Horror Camgirl - Ch. 51: Crossing Over Yang Energy
I was still wearing my hat and mask as I walked through the campus of the Art Academy, surrounded by handsome guys and beautiful girls. Yet, with Tang Mingli's looks, he stood out like a crane among chickens; his long legs could make young girls blush and shout “Oppa.”
We arrived at the first dormitory building, which was almost empty as most students had gone out to have fun.
The Art School Tomboy left a message saying they were on the seventh floor and that boys weren't allowed into the girls’ dormitory. I told Tang Mingli to wait outside while I was about to go upstairs when I suddenly heard a scream.
A girl in a silk camisole stood on the balcony of the sixth floor, her gaze vacant. She was staring straight ahead, and with just a small step forward, she would fall and perish.
My expression changed; behind this girl, there was a White-Clothed Female Ghost, pale-faced with pitch-black eyes, wearing a cold and malevolent smile.
I immediately opened the Live Stream, and the number of viewers in the Live Stream Room quickly surpassed one hundred thousand.
“Hey? Is someone about to jump?”
“Look quickly, that girl about to jump has a ghost behind her!”
“Whoa! That ghost is terrifying.”
“Did you see that look? If that ghost were alive, she'd definitely be the campus belle.”
At that moment, the Dormitory Manager Auntie was already terrified. I didn’t know what Tang Mingli said to her, but he rushed in. In a low voice, he said, “You keep her steady; I’ll go save her.”
I grabbed him, “Wait! There’s a ghost up there; I should go.”
Tang Mingli hesitated for a moment and said, “Then be careful. If she jumps, I’ll catch her.”
What? Tyrant, don’t boast! How can you catch someone from that height?
Don't use ordinary thinking to judge a Martial Artist; Tyrant is a Dark Strength Martial Artist, catching someone is a piece of cake for him. This is definitely a superfan of Tyrant, “Heaven Fist.”
“Let’s see Tyrant catch someone bare-handed; I’ll reward twenty crowns!”
I ran all the way to the sixth floor, where the ghost was reaching out to push the girl off.
“Stop!” I shouted, raising my hand, where I had already drawn a Talisman with Cinnabar. The Talisman glowed with golden light, and the ghost let out a scream before vanishing into the darkness.
I hurried over and hugged the girl’s legs, but the ghost suddenly reappeared behind me, crashing into me.
If this were before, I would have definitely gone off the balcony with that girl.
But now, having broken through to the first rank and practiced foundational boxing for so long, my reflexes were extremely fast; I hugged the girl and sidestepped. With a swift motion, I stabbed my sword into the ghost's chest.
“Ah!” The ghost let out a chilling scream and transformed into a wisp of black smoke, dissipating into the air.
This was probably her first time harming someone, so she didn’t have much resentment energy.
I sighed in relief and gently patted her face, “Girl, wake up.”
The girl’s eyelashes fluttered, and she gradually regained some awareness. She turned her head to look at me and said, “Who are you? What happened to me?”
Suddenly, I widened my eyes; I hadn’t noticed before, but now I saw a large stain of blood on her.
“What’s going on?” she exclaimed in panic. I turned to open the door to the dorm room behind me and found blood everywhere; a girl lay on the floor, her eyes wide open, her body covered in blood and knife wounds.
The girl who was killed was the same ghost who had just tried to kill the girl in the camisole!
What... is going on?
The girl in the camisole suddenly lunged at me, grabbing my throat with a fierce grip, her eyes blood-red and her strength astonishing.
She was possessed!
I punched her in the chest; she let out a muffled grunt, and her grip loosened slightly. Seizing the moment, I flipped her over and pinned her down, grabbing some Cinnabar and stuffing it into her mouth.
She screamed in agony, and thick smoke billowed from her mouth. Struggling desperately, I drew more Cinnabar and drew a Talisman on her chest and Dantian.
This girl was a young lady, so when I pushed up her clothes to draw the symbols, I covered the screen. The Live Stream Room erupted in chaos.
“Come on, host! We want to see the benefits!”
“This girl has a great figure; you’re so bad, host!”
“You must be jealous of her soft and delicate body!”
The Talisman on the girl glowed with golden light, and a transparent ghostly figure flew out of her body. I swiftly leaped up and thrust my Peachwood Sword at it.
