Horror Camgirl - Ch. 90: Cursed Ghost Attack
I let out a bitter laugh, "We didn’t even see its face and we had to run away in such a sorry state. How powerful do you think it is?"
"Could it be... a Vengeful Ghost?" Ye Xianluo couldn’t help but suggest.
I stayed silent for a moment, then replied, "With such intense Yin Qi, it might already be a Fierce Ghost. And if it’s not, it’s only a step away from becoming one."
Xiao Lin took a deep breath, "Dealing with a ghost of that level... we’ll probably need someone from above to come and handle it."
I had used up all of the Special Cinnabar I had refined. Thankfully, I managed to acquire a good amount of Golden Foot Mushrooms—so this trip wasn’t a total loss.
As for the ghost lurking in that mountain cave, I was simply too weak to face it. Better to leave it to an expert.
I pushed the matter to the back of my mind. I bought a large amount of herbs and prepared a fresh batch of Cinnabar. I even managed to refine some Rejuvenation Pills, but unfortunately, I only had enough materials for a single batch, yielding only five pills, all of average quality.
At that time, I didn’t realize that the Rejuvenation Pill could now only be crafted by the Medicine King Valley, with an average batch producing only three pills, even when refined by a second-tier alchemist.
Late at night, I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, cultivating under the moonlight. Moonlight contains traces of Spiritual Energy and essence, which, while not as potent as sunlight, is particularly nourishing for female cultivators.
It was then that I suddenly sensed something. I opened my eyes to see my bedroom door silently opening on its own.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, reached under my pillow for my Peachwood Sword, and cautiously stepped outside.
Thick Yin Qi was seeping out from the bathroom, accompanied by a creaking sound, as if something was crawling through the pipes.
"Who’s there?" I shouted. "Show yourself!"
Strands of pitch-black hair started crawling out along the walls, completely covering the bathroom door frame before spreading out to envelop me.
This aura... it’s exactly like the one in that cliffside cave!
My heart sank. That ghost has set its sights on me!
I quickly drew a Talisman on my palm and struck forward, chanting loudly, "By the Divine Master's decree, slaying demons without mercy. First, destroy the Vengeful Ghost, then cut down the shadows of night. What god would not bow? What ghost dares resist? By my command!"
A golden talisman shot from my palm and flew into the pitch-black bathroom. A piercing scream erupted from within.
“ROAR!” A furious roar followed, as if my talisman had not banished it but instead enraged it further!
The hair around me surged violently, and ghostly pale hands began reaching out toward my head.
Taking a deep breath, I bit down hard on my tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Peachwood Sword. The blade glowed with a thick golden light. I swung it upwards, slicing off the ghostly hands reaching for me, and then leaped forward, thrusting straight into the darkness within the bathroom.
Inside, it was pitch-black, and from the depths of that darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at me coldly.
My heart pounded with fear, yet adrenaline surged through me. I roared and drove the sword deeper into the darkness.
At the same moment, countless ghostly hands seized me.
Swoosh.
The spot where my sword pierced flared with a dazzling golden light. As the light faded, I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out. All traces of the ghost vanished, leaving the room eerily quiet, as if everything that just happened had been nothing more than a nightmare.
But the sensation of those ghostly hands gripping me—cold, bone-chilling, making my scalp tingle—was still vivid in my mind. I doubted I’d ever forget that feeling.
Tongue Blood is considered a person's vital essence. I had used up a significant amount of it, draining all my Spiritual Power and leaving my body utterly exhausted.
Trembling, I fumbled for a Rejuvenation Pill and a Peyuan Pill and swallowed them. As expected, these pills were potent; my Spiritual Energy quickly recovered to about half its normal level. I stretched my limbs, marveling at the effects. No wonder these pills were so precious—armed with a supply of Rejuvenation Pills, even a weak cultivator could wear down their enemies.
My anger surged. I didn’t want to provoke you, yet you dared to come after me? Do you really think I’m some sickly cat just because I haven’t shown my claws?
Without delay, I called Tang Mingli. As soon as the call connected, a sharp, eerie laughter filled the line, sending chills down my spine.
Tang Mingli is in danger!
I rushed out immediately, hailed a cab, and headed straight to Tang Mingli’s villa. Fortunately, it wasn’t far. Looking through the window, I could see the lights on inside, but the silence was unnerving.
