Horror Camgirl - Ch. 52: The Death CD
I nodded, “That's right, it’s me.”
“I’m also your viewer,” she said. “Leilei is your loyal fan; she watches every one of your live streams, and I came here because of her. Leilei has always liked these spooky things. Two weeks ago, Lolo, Leilei, CanCan, and I played a game called 'Disc Spirit,' but instead of a plate, we used a CD.”
“What?” I frowned.
“At first, we were just messing around, but halfway through the game, we suddenly heard someone singing—a woman, with a very high-pitched and thin voice. We thought someone was playing music, but the more we listened, the more it felt wrong; the voice seemed to be coming from above us.”
She trembled all over and said, “We were terrified at that moment; Lolo was the first to let go. Then the CD went out of control, and a chilling wind swept through the room, shattering a Guanyin statue that was set up in Lolo's dorm.”
“Lolo was the first girl to commit suicide by jumping?” I asked.
The girl nodded woodenly, then grabbed my arm and pleaded, “Host, please save me, I don’t want to die!”
I held her shoulders and said, “Calm down a bit. What’s your name?”
“My name is Lin Lu,” she said.
“Lin Lu, don’t be afraid. I’ll draw a talisman for you before this gets resolved. You must not wash it off.” I drew a talisman on her chest with special cinnabar. “This should protect your life. Here’s my phone number; if anything happens, just contact me.”
She clutched the piece of paper tightly and nodded. “Thank you, Anchor. If I survive, I’ll definitely give you ten crowns as a reward.”
After Lin Lu left, I told Tang Mingli about the incident on the way back. He scoffed, “These self-destructive women should just die, so they don’t drag others down.”
I shot him a glare but didn’t argue.
If it weren’t for being at my wits' end, I would never risk my life to do these ghostly live streams.
Upon opening my door, I suddenly froze, then turned and shouted down to Tang Mingli, “Mr. Tang, come up quickly!”
Tang Mingli's eyes brightened, his lips curling into a smile as he briskly climbed the stairs.
“Jun Yao, are you planning to let me stay over tonight?” he asked, his grin unwavering.
I sighed, “Mr. Tang, you’re thinking too much. I found this at the door.”
I raised my hand, holding a CD.
Tang Mingli’s expression changed immediately, and he said sternly, “How many times have I told you to call me Ming Li? Don’t call me Mr. Tang.”
I was speechless; that wasn’t the point.
Once inside, I inserted the CD into the computer and pressed play.
After a brief static, the screen displayed a beautiful woman named Chun Xing. She was a servant in a wealthy household, but her beauty brought her calamity; the master coveted her, while the mistress loathed her.
Once, when the master was away, the mistress sold her to a brothel, and it was one of the lowest kind. Despairing, she planned to hang herself before receiving clients but unexpectedly caught the eye of a handsome young man who bought her.
She thought she had found a good man and would live a good life, but instead, she had jumped into a pit of hell.
This handsome young man was merely a procurer, specializing in purchasing beautiful girls for his master.
The master was a local tyrant with immense power but had a terrifying hobby.
He enjoyed torturing beautiful women.
The computer began displaying the scenes of Chun Xing being tortured by the tyrant. It was too brutal and horrific for me to watch. Just as I was about to fast forward, I noticed Tang Mingli staring intently at the screen, his expression strange.
“Mr. Tang?” I waved my hand in front of him, but he was unresponsive.
A jolt ran through me; this CD had a ghostly curse on it that could disturb the mind. I was unaffected, probably due to my enhanced spiritual awareness.
“Mr. Tang, wake up!” I shook his shoulders forcefully. He suddenly turned his head, looking at me with a chilling gaze.
I felt a sense of foreboding and quickly stepped back, but it was too late; he seized my arm and pinned me down, executing the actions cleanly and smoothly.
His gaze, devoid of focus, locked onto me, filled with uncontrollable desire.
I knew what he intended, and fear coursed through me as I trembled.
I felt as if I was back on the day I lost my innocence, that chaotic night, that painful and humiliating morning. Those disdainful and hateful eyes, those malicious sneers, flooded back into my mind.
What had I done wrong? Why did I always encounter such things?
Wasn’t the humiliation and torment I had endured for the past twenty years enough?
Tang Mingli tore at my clothes, his eyes bloodshot and breath heavy, completely devoid of thought, a singular voice echoing in his mind: Possess her!
I gritted my teeth, grabbed a small knife hidden in my sleeve, and stabbed it fiercely into his shoulder. Blood gushed out, but he felt nothing.
