Horror Camgirl - Ch. 89: The Ghost Bus
I nodded. I wasn’t planning on telling anyone, anyway.
He smiled and pulled me into his arms. "Jun Yao, trust me, I won’t let you down."
I patted his back and said, "I believe you."
He gazed at me with an intensity as if I were some rare treasure. His gaze was so fervent that it made me a bit uncomfortable.
“You’ve just reached a new level. You need time to stabilize your cultivation,” I said. “Go take a Medicinal Bath first.”
After sending him off for his bath, I began searching for a location for my next live stream. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Strange, who would it be at this hour?
I stood up to open the door and found Xiao Lin and Ye Xianluo standing there.
I welcomed them in, and Xiao Lin grinned, "Jun Yao, is it time for another live stream?"
Curious, I asked, "Are you two dealing with another unsolvable case?"
They both looked a bit awkward. "Uh... Jun Yao, we’re actually here to find you some new material."
I rolled my eyes. "What case is it this time?"
Xiao Lin pulled out a file and handed it to me. "Have you ever heard of the 'Ghost Bus'?"
I opened the file and saw a blurry photo. It showed a dark, winding mountain road, and a faint image of a bus traveling along it.
"Every night, a bus appears on the Pan Mountain Highway from Linshan County to Shan City," Xiao Lin explained. "This bus used to operate as a long-distance service from Linshan County. About two weeks ago, it ran off a cliff on a sharp mountain bend at night. None of the forty-two passengers, including the driver, survived."
"I think I saw a report about that in the news," I said.
"Originally, everything seemed to be handled smoothly with compensation for the families and all. But eight days ago, drivers passing by at night started spotting the bus on Pan Mountain Highway. These are all photos they took."
As I flipped through the pictures, I paused on one of them. It was taken from the side of the bus, clearly showing the inside. A cold, pale light illuminated the interior, which was packed with people.
Confused, I asked, “Weren’t there only around forty deaths? Why does it look like there are so many more passengers?”
Xiao Lin’s expression turned serious. “That’s exactly the problem. Everyone who has encountered the Ghost Bus has fallen unconscious after returning home.”
He pointed to a ghostly figure in one of the photos, pressed against the bus window with a terrified face, seemingly begging for help from those outside.
“That one... was the first person to witness the Ghost Bus,” Xiao Lin said.
I frowned. “Is the bus collecting souls?”
“We tried to intercept it,” Xiao Lin replied. “Our department set up a spirit-capturing array on its usual route, but the bus smashed through it, leaving our array in shambles. Even one of our cultivators was injured. Most of our team are martial artists or ability users; when it comes to spirits, we really need cultivators like you.”
I nodded. “Alright, I’ll go check it out tomorrow.”
Xiao Lin and Ye Xianluo both breathed a sigh of relief. “We’ll pick you up tomorrow, then.”
Just as we were talking, the bathroom door opened, and Tang Mingli walked out in his pajamas.
Xiao Lin raised an eyebrow, giving me a look that said, I knew it. I twitched the corner of my mouth. "It’s not what you think..."
Tang Mingli strode over and interrupted, “You two really have bad timing.”
I frowned; something about his words sounded off.
Xiao Lin coughed awkwardly. “Got it, we’re leaving now.”
After a few steps, he suddenly froze, turned around, and exclaimed, “You’ve broken through to Transformation Strength?”
Tang Mingli replied calmly, “Just did.”
Xiao Lin’s eyes widened as he studied Tang Mingli, then shot me an unreadable look but said nothing more.
Once they left, Tang Mingli whispered to me, “No matter what he asks, don’t admit anything.”
I nodded. “Understood.”
The next morning, we first went to the hospital. The patients who had encountered the Ghost Bus and lost their souls were filling up the hospital’s wards.
“How many are there?” I asked, frowning.
“Forty-seven,” Xiao Lin replied.
All of them were in a vegetative state, just like my younger brother. I checked their pulses, and indeed, their consciousness was completely empty—their souls were gone.
Once a soul dies, the body quickly starts to deteriorate.
We left the hospital and headed straight to Pan Mountain Highway. Despite the beautiful scenery, the whole mountain was shrouded in an eerie chill.
I was puzzled. A mere bus accident, even with forty-some deaths, shouldn’t generate this much Yin energy. It was just an accident, not some massacre.
