Horror Camgirl - Ch. 23: Humiliated at the KTV
It wasn’t until I got home that I felt genuine fear, my legs continuously trembling.
Never again would I try to show off. It’s better to obediently do live streaming—it brings in money quickly without such risks.
I released the female ghost from the umbrella. She told me that she had died of illness there forty years ago and, for some reason, hadn’t moved on to reincarnation. She had been lingering around that area, and Wei Ran’s villa was built later. She settled there and lived for many years.
But her greatest wish now was to be properly exorcised and reincarnated.
Among the temples in Shan City, Lohan Temple had the most thriving incense offerings. I took the female ghost to Lohan Temple, hoping to ask the monks to chant scriptures for her exorcism. However, the attending monk told me to register and wait in line. I saw that the wait would be half a year and that it would cost a hundred thousand in incense oil money.
I could afford the money, but who could wait half a year?
The attending monk saw me silent for a long time and assumed I was short on money. He sarcastically said, “If you don’t have money, don’t bother Master’s cultivation and dirty the pure grounds of the Buddhist sect.”
In my heart, I thought, “Aren’t you the ones defiling the pure grounds of the Buddhist sect?”
I left the temple in a huff and went to several other temples. It wasn’t just about scamming money; it was about waiting in line.
This is the tragedy of a small person—no help in sight, hitting walls everywhere.
With no other choice, I called Tang Mingli. He arrived quickly and took me to Lohan Temple. This time was completely different from the last visit. The abbot of Lohan Temple personally greeted us. Upon hearing our purpose, he immediately led his monks to hold a ceremony to exorcise the female ghost.
Amidst the chanting, the ghost transformed into a streak of light, ascended into the sky, and disappeared without a trace.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Mingli enthusiastically asked me if I was ready for the next live stream. He had found a great location that would surely drive the audience wild.
I took his dossier and was surprised to see that it was a KTV, specifically Shan City’s most famous KTV—Empress Bauhinia Palace.
The haunted spot in Empress Bauhinia Palace was the storage room on the third floor.
Originally, this storage room was said to be a top-tier private room, but after two princesses died mysteriously inside, the KTV converted it into a storage room.
But no one expected that one night, when the cleaning auntie went to the storage room to get something, she never returned. The private room urgently needed cleaning, and the supervisor, thinking the cleaning auntie was slacking off, aggressively rushed to grab her. However, the storage room door wouldn’t open no matter how they tried.
Furious, the supervisor immediately called security to smash the door. He wanted to see what the usually honest cleaning auntie was doing inside.
The security guard broke the lock and opened the door. To their horror, the cleaning auntie was already hanged inside, her face twisted as if she had seen the most terrifying sight in the world.
The supervisor was so scared he was paralyzed on the spot and was dragged away by the security guard. The next day, he fell ill and was bedridden in the hospital for a month. Eventually, he resigned and went back to his hometown.
Since then, the room remained completely vacant, and no one dared to approach it again.
I touched my chin thoughtfully. Indeed, KTVs are sensitive places with handsome men, beautiful women, and wealthy patrons who spend money like water. If you add ghosts into the mix, it’s easy to imagine that the viewership would reach new heights.
We took a day off, prepared a lot of equipment, and headed to Empress Bauhinia Palace.
Tang Mingli booked a luxurious private room. He sat on the red sofa, glanced around disdainfully, and said, “When I come here, I usually request the Emperor Room. This kind of place is too dirty.”
I rolled my eyes and comforted him, “Aren’t we here for a live stream? To put it bluntly, it’s like hidden filming—keep it low-key, keep it low-key.”
Tang Mingli took a frustrated sip of his drink and said, “Since you’re so short on money, how about I sponsor you?”
Pfft!
I spit out some of my drink, staring at him as if he were a monster. A suspicious blush appeared on his cheeks, his eyes wandering, “I was just kidding, don’t take it seriously.”
I set down my glass and said sternly, “Mr. Tang, please don’t joke about such things.”
He paused for a moment and apologized, “I’m sorry.”