Did something happen to Tang Mingli?
I punched the door lock, forcing it open, and charged in, scanning my surroundings. The bathroom was heavy with Yin Qi, the door left slightly ajar. I hurried over, raising my Peachwood Sword, and kicked the door open.
I was stunned.
Inside the bathroom, Tang Mingli stood completely naked, using a towel to dry his hair.
I froze for two full seconds, then quickly turned away, my face flushing red like a ripe tomato. Stammering, I said, "S-s-sorry! I... I just..."
He chuckled softly, "You were worried about me, so you rushed over?"
"I called just now and heard screams in the background..."
"That was just a ghost attacking me, but I've already driven it away." He walked over slowly, standing just behind me, and I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Don't underestimate me—I'm a Transformation Strength Martial Artist now."
I couldn't help but twitch at the corners of my eyes. Since you're a Transformation Strength Martial Artist, you should've sensed me the moment I walked through the door. Why not put on some clothes instead? Now I've seen things I shouldn't have—I swear, I'm going to get eye infections from this.
"You care about me that much?" He smiled teasingly, gently gripping my shoulder. I quickly stepped aside and said, "Put some clothes on first. I have something important to tell you."
Tang Mingli slipped into a gold silk robe. His hair was slightly damp, revealing toned, long legs and a well-defined chest.
I silently thought to myself, I never expected him to be such a show-off.
"What did you want to talk about?" Tang Mingli poured me a drink. I downed it in one gulp and said, "The saying goes, 'Man bears no ill will toward the tiger, but the tiger harbors harmful intent.' I initially thought we could avoid trouble with this Vengeful Ghost if we kept our distance, but it came after us first. It looks like it won't stop until one of us is dead."
He leaned forward slightly. "So, what’s your plan?"
I pulled out a dead bat I had picked up earlier from my backpack. This bat was twice the size of a normal one, with fangs as long as my thumb. Its pitch-black body was riddled with corpse toxins.
"I know a way—maybe it won't kill the ghost outright, but it can seriously wound it," I said.
This method was something I'd found in a booklet given to me by True Lord Zhengyang. It’s an ancient spell, supposedly originating from the Shang dynasty.
Back then, people worshipped the heavens and revered their ancestors, with sorcery rampant. Ghosts frequently harassed and attacked the living, so the sorcerers of that era developed various techniques to combat them.
This particular technique was a form of spellcasting.
A curse to destroy ghosts.
I explained, "This spell only works on ghosts below the Fierce Ghost level. If it's already broken through that threshold and reached the Fierce Ghost stage, then we’re out of luck."
Tang Mingli nodded, "Let's give it a shot. Who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky."
I nodded back, using my blood mixed with cinnabar to draw an ancient talisman on the ground. The symbols looked like ancient oracle bone script. I then placed the dead bat in the center of the sigil.
I lit white candles around the area and began chanting incantations. Strangely, the candles burned down rapidly—even before I could finish my chant, they were almost completely melted. Suddenly, a few flickers of flame rose into the air, spinning in midair.
"Now!" I shouted, my eyes lighting up. "Mingli, use your Tongue Blood!"
Without hesitation, he bit through his tongue, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood onto the talisman.
The blood of a Transformation Strength Martial Artist carries intense Yang Energy. The higher a martial artist's cultivation level, the more potent their Yang Energy becomes. This is why those at the Core Strength level and above are naturally resistant to ghostly entities below the level of ghost generals.
The oracle bone symbols on the talisman suddenly glowed, and I swiftly recited the final incantation. The tiny flames expanded into massive torches. The dead bat floated into the air, and with a loud explosion, it burst into a cloud of blood mist.
Amidst the crimson mist, a pitch-black shadow emerged, letting out a bone-chilling scream. "How dare you harm me! I will kill you! I will kill you both!"
The dark shadow vanished abruptly, and with a soft pop, the flames in the air extinguished, leaving the room in silence once more.
“How did it go?” Tang Mingli asked.
“We did it,” I replied, a hint of relief flashing across my face. “It hasn't broken through to Fierce Ghost yet; it's just at the peak of the Vengeful Ghost level. It's only a step away from becoming a Fierce Ghost. That ghost has been using that haunted car to collect souls in an attempt to reach the next stage.”
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