Horror Camgirl - Ch. 27: Underground Prison Cell
“This kid is impressive. He’s already reached the later stages of Dark Strength and can break through to the peak at any moment,” True Lord Zhengyang said. “However, he still needs a bit more to reach Transformation Strength.”
“Dark Strength?”
“In the martial path, there are Bright Strength, Dark Strength, Transformation Strength, and Core Strength. Above Core Strength is Grandmaster, and above Grandmaster is Great Grandmaster,” he explained. “I’m not sure how many Great Grandmasters are left in China now. Although martial artists are stronger than cultivators in the early stages, once we cultivators exceed the fourth rank, we can stand shoulder to shoulder with Great Grandmasters. If we surpass the fifth rank, Great Grandmasters would be nothing more than ants.”
I nodded. Bright Strength likely meant training physical techniques without cultivating internal energy, whereas cultivating internal energy meant reaching Dark Strength.
The martial energy in this path is different from the spiritual power I cultivate. It feels like a more refined and condensed version of Spiritual Energy, with significantly reduced destructive power.
Meanwhile, the audience was completely captivated by Tang Mingli’s performance.
In the martial path, age doesn’t determine status. Even if you’re a hundred years old, if someone’s cultivation is higher than yours, you must respectfully address them as “senior.”
After dealing with three bodyguards, Tang Mingli opened the elevator but found it only went down to the basement, which was the underground parking lot.
He grabbed a security guard, who refused to speak. Tang Mingli sneered, pressed below the guard’s ribcage, and the guard immediately screamed in pain.
“I said, speak up,” Tang Mingli demanded. The guard, in agony, rhythmically pressed the basement button, and the elevator began to move.
It passed the first basement level but continued descending. Suddenly, with a clanging noise, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
A group of security guards armed with machetes and similar weapons rushed out. These guys had some skills but were merely flashy fighters without even mastering Bright Strength, let alone Dark Strength.
Tang Mingli charged out with only a Peachwood Sword in hand. Despite the sword being blunt, he fought fiercely, cutting through the enemies effortlessly. By the time he broke through the encirclement, the ground behind him was littered with fallen bodies.
The Live Stream Room exploded with excitement as viewers wildly threw donations without a second thought.
After saying that, he donated fifteen crowns, instantly becoming a Gold Level viewer on Black Rock TV.
The basement was surprisingly luxurious, but the adjacent room didn’t look like a KTV private room. Instead, it seemed like…
It was a place for those kinds of activities, filled with bizarre and unsettling props that made one blush and feel uneasy just looking.
I heard noises coming from a room next door. I turned the doorknob and found it wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside, almost vomiting from what I saw.
A fat man with large ears was on top of a woman whose face was covered in blood, tortured beyond recognition.
“Damn you!” Somehow, I found the courage to shove the door open and roar, “Let her go!”
The Live Stream Room viewers were equally outraged.
“Who the hell are you?” the fat, large-eared guy hurriedly pulled up his pants. “How does Old Zou conduct business? How can you let people in like this?”
Tyrant’s face turned icy, his eyes sharp as knives. He said coldly, “We are here to uphold justice.”
With that, he kicked the man in the face, breaking his nose. The man clutched his face, kneeling on the ground, screaming in pain.
I rushed over to help the girl off the bed but found her covered in wounds, unable to breathe out.
“Call the police.” I didn’t dare move her. “Friends watching, the signal in this basement is poor. Please help by calling the police. This is Empress Bauhinia Palace KTV, located at 368 Zijing Street.”
The basement was equipped with signal jammers, making phone calls impossible. As for the live stream… it couldn’t be explained by any scientific means anymore.
I couldn’t worry about whether he had connections or not. Saving her was the priority.
I took a blanket and covered the woman. As I left the room, I saw Boss Zou accompanied by four tall foreign bodyguards, each armed with guns.
The one speaking was the Bright Strength expert who had just asked Tang Mingli for advice, named “Fist of the World.”
Tang Mingli smirked and said, “Zou Zhongshi, your boss has too much nerve. This is China. Do you think you can hide such filth here?”
“Hehe, the power of my boss is beyond your understanding,” Zou Zhongshi sneered. “I see both of you are quite bold, daring to break in. Hehe, if I kill you here, no one would suspect. As long as my boss makes a move, who would dare to investigate?”
With signal jammers installed, he couldn’t have expected everything here to be live-streamed. His despicable nature was now exposed to 700,000 viewers.
Now, no matter how powerful you are, you can’t hide.
Tang Mingli smirked and said, “No wonder Xu Family’s Seventh branch has been expanding recently. Turns out it’s such a den of iniquity. They’re not following the righteous path, only indulging in dark and evil practices. It’s only a matter of time before they self-destruct.”
Fist of the World had already become Tang Mingli’s loyal fan.
Boss Zou’s eyes twitched. “You actually know Mr. Xu?”
“Xu Family’s Seventh, the least promising legitimate descendant of the Xu family. Over the years, he’s committed countless atrocities. No one in the Xu family holds him in high regard,” Tang Mingli sneered. “What he did before was petty trouble, but this time he crossed the line. Even the Xu family can’t protect him.”
Boss Zou turned pale. This young man’s words frightened him, his hands trembling, and his forehead drenched in cold sweat.
Tang Mingli continued, “In the Princess Room, the first princess who died probably knew the secrets of this basement.”
Boss Zou snorted coldly. “A few years ago, we bought a girl. She was Chun Li’s biological sister. She came in as a princess to find her sister. How could I let her live? Didn’t expect her to turn into a ghost, lingering without peace.”
Speaking of the ghost, Boss Zou’s face paled even more. However, no matter how powerful the ghost was, she couldn’t leave that private room. Otherwise, she would have come to avenge herself long ago.
I felt uneasy. Even if Tang Mingli was a formidable fighter, he couldn’t handle firearms.
What should I do?
True Lord Zhengyang said, “Girl, don’t worry. Do you remember the ghost-controlling technique I taught you in that booklet?”
I had an idea. There must be restless souls in this basement. Summoning them could help deal with the guns.
While they were talking, I secretly bit my index finger, using my blood to stick cinnabar on it. I drew a talisman in my palm, recited a spell, and lit an incense stick.
As the incense aroma wafted out, all the ghosts in the basement would emerge.
I looked up, stunned to see so many female ghosts. They crawled out from the ceiling and walls, looking miserable and unbearable to watch.
Anger filled my heart. As the viewers said, such people should be killed to quell public outrage.
I suddenly remembered why the ghost in the Princess Room had died—she was thrown into oil and drowned.
At that moment, Boss Zou seemed to make up his mind. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Shoot them. Kill them all. As long as there’s no witness, everything will be fine!”
He was truly insane.
As those men raised their guns, I raised my hand. The talisman in my palm glowed with a golden light.
The female ghosts seemed to respond to the summoning, gathering around and clinging to the men’s bodies.
They couldn’t see the ghosts and were about to shoot when they suddenly felt their hands freezing cold, unable to move.
It was because a horrifying female ghost was now clinging to each of their hands!
“What’s going on?” Boss Zou exclaimed, a ghost riding on his neck. That ghost resembled the one from the Princess Room.
It was her sister, but unfortunately, she had long passed away.
“Are you Ability Users?” he shouted, his eyes filled with extreme fear.
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