Horror Camgirl - Ch. 127: Human Flesh Buns
It was actually a corpse!
A corpse, decayed, appearing gigantic, of a woman!
A faint black mist emitted from her mouth. I drew my peachwood sword and slashed it with one strike, completely dispersing the ghostly aura, and said, "Call the police."
The train stopped at the next station, and the police took the corpse away for an autopsy.
The identity of the corpse was soon confirmed. She was an ordinary resident of Jinling City, who had died of liver cancer and was just taken to the funeral home a couple of days ago. Unexpectedly, the very night she arrived, the corpse went missing. Her family reported it, and the police reviewed the funeral home surveillance. Shockingly, they found that the corpse had opened the freezer by itself and left.
It is said that the officer who watched the footage was so frightened that he's still in the hospital on an IV.
I asked the police to send the corpse for cremation and then tell the family that someone stole the body, so as to avoid causing public panic with news of the corpse wandering around.
I felt a bit concerned. This ghostly entity was no ordinary threat; its power was the strongest I had ever seen.
When I arrived in Jinling, I stayed at the hotel arranged by Xue Haotian, in a presidential suite that was luxuriously decorated and quite high-end.
After dinner, I lay soaking in the bathtub, which was as large as a pool. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Ma'am, your room service."
"Come in," I called out.
The door opened, and a beautiful maid in uniform came in, pushing a dining cart, directly bringing it to the side of the tub. She smiled sweetly at me and said, "Ma'am, here is your meal."
As she spoke, she lifted the lid to reveal a plate full of human eyeballs.
I slapped the water with my hand, shooting out a jet of water that struck the maid. She let out a shrill laugh and disappeared without a trace.
With a grim face, I got out of the tub. So, this ghostly entity was using these tricks to force Chen Fei to go to Huanshan Middle School?
Though it was a terrifying illusion, not everyone was willing to accept some so-called "test." The ghost continually harassed them, frightening them so much that they felt compelled to accept the test.
"Madam Yuan, I heard a scream!" Xue Haotian rushed in, holding a large knife.
The bathroom door was open, and he walked in just in time to see me undressed. Startled, I immediately grabbed a towel and wrapped myself. He froze for a moment, then quickly turned around. "Sorry, I should have knocked."
"It's fine." My face flushed red as I hurried to get dressed and came out. I explained my suspicions to him, and his expression turned grim. He said, "This ghost has such intelligence, its strength must be formidable. Madam Yuan, if it's too dangerous, you..."
I gave a bitter smile and interrupted him, "I have no way to back out now."
"It's my fault." He sighed deeply.
I patted his shoulder and said, "There’s a saying that goes, 'The greatest warrior fights for the nation and the people.' We cultivators are the same. It’s our duty to protect the way and eliminate demons. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sacrificed their lives in the pursuit of vanquishing evil. I've just encountered some danger. How could I possibly turn tail and run now?"
Xue Haotian looked at me. In that moment, my gaze was firm. Having just bathed, my hair was slightly damp, and I exuded a subtle fragrance. He found himself staring at me in a daze.
"Ahem." Sensing something was off, I cleared my throat twice, and he snapped out of it. He straightened his face and said, "Madam Yuan, your insight is truly admirable. I’ll have the hotel arrange another room for you."
"No need." I pushed the dining cart to him. "Just clean this up."
After Xue Haotian left, I let out a sigh of relief, my face weary.
Don’t be fooled by how righteous I sounded earlier. The truth is, I’m scared to death. I said those things partly to improve his impression of me and partly to give myself courage. Honestly, I don’t have such lofty convictions.
Suddenly, I felt something. I glanced outside the window. There was the desolate moonlight and the flickering lights of the Qinhuai River.
Was I being overly suspicious? It felt as if someone was watching me.
I drew the curtains and slipped under the covers to sleep. Little did I know, on the rooftop of the hotel, a young man in a black coat stood facing the wind, with a faint smile on his lips.
"What an interesting girl," he murmured, his arms crossed. "I wonder if your luck will hold out this time."
