Horror Camgirl - Ch. 43: The Male Movie Star Joining a Live Stream
Aunt Li looked slightly disappointed. “What a pity.”
She gazed at my back, a glint flashing in her eyes.
Once home, I sent a message to True Lord Zhengyang and the other two, telling them that the Karma Sore on my face had healed thanks to their help, and I didn’t know how to repay them.
True Lord Zhengyang and Cloud Fairy were unavailable, but Huang Shan Jun connected to the call and laughed, “Yuan girl, do you really want to repay me?”
“Of course.” I nodded eagerly. “Huang Shan Jun, is there something you’d like me to do?”
“Perfect,” Huang Shan Jun said. “I heard that in Japan, there’s a genre of films called ‘love action films.’ Could you get a few?”
I was taken aback. “Are you serious?”
“Recently, I’ve hit a bottleneck in my cultivation. Once, I accidentally witnessed some yin-yang harmony, and I discovered that such scenes help boost my Spiritual Power, aiding my breakthrough to higher levels,” he explained. “If you’re serious about thanking me, get some of those films.”
I was speechless. What kind of bizarre techniques are you practicing, Huang Shan Jun?
But since he’d asked, I couldn’t refuse, so I reluctantly downloaded a few films and sent them over.
The connection on his end was painfully slow, taking three whole days and nights to transfer everything.
“Yuan girl,” he said afterward, “I won’t take your things for free. I’ll teach you a secret technique to help you absorb Spiritual Energy faster.”
He taught me a method to circulate Spiritual Energy, and I quickly sat down to meditate. Indeed, with this trick, my absorption rate increased four- or fivefold. What used to take a week, I could now accomplish in a day.
Once again, I marveled at the wisdom of these cultivation seniors. I had to hold on tight to these valuable connections.
At home, my computer was an old, slow second-hand machine. Now that I had some cash, I decided to get a new one.
The electronics mall wasn’t far from home. After browsing, I chose a model worth over ten thousand yuan. The speed for Live Stream recording was amazing. I was planning to haggle with the vendor like I used to with the elderly ladies at the market, but the young shopkeeper looked shy and instantly offered a 30% discount, even slipping me a business card. “If you have any issues with the computer, just call me. I offer home service.”
His expression was a bit odd when he mentioned “home service.”
It’s true—being attractive has its perks.
Back home, I opened Black Rock TV and found an in-app message from Mr. Ye, saying a film company wanted to collaborate with me. If I was interested, I could contact him.
An entertainment company? Did they want to sign me as a talent?
I wasn’t interested in entering the entertainment industry, so I called Mr. Ye to turn down the offer. To my surprise, he spoke gently, “Xiao Yuan, you’ve heard of Jiayi Entertainment, right? My best friend owns it. They’re heavily promoting a male actor, and your Live Stream room is very popular lately. They’d like him to appear on one of your Live Streams, and they’re open to negotiating the fee. What do you think? And don’t worry—we’ll keep your identity strictly confidential.”
My information confidentiality is under the Special Department’s order. Since Mr. Ye asked, I didn’t want to refuse outright, but I said I’d consult with Tyrant first.
After hanging up, I called Tang Mingli. He thought it over briefly and said, “Let it slide this time, but don’t make it a habit.”
I knew well that if my information leaked, it would invite endless trouble, so I had to be cautious.
Tang Mingli personally called Black Rock TV, hinting at a bit of warning.
Not long after, Jiayi Entertainment called to schedule a meeting, but I declined, telling them I’d inform them of the Live Stream location once I decided.
Browsing through audience comments, I found lots of suggested materials. As I read through, I paused at a user named “Ghost Lao San.”
This “Ghost Lao San” mentioned that his hometown was in Fengguang County, Shan City. In the old part of town, there was a rundown residential area full of small houses. Most residents had moved away, and only four or five families remained.
A few months ago, he visited his hometown friend there and found the area had become very strange. Those few remaining families had all quit their jobs and stayed home all day, only occasionally venturing out for groceries. People avoided them whenever they went out.
Ghost Lao San said he ran into his friend, who looked sunken-eyed, pale, and smelled rotten. He greeted his friend, but the friend ignored him.
After asking around, he learned that three years ago, someone in that community had won a valuable prize in a lottery. Oddly, after bringing it home, his wife murdered their son and hanged herself. The man lost his mind, doused himself in gasoline, and perished.
Since then, strange things kept happening in that neighborhood. A real estate developer once planned to tear down the area to build a shopping complex, but during a site inspection, the red string in the developer’s hand mysteriously snapped.
Rumor has it that this red string was a charm from a feng shui master to determine if a place was auspicious or ominous. If it breaks, it’s a place of great misfortune—drop everything and run, or risk death.
No one dared step into the residential area after that.
This seemed like an excellent location for a Live Stream, though I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.
I discussed it with Tang Mingli, who was also intrigued. Once we settled the plan, I called Jiayi Entertainment to confirm the Live Stream location and set a meeting at the complex entrance.
Fengguang County was the poorest in Shan City, and most residents had moved to the new town built by the government. Streets here were empty even before nightfall.
Tang Mingli and I found a tiny roadside eatery for dinner. To my surprise, this high-class young master didn’t mind eating at a street stall.
He told me, “I investigated the incident from three years ago. The man’s name was Lu Ning, nicknamed Lu Laosan. Three years ago, he won the prize.”
A chill ran down my spine. Could Ghost Lao San be Lu Laosan’s ghost leaving me comments?
I wiped the sweat from my forehead. It was just a username—no need to scare myself.
“I heard there was a booth on the roadside offering lottery draws. For five yuan, you could win either a jade ornament worth millions or cash. Someone had won second prize and got ten thousand yuan, attracting more players. Lu Laosan spent five hundred yuan in draws and won the jade ornament.”
Tang Mingli paused. “The organizer of the lottery was the Donglai Gemstone Company, which doesn’t actually exist.”
I took a sharp breath. “Was this whole thing a setup from the start?”
Tang Mingli’s face darkened. “Tonight might be dangerous.”
I sighed. “As dangerous as a chemical plant? Audience demands are getting tougher. If the Live Stream isn’t thrilling or risky, they won’t watch.”
He gazed at me intently. “You’ve made enough money to last a lifetime. Why take such risks?”
I didn’t want to take risks either, but I needed to prove myself to True Lord Zhengyang and earn rewards from Huang Shan Jun and Cloud Fairy. I had no choice.
He sighed when I stayed silent. “Then I’ll just have to risk my life with you.”
His words warmed my heart. I checked the time. “I wonder if that male actor will have the guts to come. Will he chicken out?”
Just then, a crisp, melodious male voice rang out, “Are you the horror female streamer?”
I turned to see a dashing man in a navy windbreaker stride in, glancing around the humble eatery with a hint of disdain. “I’m Teng Lan.”
So he was the rising actor Jiayi Entertainment was promoting. I’d seen him in a few dramas—handsome, but not the best actor.
Beside him was a middle-aged woman in a suit, who eyed me from head to toe. I wore a mask and cap with a casual sports outfit, all cheap streetwear. She showed a hint of disdain. “You’re eating here? Do you know Teng Lan is a public figure? Is this how you treat us?”
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