Horror Camgirl - Ch. 28: My Inferiority
"Ability Users, huh? Those are all formidable people you don't want to mess with."
I gritted my teeth and said, "It's not about having special powers. It's the sins you've committed catching up with you."
Boss Zou shook uncontrollably, trembling like a sieve: "Ghosts, there are ghosts."
At that moment, the female ghost riding on his neck revealed herself, hanging upside down in front of him. One of her eyes had been gouged out, leaving the other blood-red and staring fiercely at him.
"Ah!" He let out a heart-wrenching scream and collapsed to the ground, a foul-smelling liquid seeping from between his legs.
Meanwhile, the foreign mercenaries were being controlled by the female ghosts, slowly pointing their guns at their own companions.
"No, Devil, there's the Devil!" they said in English as they pulled the triggers.
Gunshots rang out, and all four fell simultaneously, blood spreading beneath them.
The female ghosts rushed towards the blood like hungry spirits, licking hungrily.
True Lord Zhengyang said, "Girl, we can't let them remain in the mortal realm. Send them to the Underworld, have them reincarnate."
I nodded, recalling what the booklet had said: draw a talisman array on the ground with cinnabar, input spiritual energy into the array, then make a seal with my hands in front of my chest and chant, "Supreme decree, transcend your lonely souls, urgently as ordered!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the talisman array lit up, and all the female ghosts flew into it. A few who refused to go to the Underworld tried to run, but suddenly a chain shot out from the array, binding the ghosts and pulling them in.
With all the female ghosts subdued, a dark mist surged from the array and entered my mouth and nose.
I immediately felt refreshed, and the spiritual energy within me was now more abundant.
At that moment, the police broke down the door, and we were ushered out. Outside was in chaos; customers had been kicked out of the KTV, but instead of leaving, they gathered outside to watch the spectacle.
Tang Mingli and I sat on the sofa at the front desk when a young man approached. He wasn't wearing a police uniform but rather a neat casual outfit. He was quite handsome and smiled, "Ladies, my name is Lin Zhou. You can call me Xiao Lin. I'm from the Special Events Investigation Office, Shan City branch."
Tang Mingli smiled, "You came quickly."
"Our headquarters' top executives were watching your live broadcast, so we naturally came to see what was happening," Xiao Lin explained. "But don't worry, we've been ordered not to interfere with your live streaming."
At that moment, I saw several girls being brought out, their white cloth coverings stained red, some with minor injuries being helped out by female officers. Their faces were pale, eyes hollow, like wandering ghosts.
I bit my tongue and asked, "I heard the boss behind the scenes is very powerful. Can you bring him to justice?"
Xiao Lin smiled wryly, "This matter has become widely known. Even with a strong background, they can't cover it up. Rest assured."
I cautiously asked, "Then... will I face retaliation?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Lin quickly responded, "Don't worry about it. No one dares to mess with you."
He thought to himself, the order not to interfere with my live broadcast must have come from very high up—so high that even people like him don't know the names of those above. Who would dare retaliate against me? They probably wouldn't want to live if they did.
I could finally relax a little. Suddenly, Tang Mingli grabbed my hand and said, "Jun Yao, we should leave quickly. Your fans are probably on their way to block you."
Hearing this sent shivers down my spine. What if they saw me looking so terrible and refused to watch my live streams anymore?
Xiao Lin nodded, "We'll handle the rest. You can go now."
The two of us quietly left through the back door and got into a black BMW. I recognized the car—it was a BMW X6, worth over a million dollars.
"This is my cheapest car," Tang Mingli said. "Keep it low-key."
I rolled my eyes. It was indeed as low-key as could be.
He dropped me off at home. As I was about to go upstairs, he suddenly said, "Would you like to have a seat upstairs?"
I turned around and saw his handsome face under the moonlight, as if bathed in a gentle glow.
A sense of inferiority surged from deep within me. He was too good, almost perfect. I was absolutely not worthy of such a man, and I couldn't believe that he truly didn't care about my appearance.
Rationality told me he must have some ulterior motive, but he was the only person who treated me with genuine sincerity.
What if, when the truth comes out, the more I trust and depend on him, the more heartbroken and upset I would be?
I forced a smile and said, "No, thank you. I'm so tired and need to rest."
A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes. He nodded, "I understand. Get some rest."
I climbed the stairs, walking up several flights. Looking down from the window at the hallway entrance, I saw he was still standing there, lost in thought.
