Horror Camgirl - Ch. 9: True Lord Zhengyang's Reward
Could Tang Shao and Gongchai be as perverted as each other?
As for me, lying on the bed at that moment, Gongchai reached out to tear off my clothes. I couldn't bear it any longer, rolled my body, and directly rolled under the bed.
Gongchai chuckled darkly twice and said, "Woman, I knew you were awake. Come out obediently and take good care of me. I'll spare you some suffering."
I curled up under the bed, trembling all over, tears streaming down incessantly.
I was unwilling to accept it. Although I was so lowly, I still wanted to live decently. I was ugly, but ugliness with dignity—not someone's plaything!
"Hehe, it seems without making you suffer a bit, you wouldn't know my strength." He grabbed a thin golden snake from the vine box. The snake slithered towards me, and I stepped back in fear.
But there was nowhere to retreat.
I watched helplessly as it crawled up my shoe, trying to slip into my pant leg. In a panic, I shouted, grabbed my jade pendant, and smashed it hard onto the snake's head.
To my astonishment, the snake's brain exploded.
My face was full of disbelief. Upon closer inspection, I found the snake's head had been scorched.
I looked suspiciously at the jade pendant. Could this thing still be electrified?
"My Golden Thread Gu!" Gongchai screamed out of control, "You... you dared to kill my precious Golden Thread Gu! I'll kill you, dismember you, imprison your soul, and make you suffer forever!"
He went crazy, flipping the entire European-style bed, grabbing my legs and dragging me out.
"Let go of me!" I kicked at him desperately. He punched my face hard, making me dizzy and nearly faint.
He drew a dagger and said, "First, I'll cut off this face full of Karma Sore."
As the dagger was about to pierce my face, suddenly there was a loud noise—the door was kicked open, and a tall figure rushed in.
"Tang Ming... Li?" I murmured dazedly. Tang Mingli became furious, delivering a spinning kick that hit Gongchai's head squarely.
Gongchai screamed and rolled on the ground.
Tang Mingli helped me up, "Let's go!"
"Don't think about leaving!" Blood covering his head, Gongchai climbed up from the ground, tore off his clothes, and countless snakes emerged, crawling towards us at incredible speed.
Tang Mingli grunted, looked down, and saw a dark green snake crawling up his ankle.
"Careful!" My brain went blank; disregarding everything, I yanked the snake off. It turned its head and bit my hand.
I screamed in pain. Tang Mingli's eyes filled with murderous intent. He twisted his wrist, producing a sharp dagger. He lunged forward to Gongchai, waved his hand, and blood splattered everywhere.
Gongchai covered his neck, eyes wide, slowly collapsing.
The snake bite wounds turned black, and I also fell, lying beside Gongchai. As he died, he exhaled a puff of black gas, which I inhaled into my mouth and nose.
"Jun Yao, Jun Yao!" Tang Mingli's call echoed in my ears; he seemed very anxious.
Why was he so concerned about me?
But the feeling of being cared for was really nice.
I completely blacked out.
When I woke up, I was lying on a large bed. The bed was so soft that it could sink me entirely. The surrounding decor looked simple yet very high-end and elegant.
Is this what they call understated luxury?
"You finally woke up." A young maid wearing an apron walked in holding a basin of water. She didn't hide the disdain in her eyes. "Master asked me to wash your body."
I looked down at my hands; the snake poison had been neutralized, leaving only two bite marks, likely from the antidote serum Tang Mingli had arranged.
Seeing that I didn't respond, the maid glanced at me unhappily and said, "Ma'am, please cooperate. I have a lot of work to do."
I was used to being scorned by others. I said, "Then you go busy, I'll wash myself."
During my unconsciousness, I had sweated a lot, sticky and uncomfortable.
The maid showed a hint of delight, saying, "Then excuse me." She left the room, muttering under her breath, "Finally don't have to wash her. That face is disgusting."
Before she could finish her sentence, she bumped into a tall figure. Her eyes sparkled, and she shyly said, "Master."
Tang Mingli coldly replied, "Uncle Liu."
Behind him followed a man in his fifties, wearing a crisp suit, with a stern expression.
"Master." He slightly bowed.
Tang Mingli said, "Settle her bill, and give her ten minutes to leave my house, otherwise have someone throw her out."
The maid looked at him in disbelief. Normally, the master was very kind, why was he so strict today?
"Master, let me explain..." She wanted to argue a few more sentences but was pressed down by Uncle Liu.
Uncle Liu was very strong; she couldn't move at all.
"Master has spoken," Uncle Liu sternly said, "Leave quickly."
The maid's legs went weak, and she almost fainted. This job was easy, with high salary, and being close to such a handsome and wealthy man—who wouldn't envy her?
Now, everything was ruined.
When Tang Mingli entered, I was taking off my clothes and washing my body with a towel.
Although my face was covered with fibromas, my figure was still good—slim waist, long legs, 36D bust. In short, the parts that should be full were full, and the parts that should be slim were slim. Coupled with my skin as white as cream, from behind, I had the charm of a beauty.
When Tang Mingli entered, I was facing away from him, showing my smooth, fair back. The sunlight shone through the curtains onto me, giving my skin a faint glow.
Tang Mingli was actually mesmerized.
I was startled, hurriedly put my clothes back on, covering my face, and panicked, "Where's my mask?"
Only then did Tang Mingli come to his senses. He took out a new mask for me. I quickly put it on, avoiding his gaze.
"Thank you," I said. "If it weren't for you this time, I would have died terribly."
"You're someone I hired; I have the duty to ensure your safety." His eyes seemed a bit distant. "That Boss Li, I will make him pay."
"I should go home." I got out of bed, and he hurriedly said, "You can stay at my place, as long as you want."
"Staying at someone else's house doesn't feel comfortable for me," I lowered my head and said.
He was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll send you home."
He escorted me downstairs. Just as I was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed me and earnestly said, "Jun Yao, you can consider me a friend."
I smiled but didn't say anything.
The word 'friend' was too distant for me. From childhood to now, I only had one friend. When I was fifteen, nearing the end of junior high, a male classmate threw a dead mouse into my drawer. The most beautiful girl in the class scolded him on my behalf. I was grateful to her and considered her my best friend.
But one day, the school heartthrob suddenly threw a love letter at my face, verbally abused me, calling me a toad wanting to eat swan meat, saying he felt like vomiting when he saw my face, even wearing a mask couldn't hide my ugliness, telling me to stop writing love letters to him, or else he wouldn't be able to eat.
I picked up the love letter and realized it was her request for me to write it. She said she had a crush on the school heartthrob, but her writing was poor. My Chinese was the best in the class; I could definitely write a touching love letter.
I looked at the crowd. She stood among a group of girls, looking at me with mocking and scornful eyes.
It turned out, from the beginning, this was all a prank, a game played by these beautiful and wealthy girls, and I was just a clown used for their amusement.
Since then, I stopped making friends. Someone as ugly as me was destined to live a lonely life.
I returned home, lay on the bed, opened the Live Stream Room, and found True Lord Zhengyang's avatar was lit up. I quickly clicked it to thank him.
"Haha, no need to thank me. I haven't seen anyone capture ghosts for a long time." He laughed heartily. "Today, I'm in a good mood, so I'll send you some things. Study them well, so that next time you live stream, you can handle it better."
I was delighted. This old master was indeed a master; he could teach me some lifesaving techniques. I certainly wouldn't mind.
True Lord Zhengyang sent me a folder. I opened it and found it was a book titled "Ghost-Catching Insights," detailing some low-level ghosts and various methods to capture them. I was thrilled to read it.
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