Horror Camgirl - Ch. 119: The Exorcists
After flying all night over the Pacific, we finally arrived at Los Angeles Airport. When we exited the terminal, there was an assistant waiting to pick us up.
This assistant was the secretary of Aunt Gui's husband. She was very beautiful and spoke fluent American English.
At that moment, I was still wearing a hat and a mask. She gave me a sideways glance and said in English, "Ma'am, who is this person? Why is she covering her face? Lately, there have been quite a few terrorists around Los Angeles. Are you sure her identity is fine?"
"Don't worry, I was raised by Aunt Gui, there's nothing to be concerned about," I responded in flawless British English.
Everyone looked at me in surprise—weren't you just a high school graduate? How could your spoken English be this good?
What they didn't know was that before coming here, I complained to Yin Changsheng about my poor English speaking and listening skills, worried I might embarrass myself in the U.S.
When they heard I was going abroad to do a live stream, they all got interested. Huang Shan Jun even taught me a minor magic technique.
This spell allowed me to use my Divine Sense to directly communicate with others by entering their minds. In reality, I was still speaking in Chinese, but to others, it sounded like perfect English.
At the time, I was moved to tears. If I had learned this spell back in high school, why would I have wasted time listening to cassette tapes? Those tapes were so expensive—I had to survive on just steamed buns for an entire month to afford them.
The assistant forced a smile and said, "Well then, please get in the car."
The car drove along a wide road for three hours until we finally arrived at a small town called Beaverville.
The U.S. has vast lands with sparse populations, and the houses in these small towns are large and far apart. Even if you screamed at the top of your lungs inside one house, no one across the street would hear you.
Aunt Gui's house was nestled among trees, and as we approached, I could feel a strong flow of Yin energy, chilling me to the bone.
The interior of the house was quite rustic, preserving a style that had lasted for centuries. As I looked around, I could vaguely sense that behind the American country-style wallpaper, there were stains of blood everywhere.
Aunt Gui went to tidy up the house, while I pulled Taozi aside, asking her to tell me about the history of the house.
After the incidents in the family, Taozi and her brother went to the library to investigate, and they found out that this land was considered cursed ever since the Native American era. It was said that during a war, a certain tribe captured prisoners here, beheaded them, and hung their heads high as an offering to their gods.
After the U.S. was established, an American aristocrat built a house here. Not long after the construction, a group of Native Americans stormed in, plundered everything, and killed the aristocrat's entire family.
Since then, the house became infamous. Every family that moved in experienced something terrible—some died mysteriously, some disappeared without a trace, and others turned on each other in violence.
The previous owner shot his wife and three children with a shotgun.
“Hehe.” A faint laugh came from the corner, and we turned around to see a young girl in an old-fashioned dress quickly running away. We only managed to catch a glimpse of the hem of her dress.
Taozi clung to my hand in fear. I reassured her, "Don't be afraid, go back to your room. I'm going to set up a formation around the house."
I took out nine red flags and placed them around the house to set up a Nine-Yang Suppressing Ghost Formation. Just as I finished, I saw a black van stop in front of the house.
A slightly overweight, middle-aged Chinese man jumped out of the van, opened the door personally, and welcomed two men in black coats, saying eagerly, “Thank you so much for coming to help. If this goes on any longer, my whole family will be finished.”
I recognized the Chinese man—it was Aunt Gui’s husband, Hu Dahua.
Hu Dahua also came from a poor background, but he was very good at business, and a decade ago he had already amassed millions.
Perhaps because of being looked down upon in his youth, he refused to acknowledge his rural roots. No one could call him by his name—they had to address him as General Hu.
Back in the day, he looked down on our family. Even when we brought local specialties to his house, he’d scoff at our gifts for being "unclean."
The two men in black coats were tall and broad-shouldered, each carrying a full backpack with who-knows-what inside.
At that moment, Hu Dahua noticed me and frowned, “Who are you?”
“Uncle Hu, I’m Yuan Junyao,” I stepped forward to greet him.
It took Hu Dahua a moment to remember who I was, and he responded indifferently with an “Oh” before turning back to the two men, smiling, “Mr. Philip, Mr. Les, this way, please.”
He escorted them into the house, and Aunt Gui asked curiously, “Who are these gentlemen?”
Hu Dahua said, “These two are famous exorcists from America. It took a lot of effort to bring them here.” He added, “When you went back to China, wasn’t it to bring back a Master? Where is the Master?”
Aunt Gui replied, “Jun Yao is the Master I brought back.”
Hu Dahua glanced at me with disdain, “Her? Xiao Gui, you’re usually so reliable, but how could you be so foolish this time? What could a young lady possibly do? Oh well, it doesn’t matter if you didn’t find anyone. With these two exorcists here, any demons or devils will be dealt with.”