For some reason, my nose felt sore.
If only... if I weren't so unattractive, if he wasn't so perfect, how wonderful it would be to meet as ordinary people.
But life doesn't offer so many "ifs."
I went home and closed the door, lifting my head as high as I could to keep the tears from falling.
After a while, the bitterness in my heart began to fade. I opened my computer to check today's earnings, and what I saw delighted me.
The audience was very supportive, and the tips had reached over 120,000.
I thought about sharing some with Tang Mingli. Although he didn't need money, without him, this would not have gone so smoothly.
People need to know gratitude.
I opened my friend list again. True Lord Zhengyang and Cloud Fairy had left me messages. Cloud Fairy said, "This time you upheld justice brilliantly," and she tipped me a Medicine Prescription.
I happily accepted the file. When I opened it, it was Healing Pills. The herbs this time were harder to find, such as a hundred-year-old Ginseng. Nowadays, most Ginseng is farmed; genuine hundred-year-old Ginseng is rare, mostly taken by prestigious families.
I sighed and set it aside, then looked at True Lord Zhengyang's tip. He said we were fated and he believed in me, encouraging me to keep it up. He had sent me the tip by mail.
True Lord Zhengyang actually mailed me something—it was a new experience.
I was wondering what it could be when I heard a knock on the door. A man outside said, "Is Madam Yuan home? There's a package for you."
So fast?
I couldn't believe it. I opened the door to find no one outside, but there was a box about the size of a shoebox on the ground.
The box only had my address. When I opened it, I was stunned.
A strong medicinal aroma filled the air. I looked closely—it contained Ginseng, Reishi Mushrooms, Ming Yan Flowers... all extremely valuable herbs.
Some herbs I didn't recognize. Inside was a list. When I picked it up, I saw that all of them were century-old treasures.
True Lord Zhengyang was indeed generous. I felt grateful and quickly sent him a sincere voice message thanking him for his tip.
With these herbs, concocting Healing Pills would be easy. I went to buy some ingredients, then went home and followed the Medicine Prescription to put them into a ceramic jar and brew them.
I spent a whole day and night, staying by the jar without stepping away. When the brew was ready, I input a surge of spiritual energy into it.
When the ointment was finished, the surface shimmered with golden light, as if mixed with gold. The spiritual energy was abundant.
I wanted to test its effects, so I took a knife and made a cut on the back of my hand, then scraped a little ointment onto the wound.
The cut felt warm, soon stopped bleeding, began to scab, and within five minutes, the wound was completely healed with no scar—no trace left on the back of my hand.
This was truly a good product.
Excited, I turned the ointment into pills and stored them all in jade bottles. In future live streams, if I encountered danger, taking one of these would be like having an extra life.
I still had enough herbs, so I brewed another jar. This time, I diluted the ointment with flour and made it into pills, making the effects slightly weaker but less astonishing.
These pills would definitely sell for a good price, but I didn't dare to sell them casually to avoid trouble.
Sigh, without absolute power, it's innocent to be held responsible for possessing something valuable.
Indeed, I needed to become stronger.
Over the next few days, I stayed home practicing. Every morning, I went to the Central Park to practice boxing, then visited the hospital to check on my brother, and in the evenings, I soaked in a medicinal bath. The rest of the time, I diligently studied the booklet True Lord Zhengyang had given me.
Xiao Lin from the Special Department called me to inform that Empress Bauhinia Palace had been sealed, Boss Zou was sent to prison, and his subordinate Xu Shao was also incarcerated. The matter had caused a significant uproar, and the higher-ups were furious. Boss Zou would have to stay in prison for at least seven or eight years before being released.
I felt a chill in my heart. So many girls' lives were lost, and it only cost him seven or eight years.
Who knew he had the Xu family backing him. Probably, those seven or eight years were due to the higher-ups' anger; otherwise, they might have just found a scapegoat.
This was the advantage of having power.
I became even more determined to train, believing that one day, I would have the qualification to stand before them and speak on equal terms.
Brother, just wait. By then, your sister will have avenged you.
Gradually, I became proficient in this boxing style. Although facing experts still left me clueless, with the surge of spiritual energy within me, handling petty thugs was no problem.
It was time to tend to Wei Ran's wounds again. When I arrived at the villa, the servants had already prepared the medicinal juices, still steaming. I input a bit of spiritual energy into them.
These days, my spiritual energy had grown, so I only needed to input half as much.
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