Horror Camgirl - Ch. 18: Thunder-Struck Wood
"It's ordinary sandalwood," she said. "I like the elegant scent of sandalwood."
I frowned and said, "This smell is a bit strange. May I take a look?"
Zhu Ling was very trusting of me and nodded, saying, "Please, go ahead."
At that moment, I noticed the middle-aged maid trailing behind showing signs of nervousness, which made my heart stir.
Could there really be something fishy?
I walked into the room, and the exotic fragrance grew stronger. I picked up the purple clay incense burner, opened it, and sniffed. To my surprise, I exclaimed, "There's Spiral Grass in here!"
Using my peripheral vision, I glanced at the middle-aged maid. Upon hearing "Spiral Grass," her face instantly turned pale.
Zhu Ling curiously asked, "What is Spiral Grass?"
I spoke seriously, "Spiral Grass is a plant that can cause hallucinations. When I was a child in the countryside, I saw a deceitful shaman who was invited by families to summon the spirits of recently deceased elders. She had no real ability to summon spirits; she relied on putting a large amount of Spiral Grass into the incense burner to induce hallucinations among the family members. My grandmother publicly exposed her tricks by taking out the unburned Spiral Grass powder from the incense burner. The scent I smelled at that time was the same as this."
Zhu Ling's face turned pale, "No wonder I've been having nightmares lately. I was poisoned!"
I said seriously, "Long-term inhalation of Spiral Grass is no different from drug addiction. Your mind will gradually deteriorate, plagued by nightmares, eventually leading to insanity and suicide."
Zhu Ling shivered all over. Her face was ruined, her career was lost. If she were to commit suicide at this point, no one would suspect anything.
Such a ruthless scheme.
I said, "Ms. Zhu Ling, can you tell me who prepared the sandalwood for you? Such a sinister and malicious person must not be let go."
Zhu Ling turned her head to look at the middle-aged maid standing by the door, "Aunt Xin, have I been treating you badly? Why are you doing this to me?"
The middle-aged maid saw that things had been exposed and no longer argued. She glared at her with a venomous look and gritted her teeth, saying, "You killed my son. I want you to pay for his life!"
Zhu Ling angrily retorted, "Your son clearly died of illness. I even lent you a large sum of money for his treatment. I've done everything I could for you."
Aunt Xin burst into tears, "That money was all gambled away by my damned son's father!"
Zhu Ling said, "If that's the case, why didn't you go after him? Why come after me?"
Aunt Xin, gritting her teeth, said, "At that time, I borrowed 200,000 yuan from you, but you only agreed to lend me 100,000. If you had lent me 200,000, even if his father lost 100,000 in gambling, I would have had enough money to save my child. Zhu Ling, after serving you all these years, isn't twenty thousand yuan enough for me?"
Zhu Ling showed an incredulous expression in her eyes. Her reason for harming her was this. She had inquired before that the surgery only required 80,000 yuan, with the remaining 20,000 for nutrition, so she only borrowed 100,000 yuan. She didn't know that when she borrowed 200,000 yuan, the extra 100,000 was used by her husband for gambling.
The more I listened, the angrier I became. I angrily said, "Back then, couldn't you just leave the money with your husband for gambling? In the end, it's still your own weakness. You didn't even dare to take revenge on your husband. The reason you came after Ms. Zhu Ling is simply because she treated you well, and you thought she was easy to bully! You're both stupid and evil; you don't deserve to live!"
My words struck a nerve. She shouted and rushed at me recklessly but was kicked down by Tang Mingli.
Zhu Ling called the bodyguards, restrained her, and prepared to hand her over to the police the next day.
She had some genuine feelings for Aunt Xin and was deeply saddened. She found another room and went to bed early.
Early the next morning, I was awakened by a shout and hurried to Zhu Ling's bedroom. She was facing the mirror, crying bitterly.
I panicked. Could there be a problem with the ointment?
"Ms. Zhu Ling, are you okay?" I asked fearfully.
She turned her head, and I was stunned into breathlessness.
What a beautiful woman!
Her skin was as smooth as congealed fat, lips like red fruit, a charming smile, beautiful eyes glimmering with allure. Her gaze was mesmerizing with enchanting charm.
