Horror Camgirl - Ch. 121: The Devil's Child
Elizabeth was born into British nobility, but her family fell into decline. To avoid living as a commoner, she married a businessman who was working in England and moved with him back to the United States.
Her husband, Smith, had this English-style house built specifically for her to live in. However, Elizabeth didn't love her husband, and Smith was often away for long periods. Feeling lonely and isolated, she ended up falling into the arms of the Devil.
Every night, she dreamt of a handsome man visiting her. Before long, she found herself pregnant, even though her husband had been away for six months.
To avoid any rumors, she moved into the attic with her two maids, staying there until she gave birth nine months later.
In her diary, she wrote that the child was the Devil's, but to her, he was an angel. She lied and claimed that the child belonged to one of the maids, secretly raising him by her side. But secrets don't stay hidden forever, and when the boy turned seven, someone revealed to Smith that the child was actually Elizabeth's illegitimate son.
An enraged Mr. Smith stormed upstairs with a kerosene lamp to confront Elizabeth. Somehow, he fell from the stairs, and the lamp shattered. Flames and oil splashed over him, burning him alive.
This event spread quickly, and the townspeople claimed that the child was the Devil's and that he was responsible for Mr. Smith's death.
The furious townspeople stormed into the house with torches, demanding that Elizabeth hand over the child. However, Elizabeth had already ordered the maids to take the child away and leave the town.
In retaliation, the residents burned Elizabeth as a witch.
"Jun Yao," Aunt Gui ran over, her face filled with worry. "Where is my Taozi? Is Taozi alright?"
I waved my hand and said, "Aunt Gui, don’t worry just yet. Where is the attic?"
"The attic?" Aunt Gui paused for a moment, then said, "Follow me."
Our group arrived at the third-floor hallway, where a rope hung from the ceiling. Aunt Gui pulled the rope, and a ladder dropped down from above.
I climbed up into the attic. There was a strange smell, a mix of rot, mold, and a metallic tang of blood.
Following the scent of blood, I found Taozi lying in a corner, bleeding.
"Taozi!" I helped her up and checked her pulse. Thankfully, it was only some minor injuries.
I gave her a Healing Pill and picked her up, but then I noticed she was clutching something in her hand.
It was a photograph.
The photo was very old, yellowed and brittle. The back indicated it had been taken in 1840.
I flipped it over and saw a seven-year-old boy with short brown hair, looking handsome and delicate.
Why did this face seem so familiar?
I stared at it for a long while, then suddenly gasped.
This... this person was...
Heavy footsteps approached from behind me. I slowly turned around to see Les standing there, holding a bloody human head.
It was Philip’s head.
["Holy crap, he's actually the Devil's child! I thought he was a gentleman!"]
["A devil’s child this handsome isn’t so bad, to be honest starry eyes."]
["You in front, stop being delusional. He killed his own partner—he’s definitely a ruthless demon king!"]
["Women are so irrational, liking someone like him. Is this what they mean by ‘bad boys get the girls’?"]
"Where are Aunt Gui and the others?" I clenched my fists. "What have you done to them?"
Les tossed Philip's head aside, a bloodthirsty smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "I've lived for over three hundred years. Countless people have tried to get rid of us—priests, pastors, Native American shamans—but you, you're the first to actually kill my mother."
I smirked. "Should I be proud?"
"I've heard before that people from China have some sort of mysterious power," he said, slowly walking toward me. I held Taozi and took two steps back, eyeing him warily.
"But I can't leave this continent, so I've never had a chance to see it for myself." He spread his arms, grinning. "Today, I finally get to witness the power from China."
["Why is he praising China, but I still feel so uncomfortable?"]
["Because his face is full of sarcasm, can’t you read the room?"]
["What the heck, why is he being so sarcastic? Come on, streamer, roast him! Isn't he just some three-hundred-year-old monster? What's the big deal?"]
["Streamer, do you see the crown in my hand? It's made of gold. Kill him, and I’ll give you ten crowns as a reward!"]
I gently put Taozi down behind me and said, "So, what do you want now?"
Les smiled. "What I said before was all true. I've watched your livestreams, I'm a fan. Even with your hat and mask on, I could tell—you are very beautiful. I've seen many women, and you are the most beautiful. So I will kill you and keep you forever."
"You have a strange way of expressing your affection." I pulled out the Peachwood Sword from behind me. "If that’s the case, then let’s fight."
"Hahaha, you think you can?" Les laughed. "The flags you placed outside are useless now, aren’t they?"
"That’s right," I said. "The Nine-Yang Suppressing Ghost Formation's power has been depleted."
"Then what are you going to fight me with?" He seemed certain of his victory.
"Of course, I'll fight you with my life." I took off my hat and mask, removed my brooch, and put it aside.
【Ahhhh, finally seeing the streamer's real face!】
【Oh my god, so beautiful. I've never seen such a gorgeous woman!】
【Beautiful and handsome at the same time! Streamer, I want to have a hundred babies with you!】
【Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!】
I raised my sword, lightly tapped the tip of my foot, and focused all my strength on the sword's tip. I turned my body into a streak of light and lunged toward him.
On the computer screen, my eyes were resolute, like a goddess charging towards her death. The Live Stream Room exploded instantly.
【I can't take it anymore! I'm flying to Los Angeles right now, I need to save the streamer!】
【Don't be ridiculous, by the time you get there, you'll only be able to collect her body.】
【Even if I can't save her, I'm going to avenge her!】
Les kept a faint smile on his face the entire time. He knew this strike wouldn’t kill him.
His power was too overwhelming, equivalent to a high-level Fierce Ghost in China. With my mere Second Grade cultivation, trying to kill him was no different than smashing an egg against a rock.
But I had a flying sword.
My ace in the hole, though I couldn’t let my viewers see it.
This sword strike was just a distraction.
As my sword neared him, the flying sword in my body surged out from the palm of my hand, following along my Peachwood Sword, transforming into a streak of golden light, and pierced through his chest.
He stood there with full confidence, not even moving an inch, certain that my Peachwood Sword couldn’t harm him. What he hadn’t expected was that I had a flying sword as well.
The Peachwood Sword pierced through the wound left by the flying sword, emerging from his back. He looked at me in disbelief: “You, you actually…”
My eyes were sharp, and I smirked slightly. “You were too careless. We Chinese have plenty of tricks to deal with devils like you.”
With that, I pulled out my Peachwood Sword forcefully, and the flying sword quietly returned to my body.
Les stumbled back a couple of steps, and his chest started to burn. A dark flame began consuming his flesh inch by inch.
“No, how could I be killed by a witch from China!” he screamed, his face twisted in rage, “I am immortal! I am the son of a devil!”
His body turned into a mass of black mist and lunged at me.
I had exhausted all my energy and had no strength left to fend off his final attack. I was going to die.
I closed my eyes. I really hadn’t expected this—I thought I could make it out alive.
At least I had done my best.
At that moment, I heard a gunshot.
The black mist rushed towards me but was shattered by a single shot, dispersing completely with a loud pop.
I jumped in surprise and looked toward the doorway. A tall man holding a shotgun walked in with long strides.
“Thank you for saving me.” I steadied myself against the wall and was stunned when I saw his face.
“It’s you?” I exclaimed.
It was Yin Shengyao?
“What are you doing here?” I practically spat out the question through clenched teeth. I wanted to ask if he’d been stalking me—how did I run into him all the way here in America?
This time, it couldn’t just be a coincidence, right?
“Watch your tone,” Yin Shengyao said. “I just saved your life.”
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