The night passed uneventfully. The next morning, Xue Haotian and I went to Huanshan Middle School. Just like in the photos, the abandoned school was a scene of devastation, with weeds and rubble everywhere. In some places, there were even dried bloodstains.
We checked each classroom but found nothing. In the blink of an eye, it was already noon. The two of us went to a small restaurant not far from the school for lunch. The owner was a chubby man, though his face was rough, he always wore a smile and spoke in a flattering tone.
We ordered two baskets of buns and a couple of side dishes. The owner called out loudly, "Just a moment, you two. It'll be ready soon."
He turned around to bring over the freshly steamed buns from the stove. As soon as he opened the steamer, a thick cloud of hot steam rushed out.
“Hey Old Chen, why haven’t I seen your wife and kid today?” the street sweeper called out with a smile, sweeping away fallen leaves as he spoke.
Old Chen twitched the corner of his mouth and forced a small smile. “They’ve gone back to her parents’ place.”
“Back to her parents’ place again?” the sweeper teased. “I think you’re just too soft on them. If it were my wife, always running back to her parents, I’d break her legs!”
Old Chen chuckled awkwardly but said nothing, and then brought the buns over to us.
Xue Haotian, despite his prestigious background, didn’t mind the simplicity of these street buns. We each took one, broke them open, and were just about to take a bite when I suddenly froze.
“Wait,” I said quietly.
Xue Haotian looked over at me, his face suddenly alert. “What is it?”
I brought the bun to my nose, took a sniff, then broke open a few more and sniffed those too. My expression darkened, and I gave him a meaningful look.
Xue Haotian, sharp as ever, understood instantly. He said, “These buns don’t seem very fresh. Xiaoyao, let me take you to Jinli Ji instead—the buns there are unforgettable.”
With that, he took some money and placed it under the steamer, then got up to leave.
“Hey, hold on!” Old Chen called after us. “What about your food?”
“We’re not taking it. Your buns aren’t fresh,” Xue Haotian responded. Just as we reached the door, a fierce glint flashed in Old Chen’s eyes. He suddenly slammed a switch on the wall, and with a loud clang, the metal shutter rolled down, trapping us inside the shop.
We both turned to look at him. In his hand was a cleaver, and he glared at us with fury. “Tell me, what do you know?” he roared.
Xue Haotian stepped forward and coldly demanded, “Where are your wife and daughter?”
The fat on Old Chen’s face quivered, and he glared at us. “That’s none of your business!” he barked.
Xue Haotian’s voice turned icy. “They’re not… in the buns, are they?”
Old Chen’s face went deathly pale. A twisted, vicious look spread across his face as he raised the cleaver. He sneered darkly, “Since you know the truth, I’ll just have to turn you two into buns as well! You’re both so tender and fresh—you’ll make excellent buns!”
A flash of disdain crossed Xue Haotian’s eyes. He was just about to move forward, but I stopped him.
“Your wife and daughter are right behind you,” I said.
I have the ability to see spirits. To me, the figures of two disheveled women—one tall, one short—were floating right behind him. Their hair was wild, and from within it, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at him with a penetrating gaze.
Old Chen jumped, spinning around quickly, but with his mortal eyes, how could he see them?
“Quit trying to mess with me!” he snarled. “You think you can scare me with this nonsense? Dream on!”
“You really won’t believe it until you see it for yourself,” I said, pulling out my phone. I snapped a picture of him, then held the screen up to his face. “Look. Isn’t this your wife and daughter?”
Old Chen’s entire body trembled as he looked at the two ghostly figures in the photo behind him. His fat rippled with fear.
“No, that’s impossible! They’re dead! You’re tricking me! You’re lying!” He screamed, lifting the cleaver and charging toward us.
For some reason, his strength seemed monstrous. With one strike, he shattered a solid wood table into splinters.
As I dodged, I glanced at the table, now reduced to wood shavings. Something didn’t feel right.
Despite his strength, Old Chen was still an ordinary person. With a swift spinning kick, Xue Haotian struck him in the face, sending him flying into the wall. He crashed against it, leaving behind a dark red stain of blood.
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