“This is the place,” Xiao Lin said, pointing to a section of guardrail that had been smashed.
I looked down over the edge and said, “I want to go down there and take a look.”
Tang Mingli chuckled. “I’ll go with you.”
After speaking, he suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and leaped off the cliff.
Startled, I shouted, "W-what are you doing?!"
Tang Mingli landed steadily on a welcoming pine tree growing out of the cliffside. Grabbing onto a vine entwined around the branches, he jumped down again, gracefully hopping from tree to tree as if he were walking on flat ground.
I gasped in amazement, "Is this the power of a Transformation Strength master?"
In just a few leaps, he had brought me to the base of the cliff. Here, a small stream meandered through, surrounded by jagged rocks.
Amidst the rocks, there were even some remnants of car wrecks. As soon as we arrived, a bone-chilling cold enveloped me. The air was thick with Yin Qi—could it be that some terrifying ghostly creature was lurking nearby?
I surveyed the surroundings and noticed that the Yin Qi was flowing down from upstream. Tugging on Tang Mingli’s sleeve, I said, “Let’s go check it out.”
We followed the stream for a while until we reached a spot where lush trees grew at the foot of the cliff. My eyes lit up as I hurried forward and pushed aside the dense underbrush, discovering clusters of mushrooms growing at the base of the trees.
These mushrooms looked no different from ordinary ones, except their stalks were a brilliant gold, shimmering under the sunlight.
“Golden Foot Mushrooms!” I exclaimed in delight. “What an unexpected find!”
I quickly gathered as many as I could, stuffing my backpack to the brim. Tang Mingli asked, "What are these good for?"
“Golden Foot Mushrooms thrive in places saturated with Yin Qi. They’re great for nourishing the soul, making them invaluable for cultivators and psychic Ability Users. But...”
“But what?” he prompted.
I swallowed hard and said, “But where there are Golden Foot Mushrooms, there’s almost always a Vengeful Ghost nearby.”
Before I could finish speaking, the treetops above us began to rustle, producing an eerie sound that sent chills down my spine.
Sensing the danger, Tang Mingli warned, “Jun Yao, this place is too dangerous. We need to leave.”
“Let me grab a few more!” I hastily quickened my pace. Even though my backpack was already overflowing, I was reluctant to leave. Tang Mingli reached out to pull me away, urging, “Enough! We have to go!”
Suddenly, the dense canopy overhead split open, revealing a pitch-black cave. From within, a swarm of bats burst forth, diving straight toward us.
“Vampire bats!” Tang Mingli shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me into a sprint.
The sheer number of bats blotted out the sky. He shielded me behind him, abruptly turned around, and with a surge of Inner Strength, unleashed a powerful palm strike into the air, sending a swath of bats crashing to the ground.
I picked up one of the bat corpses, but Tang Mingli hoisted me into his arms, rushing toward the cliff. He seized a vine and began climbing rapidly.
Thousands of bats swarmed toward us, and although Tang Mingli was climbing at top speed, they were still faster.
I fumbled through my bag and grabbed some specially prepared Cinnabar, hurling it at the oncoming bats. As soon as the fastest ones touched the Cinnabar, they emitted wisps of green smoke.
I kept throwing Cinnabar, but just as we were about ten meters from the cliff’s edge, I ran out of my supply.
This is bad!
I drew my Peachwood Sword, but suddenly, a ball of fire descended from above. It swirled through the air, and any bat it touched instantly burst into flames, turning into trails of black smoke that dissipated in the air.
With a few more agile leaps, Tang Mingli reached the top of the cliff. He spun around and struck out again, scattering another group of bats. The remaining bats, seemingly afraid of the fire, circled for a while before retreating back into the dark cave.
Xiao Lin hurried over and asked, “What’s the situation down there?”
“There’s a cave beneath the cliff, and a powerful ghostly creature is hiding inside,” I said, wiping the sweat off my forehead. “Those bats just now—they’ve absorbed too much Yin Qi and mutated. They’re no longer ordinary bats; they’re called Ghost Bats. They feed on human blood and brain matter, and their fangs carry corpse poison. Regular weapons can’t harm them, so be extremely careful. Getting bitten is not an option.”
Xiao Lin's face turned grim. “Just how powerful is the ghost in that cave?”
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