Horror Camgirl - Ch. 82: Assassination! Yin Shengyao Injured
“No way,” I said immediately. “We exchange on the spot. No debts.”
“Fine. Tomorrow morning, when the ship docks, your items will be delivered,” he replied.
A smirk played at his lips. “I have plenty of rare herbs at my disposal. Feel free to choose any you like.”
I sneered. “Are you trying to get my pill formulas?”
“Would you sell them?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Do you think the person backing me would allow that?”
He looked at me meaningfully but dropped the topic, which gave me a bit of relief. I stood up to leave, but he asked, “Where are you going?”
“The deal’s done. What’s the point of lingering here?” I had no chance of retrieving the pills I’d given him, but I trusted he wouldn’t break his word.
“Since we’re business partners, let’s spend some time together,” he said. “I’ll offer an Earthheart Grass if you make me a meal.”
I scoffed inwardly—an Earthheart Grass to make me cook for him? Dream on.
I walked out of the room, only to find myself returning a moment later. “You’re serious about giving me the Earthheart Grass?”
Yin Shengyao chuckled, took a sip of red wine, and said, “I’ll even let you pick the menu.”
Left with no choice, I headed to the kitchen, muttering curses under my breath. May it all get stuck in your throat!
As I cooked, a thought crossed my mind: If I poisoned the food, no one would ever know…
I hesitated but ultimately refrained. First, I lacked the precise ingredients to make it undetectable. Besides, Yin Shengyao seemed knowledgeable in medicine. If he detected it and became wary, it would ruin future opportunities. Better to wait until he got used to my cooking—when he finally let his guard down, I could try again.
Usually, I’d just rinse the ingredients with Spiritual Energy, but this time I infused the dishes with a touch of it to enhance the flavors.
Before long, I had prepared a lavish spread.
The dining room was a private suite, furnished in a European palace style, with a round table laden with dishes. The aroma had even the waitstaff salivating.
“Oh, that smells amazing.” Cynthia came over, looking surprised. “Madam Yuan, did you make all this?”
I nodded. She swayed over to a seat by the table. “Madam Yuan, you’re truly a woman of many talents. Mr. Yin has quite an eye for quality.”
Yin Shengyao just smiled without comment.
I sat to the side, watching as they began to eat. Cynthia took a bite, froze for a moment, then inhaled deeply, quickly digging in with her chopsticks.
Usually adept at socializing over meals, Cynthia forewent small talk, her focus solely on eating. The table of dishes was soon devoured, leaving only empty plates.
Watching Yin Shengyao take the last corn cake, Cynthia looked regretful and then turned to me with admiration. “Madam Yuan, would you consider working as my family’s private chef?”
Yin Shengyao chuckled. “Are you trying to poach her, Cynthia?”
Cynthia’s expression shifted as she realized her mistake. Yin Shengyao seemed quite serious about this woman—not someone to cross, nor the powerful people backing him. She quickly retreated. “Mr. Yin, please, I meant no harm. Just a pity that our family won’t get to enjoy such delicious food.”
Just then, the door opened. Wu Sunlin entered, pulling Wu Yujie along. They both bowed deeply to Yin Shengyao.
“Mr. Yin, I failed to discipline my son properly. Please, I beg you to give us another chance.”
Yin Shengyao’s expression turned cold. “Cynthia, is it customary for anyone to barge into your private rooms?”
Cynthia’s face darkened, and she called out, “Security! Where is security?”
Wu Sunlin gritted his teeth and, pulling his son down with him, knelt before us.
The Wu family had been under constant pressure from the Wei and Guo families, on the verge of collapse. Securing the distribution rights for Spiritual Energy elixirs had been their last hope for revival. If they failed now, the Wu family would be finished.
“Mr. Yin,” Wu Sunlin pleaded, “please, give our family another chance. I’ll disown this unfilial son; he’ll no longer be a part of the Wu family.”
“It’s too late,” Yin Shengyao replied indifferently.
Wu Sunlin’s face turned ashen, and just as he began to speak, Wu Yujie crawled toward us, hitting his own face repeatedly.
“Mr. Yin, I was blind. I’ll serve you for the rest of my life if you’d only spare us this once.” He struck himself with such force that his face swelled, a trickle of blood staining his mouth.
As I looked at him, I suddenly noticed a shadow lurking around him.
A ghostly possession?
My face paled, and almost simultaneously, a sinister glint flashed in Wu Yujie’s eyes. With a flick of his hand, a cloud of dark mist surged toward us.
Bone-Eating Yin Qi!