"I'm fine, I'm completely fine," she cried joyfully, grabbing my hand. "Jun Yao, thank you. You gave me a second life. From now on, you're my sister. Your matters are my business. Whenever you need anything, I'll definitely help you."
I hurriedly agreed, but deep down I wasn't convinced. Treating her injuries had been for a fee, and she was just speaking casually out of happiness. I mustn't take it seriously, or I would be imprudent.
At that moment, the bodyguard responsible for guarding Aunt Xin rushed in, anxiously saying, "Ms. Zhu Ling, bad news, Aunt Xin has run away."
"What?" Zhu Ling angrily exclaimed, "How could you let her escape?"
The bodyguard hung his head in shame, saying, "It's all my fault, ma'am. Please allow me to resign."
Before he finished, Tang Mingli coldly said, "You don't need to resign. Go to the police station first."
He strode into the room with a gloomy face, threw Aunt Xin to the ground like trash. Aunt Xin trembled with fear, desperately pleading, "Miss, please, spare me this time. I don't want to go to jail."
Zhu Ling was not foolish and coldly asked, "Tell me, who let you go?"
Aunt Xin trembled as she looked at the bodyguard, who suddenly kicked Tang Mingli and then quickly fled out the window.
Tang Mingli grabbed a decorative art piece from the table and threw it at the bodyguard, hitting him. The bodyguard screamed and collapsed to the ground, unconscious, with blood all over his head.
Aunt Xin was so frightened she almost fainted. Tang Mingli coldly demanded, "Confess honestly, who ordered you to poison Ms. Zhu Ling? If you dare to tell a lie, it won't just be about going to jail."
Aunt Xin trembled like chaff and quickly said, "I'll say anything. Miss, it was Song Na who had me poison you."
Zhu Ling's face changed dramatically. She slammed the table and rose up angrily, "Song Na stole my boyfriend, my career, everything from me. Isn't that enough?"
I had checked earlier. Song Na was Zhu Ling's junior. Zhu Ling had supported her back then, which gave her some fame. After Zhu Ling got into trouble, the entertainment company completely abandoned her and heavily promoted Song Na. Now, Song Na had replaced Zhu Ling and become the leading star.
Zhu Ling's ex-boyfriend, Fang Huajian, was a nationally renowned top-tier agent. After their abrupt breakup, he got together with Song Na, often showing off their affection publicly.
A perfect match of a scumbag and a b*tch.
"Song Na said that Fang Huajian always compared her to you, saying she was inferior in every way. She hates you to the core, so she..." Aunt Xin trailed off, looking down and stammering.
Zhu Ling gritted her teeth, "That's too much!"
After pondering for a moment, Zhu Ling said to Tang Mingli, "Mr. Tang, thank you so much this time. I'll handle the rest properly."
In front of us, she made a call to her uncle. After we helped her send the person to the police station, we took our leave and went home.
In the car, Tang Mingli asked me, "Jun Yao, can your scar removal ointment be mass-produced?"
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Tang Mingli said, "I have a pharmaceutical company under my management. I want to buy your prescription from you, or you could use the prescription to invest in the company. What do you think?"
I smiled wryly, "I'm obviously happy to make money, but this ointment can't be mass-produced. I make it myself, and the quantity is very limited."
Tang Mingli sighed helplessly. If it could be mass-produced, it would surely cause a sensation worldwide, and his ordinary pharmaceutical company would suddenly become a globally renowned enterprise.
What a pity.
My brother's VIP ward was good but expensive, spending money like water every day. I used the 400,000 yuan I had just received to pay 300,000 yuan, leaving 100,000 yuan to buy some good things. Cloud Fairy made sense; if someone were to die on a live stream because of a poor-quality talisman, it would be a lose-lose situation.
This time, I bought the best medicinal materials to refine Cinnabar, found a hundred-year-old peach tree, bought a relatively thick branch, and then on a stormy day, bought a kite. I tied one end of the string to the peach wood branch and flew the kite.
Boom!
A loud crash in the sky, a bolt of lightning traveled down the kite string from the sky, striking the peach wood branch directly. With a bang, a dazzling flash of light ignited.
I waited until the rain stopped before daring to approach. The branch had been scorched by the lightning but was even heavier and harder when held in hand.
This is what Taoism calls Thunder-Struck Wood, an object to ward off evil spirits, feared by a hundred ghosts.
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