Horror Camgirl - Ch. 16: Crafting the Scar Removal Ointment
A flash of killing intent appeared in Yin Shengyao’s eyes as he gripped his knife and brought it down, severing the ghost woman’s head.
In an instant, the ghost transformed into wisps of dark smoke that drifted into my nose and mouth.
I quickly touched my cheek; yet another lump had vanished from the right side, and it was the biggest one. This particular growth, right on my eye socket, had made my brow droop, giving me a terrifying appearance.
Internally, I was thrilled. This ghost had committed countless evil deeds and harmed many guests, so removing this tumor felt like some poetic justice.
Manager Lin, seeing the ghost was finally dead, visibly relaxed, then burst into hysterical laughter. “Dead! She’s finally, truly dead. Zhou Xiaohui, I fooled you when you were alive, and I’ve fooled you in death too. Those parents of yours, they took their own lives years ago. And you really thought I’d take care of them? How gullible can you be?”
His gloating infuriated the audience in the live stream.
“Well, if a good deed must be done…” I rushed forward and kicked him in the head, leaving a dark footprint on his face.
He flew into a rage, yelling, “How dare you kick me? Do you even know who I am?”
Before he could finish, Tang Mingli landed a punch on his face, knocking him out cold.
“Why waste words on scum like this?” Tang Mingli remarked.
With the ghost gone, the eerie dimension began to dissolve, and we found ourselves back in the real world.
“Streamer, you’re a streamer, right?” Dong Fengchui ran over excitedly. “You’re all safe—thank goodness.”
I nodded at him and said, “Thanks for all your help.”
Dong Fengchui blushed. “No need to thank me… But… do you think we could take a picture together?” He hesitated, adding, “If I could even just get a glimpse of the real you, that would be amazing.”
My heart sank. I’d never taken a picture before, not even in school photos—no one wanted me there, not even the teachers, who’d say I was the rotten apple that spoiled the bunch. They worried others would feel sick seeing such an ugly person in their photos.
Sensing my thoughts, Tang Mingli spoke up, “The streamer’s got a mystique to keep up. Her appearance stays secret.”
Dong Fengchui quickly nodded. “I get it—I understand.”
Tang Mingli turned to me. “The police might be on their way. You should go; I’ll take care of things here. Don’t worry.”
He instructed two of his bodyguards, “Help Madam Yuan get home safely.”
I nodded at him, casting a glance at Yin Shengyao, who was watching me with a scrutinizing gaze. I looked away, speeding up my steps.
Did he recognize me? If he did, would he silence me?
Uneasy, I hurried home and opened Black Rock TV, where a pop-up notification invited me to upgrade my live stream room. Without thinking too much about it, I accepted, spending nearly two hours on the upgrade, but nothing seemed particularly different afterward.
I counted up the donations from the live stream, and the total left me stunned—over a hundred thousand! My fourth stream had broken the six-figure mark, something unheard of.
The lingering fear of Yin Shengyao vanished as I checked my level. I’d gone from Black Iron Level to Silver Level, raising my earnings share to 80 percent!
This was it—I’d hit the jackpot.
Who would have thought live streaming could be so profitable?
Flipping through the platform, I saw Black Rock TV was now filled with ghost-hunting streams, though most were gimmicky with fake effects and cheap theatrics. Peeking into a few, I saw nothing but complaints from viewers.
I wondered, why was I able to encounter ghosts every time while others hardly saw one in their lives? Did I have some kind of ghost-attracting aura?
A chill crept up my spine. No way… or else, why hadn’t I seen ghosts in my first twenty years?
Ding-dong.
The alert startled me, revealing a friend request from someone named “Cloud Fairy.”
My eyes lit up. Cloud Fairy had gifted me five crowns during my last stream—a big spender not to be ignored.
I accepted, and a bright, pleasant voice came through my headphones. “True Lord Zhengyang wasn’t wrong. You’re really quite something with these ghost-busting streams.”
“Oh, so you’re a friend of True Lord Zhengyang! Didn’t he catch my stream today?”
“He was busy today, but I thought I’d check it out myself. You didn’t disappoint,” Cloud Fairy laughed. “You’re lucky, but your ghost-busting skills… not so much. And your equipment? It’s second-rate. Why not invest in some quality tools?”
I blushed, admitting, “I’m strapped for cash. I’ve got a family member in the hospital that’s a constant expense, and I don’t have a regular job, so I save wherever I can.”
Cloud Fairy shook her head. “That won’t cut it. You lucked out this time, but if you run into something tougher, it could be your last stream. I’m in a good mood today, and I like you. I’ll send you a recipe for a medicinal ointment you can sell to make some money—so your ghost-hunting streams don’t turn into death wishes.”
She sent me a document, and I opened it to find a scar removal ointment formula.
Just as I was about to ask more, Cloud Fairy logged off. Her profile was as empty as True Lord Zhengyang’s. Clearly, they were in a league of their own.
The ingredients in the formula were pretty common, so I went to a herbal medicine store, bought a few pounds, and set to work. The preparation was straightforward, like brewing herbal medicine—a task I often did for my grandma.
After filtering out the residue, I continued boiling the concentrated decoction. When nearly dry, I had to add a trace of Spiritual Energy.
While anyone could handle the earlier steps, this final infusion of Spiritual Energy was crucial and out of reach for most people. Since I hadn’t mastered channeling it, I carefully infused a hint by gripping the pot handle.
As soon as my Spiritual Energy merged into the thick decoction, a faint glow shimmered and quickly disappeared.
After about half an hour, the liquid evaporated, leaving a thin layer of white cream.
Despite the dark concoction, it had condensed into a pristine ointment with an unusual, pleasant fragrance.
I scraped it out and transferred it to a fine porcelain box I’d bought along with the herbs. The cream, pure white and smooth, looked stunning against the blue-and-white porcelain, though I wondered—would it actually work?
I decided to test it on myself.
On the back of my hand was a scar from a childhood prank gone wrong. I applied a small dab, feeling an initial coolness that quickly warmed.
Exhausted from the day, I sat down to meditate, and by the next morning, after absorbing another wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi, my Spiritual Energy felt even more robust.
Stretching, I noticed my right hand’s back was smooth and clear. Shocked, I rubbed it—sure enough, the scar had vanished.
The ointment truly worked, and fast! A ten-year-old scar had disappeared overnight.
I could only imagine the stir this would cause if I sold it.
After a few more self-tests, both old and fresh scars disappeared without a trace. Staring in the mirror, I realized my skin was now flawless, like a finely crafted work of art.
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