Only a powerful Vengeful Ghost could wield such deadly magic. This toxic Yin Qi corrodes flesh and bones, liquefying a victim into a pool of ooze far more potent than anything seen on TV.
A Vengeful Ghost capable of creating Bone-Eating Yin Qi would undoubtedly be a formidable entity, forged through countless malicious rituals.
“Watch out!” Yin Shengyao lunged forward, pulling me into his arms, using his back to shield me from the deadly Qi. “Hold your breath and use Inner Strength to block it!”
I instantly activated my Spiritual Power, forming a barrier around myself to repel the Bone-Eating Yin Qi. Yin Shengyao popped a pill into his mouth and then struck Wu Yujie hard. The force sent Wu Yujie crashing into the wall, leaving a bloody streak as he fell lifeless to the floor.
Yet, under the ghost’s control, Wu Yujie’s body rose again. His eyes turned white, face twisted in a horrific grimace, his movements swift and beast-like. He let out an enraged roar and charged at us.
Yin Shengyao’s face had paled, an icy gleam in his eyes. He slammed his hand on the table, sending the dishes flying at Wu Yujie.
Crash, crash, crash.
Wu Yujie lay limp on the floor, his bones shattered by the onslaught, unable to move. The Vengeful Ghost possessing him withdrew, filling the room with a surge of sinister energy. Suddenly, all the lights went out, and the room plunged into darkness.
Unable to rely on sight, I closed my eyes and extended my spirit sense, sensing everything within a five-meter radius. Yin Shengyao held me tightly, his voice a quiet command, “Hold onto my waist.”
“I can manage on my own.”
“Hold on! Don’t make me repeat myself.” He tightened his grip on my hand, wrapping it around his waist.
“Your opponent is a vengeful ghost,” I warned. “You’re just a martial artist; you can’t handle it.”
Yin Shengyao sneered, “Who says I can’t?”
With that, he pulled out a jade amulet from his shirt, bit his ring finger, and let his blood drip onto it. Instantly, the amulet glowed with an intense light. The Vengeful Ghost, who had been rushing toward us with murderous intent, screamed and tried to flee. Yin Shengyao’s eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam. “Trying to escape now? Too late.”
He raised the amulet, its brilliant light illuminating the room as if it were daytime. The ghost’s attempt to sink into the wall failed as the light hit it, searing its form as if doused in acid. It burned and rotted, smoke rising from its dissolving body until it finally dissipated.
The lights flickered back on, and a piercing scream came from the adjacent room. Yin Shengyao kicked down the door to find an ordinary-looking man lying on the ground, bleeding from every orifice, convulsing beside a shattered clay jar.
This man had been raising the ghost, and with its destruction, he was now suffering the backlash of its dissipated energy. His internal organs would rot away in no time.
Yin Shengyao strode over, grabbed the man’s collar, and lifted him off the ground. “Who are you? Who sent you?”
The man’s face was smeared with blood, his eyes red and filled with hatred as he glared at us. He forced out a chilling smile. “No one survives once the Killing Gate has marked them.”
With that, he tilted his head, dying on the spot.
Killing Gate?
It was them again!
Yin Shengyao threw the corpse aside. “So it seems they didn’t just send regular assassins—they sent an evil cultivator as well. The Jinling Lu family must truly hate you. Hired assassins of this caliber don’t come cheap.”
I furrowed my brow. So, they were all coming for me.
Nearby, Cynthia lay dead, her body thoroughly corroded by Yin energy. Wu Sunlin, who had stayed farther away, was untouched by the energy but seemed to have aged a decade in an instant. He held his son close, weeping bitterly.
Without sparing them a glance, Yin Shengyao led me to a nearby bedroom, then began taking off his clothes.
“What are you doing?” I instinctively took a few steps back, watching him warily.
“Applying medicine.”
He removed his jacket and shirt, revealing a muscular back marred by a large, corroded wound. The flesh was raw and oozing, with one part of the injury exposing bone.
A twinge of discomfort crossed my mind as I dissolved a healing pill in water, then gently dabbed his wound with a damp cloth.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked quietly.
“Because I want to,” he replied coldly.
I didn’t press further. After applying the medicine, the wounded flesh began to regrow. He took another pill from a jade bottle, and within half an hour, the wound on his back began to scab over.
“It truly is a miraculous elixir,” he remarked. “With treasures like this, it’s no wonder so many would risk their lives for them.”
I watched him in silence, reminding myself, Yuan Junyao, remember: he is your enemy. Don’t let these small favors weaken your resolve. Think of your poor brother.
By dawn, a thick layer of scabs covered his wound, and it would heal fully within twelve hours, though it would leave an unsightly scar.
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