I smeared his blood and quickly drew a talisman on his chest. The talisman glowed with a faint golden light, causing him to pause momentarily.
I clenched my fist and struck him hard in the face.
I poured all my strength into that punch, even adding a bit of spiritual energy, and it sent him flying. At the same time, a transparent ghostly figure was expelled from his body, sneering before vanishing.
This was intolerable!
While I sympathized with the ghostly woman’s fate, she had now become a vengeful spirit, wreaking havoc on the innocent. She deserved to be killed!
Tang Mingli’s brow twitched as he stood up, covering his face. “What just happened?”
My face turned a bit red, and I didn’t speak. When he saw my disheveled clothes, he immediately understood.
“I’m sorry…”
“No need to apologize; this isn’t your fault.” I sighed and took out a diluted healing pill. “Take this.”
He opened his mouth, taking my finger into his mouth, his tongue brushing against it deliberately.
I jumped back, startled, and withdrew my hand immediately.
After swallowing the medicine, in less than ten minutes, his jaw, which I had broken, had healed, though it still hurt a bit, it was no longer serious.
Surprised, he turned serious. “Jun Yao, don’t casually give this kind of medicine to others.”
I nodded; I understood the principle that holding wealth could lead to trouble.
He didn’t pry further, and we finished watching the disc. This time, Tang Mingli maintained his composure and resisted the spell.
Chun Xing had been tortured for a long time, surviving among the many women the tyrant had. In the end, the tyrant grew tired of her and buried her alive under a large tree, leaving only her head above ground, allowing her to freeze and starve to death.
Tang Mingli suddenly squinted and said, “I’ve seen that tree.”
Before he finished speaking, his phone rang. I looked at it and saw it was Lin Lu.
“Host, save me,” Lin Lu’s voice trembled with tears. “I just received a CD sent by the ghost.”
“Don’t watch it under any circumstances!” I replied immediately. “Where are you now?”
“I was going to throw the CD away, but my brother picked it up somehow and played it on the computer. By the time I noticed, it was too late; he stabbed Mom and Dad and was about to kill me. My talisman glowed for a moment, and he fell unconscious as if struck by a punch.”
Lin Lu finally couldn’t hold back and cried out, “There’s so much blood! What should I do?”
I regretted thinking the ghost’s target was only Lin Lu; I hadn’t anticipated it would endanger her family as well.
“Quick, call the police and an ambulance!” I shouted. “We’re on our way!”
Suddenly, I felt a chilling wind from the phone, and Lin Lu shouted, “She’s coming! “Host, save me! Save me!”
Before she could finish, a blood-curdling scream pierced the receiver, and the call was cut off.
We rushed towards Lin Lu’s house, but it was too late. Outside the Lin residence were police cars and ambulances, and I saw Lin Lu’s corpse being carried out in a body bag.
“I heard the son killed his parents and sister with a knife, then committed suicide. Truly a tragedy.”
“That boy seemed fine to me; how could he be so cruel?”
“The saddest is that girl; she was only nineteen and died the most tragic death, reportedly chopped into pieces.”
I looked grim; that ghost’s power was far beyond my expectations.
Tang Mingli placed a hand on my shoulder and said, “Jun Yao, it’s not your fault.”
I took a deep breath, my gaze resolute and somber as I asked, “You said you’ve seen that tree? Where is it?”
Tang Mingli replied, “You need to think carefully; that ghost is very dangerous.”
I chuckled wryly. “Even if I don’t go looking for her, she’ll come to me. It’s better to take the initiative.”
“Alright!” Tang Mingli said, “I’ll go with you.”
I felt a warmth in my heart. “You really don’t have to…”
“That ghost dares to touch me; how can I let her live in this world?” Tang Mingli’s eyes flashed with determination. “Whether human or ghost, those who provoke me will not end well.”
I couldn’t help but admire him inwardly: what a powerful presence!
Indeed, he deserved the nickname Tyrant.
Although the title was given by the ghost, he didn’t change it, which suggested he was quite pleased with it.
This time, we were well-prepared and brought along a lot of useful items. I also had special equipment custom-made by an experienced craftsman, which we packed into the Land Rover’s trunk.
In the dead of night, the Land Rover drove into the small hill behind the Art Academy.
Shan City, as its name suggests, is a city built on a mountain. The entire city is on hills, with mountains within mountains, peaks rising sharply. Many buildings reach from the first to the twentieth floor, and stepping outside, one is greeted by breathtaking views atop the peaks.
This particular small hill is quite famous; it was rumored to be a mass grave before the founding of the country. During the Japanese invasion of Shan City, many deceased were dragged here for burial.
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