they quickly became tense again.
Because the overhead lights flickered and suddenly went out.
I hurriedly pulled out my Wolf-Eye flashlight, feeling something sweeping above my head. The moment I turned on the flashlight, I saw a long-haired female ghost hanging upside down from the ceiling. What was sweeping around was her hair.
Her black hair suddenly extended, wrapping around my neck and lifting me into the air.
I grabbed my neck, struggling desperately. Are you kidding me? Strangling again? Can't you come up with something new?
A small knife flew through the air, cutting off the hair. I fell to the ground, and a strong hand grabbed my arm, pulling me behind him.
Yin Shengyao actually saved me!
I felt extremely conflicted. I hated him to the core—in my heart, he was ruthless and cruel. I never expected him to save me.
"Show me everything you've got," Yin Shengyao said, turning his face slightly, his gaze coldly fixed on me.
The female ghost floated upward, crawling along the ceiling, appearing and disappearing.
I gritted my teeth and handed the Ghost-Slaying Blade to him. "You distract her; I'll figure something out."
Without a moment's hesitation, Yin Shengyao took the knife and rushed forward. He tapped a few spots on the wall and then slashed at the female ghost crawling toward him.
To confront a female ghost head-on without flinching—I had to respect him as a real man.
I calmed myself. The booklet only contained some simple introductory stuff, mostly effective against resentful ghosts. To deal with a vengeful ghost, there was only one method.
But it was extremely dangerous.
Whatever, I'll risk it.
I picked up the knife and cut each of my palms, the pain making my face scrunch up, hissing through clenched teeth.
Using a woman's palm blood to draw a Yin-Yang Eight Trigram Diagram forms an Extreme Yin Formation, which can absorb the ghost's yin energy, greatly reducing her power, allowing us to deal with her using methods for resentful ghosts.
Enduring the severe pain, I smeared my blood generously on the ground. After much effort, I finally finished the drawing. Looking up, I saw that Yin Shengyao was actually fighting the female ghost to a standstill.
"Quick, lure her over here!" I shouted.
Yin Shengyao frowned slightly. With a swift motion, he slashed her arm, then turned and ran. The female ghost showed an extremely furious expression. She kicked off the wall with all four limbs and lunged toward us.
Yin Shengyao dodged aside, and the female ghost landed precisely on the Extreme Yin Eight Trigram Diagram.
The diagram suddenly lit up. The female ghost let out a miserable scream, and all the resentment energy in her body began to flow into the diagram.
Meanwhile, on the eighteenth floor of the outside world, Tang Mingli's face was full of anger, while Dong Fengchui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Dong Fengchui was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old guy who had just been admitted to Shan City University of Political Science and Law. He had liked supernatural stuff since he was a child. After watching the last live broadcast, he was eager to try. This time, seeing that the hotel being live-streamed was near his school, he eagerly came over.
He was holding his phone, watching the thrilling scene inside, and anxiously said, "Brother Tang, do you have any way to get in? We can't just watch them die in there."
"Shut up," Tang Mingli scolded with a gloomy face. This kid was getting on his nerves.
Dong Fengchui felt a bit wronged.
At that moment, two tall bodyguards, clearly ex-special forces, escorted a man in his thirties over.
The man was somewhat handsome and gentle-looking—the type girls liked.
"What are you doing? Why are you bringing me here?" He glanced at Room 1814, his face full of panic and fear.
"Manager Lin," Tang Mingli said coldly, "you should know why I had people bring you here."
Manager Lin swallowed, avoiding his gaze. "I—I don't understand."
"Since you don't understand, let me remind you," Tang Mingli's eyes were icy. "Zhou Xiaohui—you should remember her?"
Manager Lin shuddered all over. "She used to work here, in charge of procurement. Later, she got depression and hanged herself in the hotel."
"Suicide?" Tang Mingli sneered. "Was it really suicide?"
Manager Lin's face turned pale with nervousness. "The police said it was suicide. Wasn't it?"
Tang Mingli took out a dossier and threw it to him. "This is evidence of you and Zhou Xiaohui taking huge kickbacks from procurement back then—enough to put you in jail for five or six years."
Manager Lin trembled as he flipped through it, panicking after just a few pages. "Wh—what do you want?"
"Very simple." Tang Mingli grabbed his shoulder, dragged him into the room, looked up at the void, and shouted, "Zhou Xiaohui, debts have their debtors. The person you're looking for is here."
At this moment, Zhou Xiaohui was lying on the Extreme Yin Eight Trigram Diagram, her body emitting wisps of green smoke. Her power was greatly weakened but still strong.
This female ghost was no longer an ordinary vengeful ghost—she was probably just one step away from advancing to a fierce ghost.
In that instant, she seemed to hear Tang Mingli's shout, let out a roar, and suddenly a ripple appeared in mid-air, pulling both Tang Mingli and Manager Lin in.
Manager Lin, upon seeing the female ghost, was so frightened that his legs went weak. The female ghost's eyes were filled with venomous hatred, her resentment surging, and she was about to break free from the Extreme Yin Eight Trigram Formation.
I rushed over, gave Manager Lin a hard kick, and shouted, "Was it you who killed her back then and made it look like a suicide? Speak!"
Manager Lin was already scared out of his wits and immediately replied, "It was me. No—you have to listen to my explanation. Back then, I just wanted her to stop shouting. I used a bit too much force. Who would have thought I'd strangle her... It was an accident, all an accident!"
"Did you want to dump her back then and marry the hotel chairman's daughter?" Manager Lin held his head. "Yes, yes, but I didn't even like that woman. She and her dad forced me. Xiaohui, I'm sorry. I—I love you very much. I really couldn't bear to leave you."
The live-streaming room was filled with indignation.
Manager Lin kept pleading, "Xiaohui, please forgive me. I've also taken care of your parents. Your dad loves the white-cut chicken from Spring and Autumn Chicken. I personally buy it every week and bring it to him. And your mom—her lumbar spine isn't good. I arranged for the best doctors to give her physiotherapy, and she's much better now."
Perhaps thinking of her parents, Zhou Xiaohui's resentment diminished a lot, and the Extreme Yin Eight Trigram Formation absorbed even faster. Her power dropped directly to the level of a resentful ghost.
An idea flashed in my mind, and I shouted, "Do it!"
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