My nose tingled with a bit of sadness. “I’m going to check out the storage room.”
I made a hasty escape from the luxurious private room, feeling a deep sense of bitterness. Why did these rich and powerful people like to joke about such things? Was playing with me so amusing?
I touched the fibroma on my face. I had thought I would live a lonely life forever, but now there was a glimmer of hope. No matter how difficult the road ahead, I was determined to persevere.
At that moment, a girl in a tight short skirt walked towards me and bumped into me. I lightly said, “Sorry.” She suddenly asked, “Are you Yuan Junyao?”
I was stunned for a moment before responding, “You’re Yang Yi?”
“Exactly, it’s me.” She looked at me happily, her eyes like she had found an interesting toy. “Why are you here? Came alone?”
I avoided her gaze and said, “I have something to do. Talk next time.”
After speaking, I turned to leave. Yang Yi grabbed my hand, saying, “Don’t leave yet. All of us here today are old classmates. You know everyone, so come and join us.”
Without caring whether I wanted to or not, she forcefully pulled me into an adjacent private room.
“Look who’s here,” she excitedly exclaimed.
There were five or six people in the room, all of whom were our middle school classmates. These people brought back many unpleasant memories for me.
In that middle school class, many had bullied me, while the rest merely looked on coldly. No one ever stood up for me. Those three years felt like hell.
“Hey, isn’t this the school ugly Yuan Junyao from back in the day?” A boy in a designer casual suit, somewhat handsome, laughed.
That boy was Tang Xuan, recognized as the most popular guy in class, with many female classmates secretly admiring him.
Back then, he did terrible things to me. Taking advantage of my absence when I went to the restroom, he secretly tore up my homework. Although my grades were top-notch, the teachers never liked me. Regardless of the truth, they expelled me from the classroom, making me stand in the corridor in the cold wind all morning.
I looked at the girl next to him, Li Chunxia. She was also average in looks but had secretly liked Tang Xuan. On the day I was punished to stand, it was her turn for duty. During recess, she deliberately poured a bucket of dirty water from upstairs onto me.
When the teacher returned and saw me like that, her eyes were full of disgust. She didn’t listen to my explanations and told me to go home.
I shivered in the cold wind as I went home. That night, I developed a high fever, over forty degrees, and almost died of pneumonia.
After my brother learned about this, he stormed into my class and brutally beat Tang Xuan. He even poured a basin of dirty water on Li Chunxia.
Because of this, my brother was publicly criticized by the principal during a school assembly and was almost given a demerit. Fortunately, my grandmother called a relative to plead on his behalf, so he wasn’t punished after all.
I frowned and said, “I really have something to do. Have fun without me.”
“Wait.” Tang Xuan said, “Since you’re here, don’t you want to sit down and hang out with us?”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” I replied.
“I think you did.” Tang Xuan snorted coldly.
Before he could finish speaking, a glass of beer was suddenly poured over my head. I turned around to see a tall, skinny boy—it was Tang Xuan’s sidekick, Mo Qi, nicknamed “Mo Seven.”
“Oh, sorry, my hand slipped,” he said cheerfully. “But Yuan Junyao, you look better like this—kind of like a pear blossom in the rain.”
“Hahaha, she’s a pear blossom in the rain?” Everyone laughed, some even exaggeratedly rolling on the sofa.
“Yeah, a pear blossom in the rain, but not the flower—more like a knot on a pear tree,” Li Chunxia clapped her hands and laughed.
Yang Yi suddenly pushed me, a malicious glint in her eyes, “You’re pretty something, aren’t you? Back then, you even dared to call your brother to beat up our Tang Xuan.” She turned her head to the others, “What do you say, should we hit back today?”
Tang Xuan picked up a glass of red wine, shook it, and said, “No need to fight. I’m a very magnanimous person. But while you can avoid a death sentence, escaping a life sentence is hard.” He placed the entire glass of beer on the table and said, “Finish all this, and I’ll let you go.”
I clenched my fists, silent.
“What? Still have a temper?” Yang Yi pushed me again, “Weren’t you very patient back then? How did you change now?”
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