Horror Camgirl - Ch. 19: The Female Star of Spirit Cultivation
I went to a carpenter who made crafts and asked him to create a Peachwood Sword for me. Holding this slightly darkened sword in my hand, the blade felt slightly warm. I could almost sense that it contained a faint trace of Spiritual Energy.
With all preparations complete, my money was running dry again.
Spending money was like a mountain collapsing, while making money was like pulling silk.
One day, I received a call from Zhu Ling. She invited me and Tang Mingli to watch a great show together.
The next day was the release event for Best Actress Song Na's new film. Major media outlets from across the country attended, including many international media. Fans crowded the venue to the point of being packed like water.
Tang Mingli and I sat in Zhu Ling's car, slowly approaching. She opened the car door and appeared before the crowd.
"Who is that?" someone whispered. "She looks so beautiful."
"Huh? Isn't that Zhu Ling?" someone exclaimed.
"Zhu Ling? Didn't she disfigure her face?"
"Is that just a rumor? Look at her face, she's too beautiful. It doesn't look like she's disfigured at all."
"Zhu Ling, I—!" Song Na's fans, who were mostly Zhu Ling's fans before, all shouted excitedly upon seeing her.
"Zhu Ling! Zhu Ling!"
Everyone loudly called her name. She smiled and greeted them, walking towards the venue. Today, her aura was fully activated. Fans spontaneously cleared a path for her. She walked gracefully and nobly, as if a queen was being crowned, each step beautiful and dignified.
Tang Mingli pulled me and we entered through the staff entrance on the other side.
At that moment, the release event was in full swing. A man in a silver-white thin linen suit was embracing Song Na's waist. The two were affectionate, openly displaying their relationship.
Suddenly, the main doors opened, and Zhu Ling walked in gracefully. Today, she wore a deep, floor-length gown embroidered with an ink orchid. Her face was made up meticulously, her hair styled up with a richly traditional pearl hairpin, resembling a fairy stepping out of a painting.
"It's Zhu Ling!" a reporter shouted. Everyone turned around at once, and countless cameras started flashing rapidly.
On the stage, Song Na's face turned pale, her eyes full of shock and resentment, while Fang Huajian stood dumbfounded, his eyes full of amazement as he involuntarily withdrew his hand.
Reporters swarmed forward: "Zhu Ling, your face has healed. Are you planning to make a comeback today?"
"Zhu Ling, what do you have to say about your junior stealing your boyfriend?"
"Zhu Ling, could you please reveal which cosmetic hospital you had your skin graft surgery done at?"
Zhu Ling smiled and said, "Everyone's questions can be answered, but before that, I have something to say to the two people on stage."
The reporters' eyes lit up. This was about to turn into a public confrontation. They immediately stepped back to the sides.
Zhu Ling stepped forward, and Fang Huajian couldn't help but shout, "Xiao Ling."
Zhu Ling didn't even glance at him and said to Song Na, "I just want to ask, where exactly have I wronged you? Why are you treating me like this?"
Song Na, being a true actress, smiled and said, "Sister Zhu Ling, I'm genuinely happy that your face has healed. If you're making a comeback, I support you. But you can't slander me without reason. Yes, after you left, I did take your place, but that's because of my own abilities. As for Huajian, we are in a free relationship. If you hate me for that, I apologize."
She then bowed deeply to Zhu Ling. Her heartfelt words moved everyone present, making them sympathize with her and view Zhu Ling as unreasonable.
Zhu Ling snorted coldly, "None of that matters to me. You took away my career, but it's okay; I can reach new heights again. You took away this man—ha, such an unscrupulous man is better off gone, leaving him to harm you. What really angers me is that you bribed my nanny and bodyguards to poison me, making me hallucinate and forcing me to commit suicide. Your heart is so cruel!"
"What? Poisoning?" This was a major revelation. The reporters couldn't stop snapping photos of the two women.
Song Na was secretly shocked. How did Zhu Ling know about the poisoning? That kind of poison was very special, and very few people knew about it.
She took a deep breath and said, "Sister Zhu Ling, you can't accuse me recklessly. I, Song Na, conduct myself with integrity. True gold is not afraid of fire."
Zhu Ling sneered, "Say that to the police yourself. I've already handed over the nanny and bodyguards to the authorities. They confessed everything to reduce their sentences."
After speaking, two policemen walked in briskly, unfolding an arrest warrant towards Song Na. "Ms. Song, we suspect you are involved in the poisoning case with Ms. Zhu Ling. Please come with us for investigation."
With that, they took out handcuffs.
Song Na panicked and looked at Fang Huajian. Fang Huajian wished he could distance himself from her as much as possible, like avoiding a pesky fly. His eyes were full of disappointment and hatred as he gritted his teeth and said, "You're indeed a heartless and unfaithful scum."
I had been watching the commotion from within the crowd when I suddenly felt a chilling aura. I looked up and saw a four or five-year-old child lying beneath the overhead spotlight, his eyes hollow, mouth twisted into a sinister smile.
A little ghost?
I heard that many female celebrities nowadays like Spirit Cultivation? Could this be one that Song Na raised?
I immediately took out my phone and opened the Live Stream Room, naming it: "Release Event Horror: Who's Behind the Little Ghost?"
I couldn't directly accuse the little ghost of being raised by Song Na, especially since I had no evidence.
As soon as the Live Stream Room opened, thousands of people flooded in.
I recounted the events to the audience and then whispered, "Everyone, I'm not here to show you a criminal case. Look at that spotlight—isn't it swaying back and forth? That's because a little ghost is hanging from it."
I pointed the camera at the light, "You might not see it, but..."
Before I could finish speaking, I saw the Live Stream Room start to get noisy.
I was a bit confused. The little ghost hadn't appeared on site; people there couldn't see him. Why could the Live Stream audience see him?
Before I could think further, the spotlight started to shake violently. I looked down and saw the two policemen leading Song Na approaching. The angle of the spotlight falling was directly towards the two policemen.
I shouted, "Watch out!"
I jumped out quickly and rushed forward, tackling one of the policemen. The spotlight fell with a crash right in front of us. If I hadn't pushed him aside, his head would have been shattered.
For a moment, the scene became chaotic. Song Na glanced around, pushed away another policeman beside her, and fled.
"Don't run!" the policeman chased after her vigorously, while the little ghost darted out, ferociously attacking him.
I sprang up from the ground, took a bottle of black dog blood from my bag, and splashed it directly onto the little ghost. A piercing, miserable scream echoed as thick smoke billowed from the ghost's body.
The scene had turned into a complete mess. Everyone was screaming and fleeing, barely noticing what was happening, while the Live Stream Room audience could see everything clearly.
The little ghost was burning black, showing a resentful expression towards me as he shouted and lunged forward.
Suddenly, Tang Mingli appeared behind him, wrapping an iron chain around his neck.
I was astonished, "You can see him?"
"I applied Bull's Eye Tear," Tang Mingli replied. "Quick, this chain soaked in black dog blood is about to lose its grip on him. Think of something!"
I took a dagger out of my bag and forcefully plunged it into the little ghost's head.
This dagger was also made from Thunder-Struck Wood. It was the leftover piece after the carpenter made the long Peachwood Sword. I had asked him to carve a short one for self-defense, and now it was being put to use.
Comments
Post a Comment