Aunt Gui seemed a bit guilty and apologized to me, but I waved my hand, “It’s okay. Let them try first. If they can’t handle it, then I will step in.”
I spoke quietly, but they still overheard me. The blond man named Philip gave me a glance—though he didn’t say anything, the disdain in his eyes was unmistakable.
They walked around the house and said they would wait until midnight, when the spirits fully emerged, before capturing them.
We all stayed in the house, and in my room, I opened my live streaming room, announcing that I would be streaming tonight. The viewers were excited to hear that I was in the U.S. and about to face off with two American exorcists.
[“Streamer, we’re all waiting for you to smack those Americans in the face!”]
[“If you make us proud tonight, I’ll send you a Golden Crown. I mean it!”]
[“If you embarrass us, don’t bother coming back.”]
After dinner, the night grew deeper, and the Yin energy in the house became stronger and more oppressive.
It was then that we heard the sound of footsteps and nursery rhymes from upstairs, as if a group of children were playing games, holding hands and skipping about.
Two exorcists, armed with shotguns loaded with silver bullets, rushed upstairs to the second floor.
I quietly followed them, opening the Live Stream Room as I went.
They opened the door to that room, and to their surprise, there was nothing inside. However, my spiritual sight revealed that the ghostly children, frightened, had all slipped into the walls.
With the Live Stream Room on, the viewers watching on their screens saw everything too, and they began mocking the exorcists.
[Looks like these two exorcists aren’t that great.]
[Compared to our streamer, those guns they’re holding are nothing but children’s toys.]
[Streamer, take them down!]
I was just tagging along for the fun of it and had no intention of getting involved.
Suddenly, Les spun around and shouted, "Move aside!"
I stepped out of the way, and he fired a shot past me.
Behind me was a male ghost wearing an Ox-Head mask. He was filthy, covered in grime, and wielding a massive axe.
The shot hit the Ox-Head ghost square in the chest, sending it flying backward, disappearing into thin air.
The two exorcists high-fived each other. "One down," they said.
I looked at their backs and muttered, "It's not really gone. Just wait and see."
They returned to the living room. Hu Dahua, hugging his wife and children, asked anxiously, "How did it go?"
Philip said coolly, "The Ox-Head ghost is dead."
Hu Dahua and his family were overjoyed. He turned to Aunt Gui and said, "See, I told you I got the right exorcists. You’ve got to rely on real exorcists for ghost problems. Those so-called masters back home are all frauds."
[Wow! This yellow-on-the-outside, white-on-the-inside guy actually dares to look down on our Chinese cultivators!]
[Yeah, because everything abroad is supposed to be better, right?]
[Streamer, you have to shut him up!]
Aunt Gui looked at me awkwardly, apologetically. I shook my head, indicating it was fine.
Suddenly, Taozi pointed behind the two exorcists and screamed, "The Ox-Head ghost!"
The two exorcists spun around in shock, just in time to see the Ox-Head ghost swinging its axe down violently.
They barely managed to dodge. The axe hit the floor hard, sending splinters flying everywhere, and Hu Dahua’s family turned and ran in terror.
The exorcists fired repeatedly at the Ox-Head ghost, but it vanished again, only to reappear right behind them moments later. With a powerful sideways swing of its axe, it aimed to cut the two of them in half.
[Hahaha, this ghost’s got some real fight in it!]
[Streamer, this Ox-Head ghost is like your secret ally!]
[Now this is what I call a real comeback!]
The exorcists weren’t amateurs, though. They rolled away immediately, and the two of them started grappling with the ghost. I stood quietly in the corner, watching the chaos unfold without saying a word.
After the two exorcists were beaten up pretty badly, Philip seized a moment when the Ox-Head ghost was pursuing Les. He rushed over, grabbed the shotgun that had fallen on the ground, pointed it at the back of the ghost's head, and yelled, "You son of a bitch, die!"
Then, he pulled the trigger.
Bang.
The Ox-Head ghost’s head exploded like a watermelon, blood and flesh scattering everywhere.
[Wait, the Ox-Head ghost died just like that?]
[Our streamer hasn’t even stepped in yet! How could it die so quickly?]
[Streamer, don't let us down!]
I said softly, "Everyone, stay calm. The real boss hasn’t appeared yet."
Les, being a bit more courteous, turned to me and asked, "Are you alright?"
I shook my head and replied, "Thanks for your hard work."
Philip, with a large bruise on his face, said coldly, "You should leave now, before you get hurt."
I smiled and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. But as for the two of you, I think you might be in for some real trouble."
Philip raised an eyebrow, sneering. "The Ox-Head ghost is dead. I’d really like to know what trouble we’re in."
"You two don’t really think this house has only one Ox-Head ghost, do you?"
Philip responded, "Besides the Ox-Head ghost, the rest are just small fry, nothing to be scared of."
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