The transparent ghost was dressed in a Xiuhe outfit, looking like someone from the late Qing or early Republic era. It cackled menacingly, and I felt a wave of Yin Qi rush toward me.
Startled, I immediately gathered my Spiritual Energy to shield myself, but the ghost took the opportunity to dart into the night sky, disappearing from sight.
Although I used Spiritual Energy to block it just in time, some Yin Qi still entered my body, and I felt a chilling cold, shaking with fear.
“Jun Yao.” Tang Mingli rushed over, pulling me into his embrace, saying, “You’re so cold.”
I was shivering from the cold, and suddenly True Lord Zhengyang sent a communication. I trembled as I pressed the answer button.
“Girl, you’ve absorbed Yin Qi. Your cultivation is still low; it will damage your path,” he said sternly. “Do as I say: gather your energy at the Dantian and draw the Spiritual Power to your heart channel…”
Following his instructions, I guided the Spiritual Power through my body’s meridians, then exhaled a long breath of white air that was extremely cold, lowering the temperature around me by several degrees.
I sighed in relief, saying, “I’m fine now.”
True Lord Zhengyang replied, “You’re a woman, and the Yin Qi is very heavy; this isn’t enough. You need someone with strong Yang Energy to transfer some Yang Energy to you. I see that this young man next to you is very suitable.”
I had an ominous premonition: “How do we transfer it?”
“Naturally, through the lips,” he replied.
I felt a wave of black lines across my forehead. Isn’t that just kissing?
“If you don’t inhale a breath of Yang Energy in time, it may affect your future cultivation,” True Lord Zhengyang said.
I gritted my teeth and turned to Tang Mingli, “Tyrant…”
“What is it?”
“Can you transfer a breath of Yang Energy to me?” I said, forcing myself to ask.
Tang Mingli understood immediately, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he felt a sense of pride: “Of course.”
He cupped my face in his hands and leaned down to kiss me. Instinctively, I turned my head away, and he paused, then said seriously, “I’m transferring Yang Energy to you; don’t be nervous.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
The smile on his lips was uncontainable as he leaned down to kiss me again.
His lips felt rough like sandpaper, befitting the name Tyrant. This was a plundering kiss; I felt as though he wasn’t transferring Yang Energy but rather sucking away my Yin Qi, biting at my lips and tongue like a fierce storm, leaving me dazed.
Meanwhile, the Live Stream Room was already flooded with comments.
“It's the host and Tyrant’s first kiss! I want to see it! Host, can’t you raise the phone higher?”
“Host, don’t hang the phone at your chest; we’re all tired of looking at Tyrant’s chest. We want to see the kiss!”
“Low ratings! Host, I’ll never watch your Live Stream again!”
From the intensity of their movements, it was evident that the kiss was fierce, with Tyrant taking the initiative and the host seeming to hesitate. “Tyrant, your kissing skills are quite good.”
“The one in front is quite the driver, getting things heated up without warning.”
I pushed him away forcefully, gasping, “That’s enough! I’m fine now.”
Tang Mingli chuckled, “I think we can continue.”
“Someone’s coming!” I whispered urgently as hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. The Dormitory Manager Auntie led security and several tall and sturdy students upstairs, all of them frozen in shock at the sight before them.
“There’s a dead person!” I shouted, “Quick, call the police!”
The police arrived quickly, and naturally, we could no longer continue the Live Stream. I closed the Live Stream Room. Captain Jin and Xiao Lin also arrived.
I recounted what had happened to them. After some investigation, they told us the deceased girl was named Wang Lei, known as “Art School Tomboy,” while the girl in the camisole was Tong Cancan.
From the scene, it seemed Tong Cancan had killed Wang Lei with a fruit knife before committing suicide.
The police searched the dormitory thoroughly but found no sign of the disc, and although Tong Cancan had regained consciousness, she seemed mentally disturbed, repeatedly screaming in fear, “Ghost! There’s a ghost! Lei Lei, I didn’t kill you! Don’t haunt me!”
Xiao Lin sighed and shook his head, “We can’t get anything out of her like this. Let’s take her to the hospital and contact her family.”
As Tang Mingli and I left the girls’ dormitory, I suddenly noticed a girl in the crowd, pale-faced, looking at me with something to say, but in the end, she said nothing and turned to leave.
I quickly chased after her, “Classmate, do you know something?”
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