Horror Camgirl - Ch. 129: Death Train
We entered another classroom, and suddenly the scenery around us shifted. We found ourselves on a train, filled with passengers.
Blood-red characters appeared on the wall of the train: "There are ghosts on this train. Find all of them and eliminate them."
Oddly enough, the passengers seemed unaware of the bloody message; they were all just minding their own business.
"Let's split up again," I said to Xue Haotian. "I'll start from the rear of the train, and you start from the front."
He nodded, and we went our separate ways, searching each carriage, one by one.
As I entered the sixteenth carriage, I saw a woman grabbing a conductor, shouting loudly.
"Hurry, help me open the restroom door!" The plump middle-aged woman in red demanded. "My daughter has been in there for almost an hour, and there's no response when I knock. She must have passed out!"
"Ma'am, don't worry," the conductor reassured her and called over the train guard, who brought the keys.
When they opened the restroom door, a little girl was standing inside, staring blankly at everyone. The middle-aged woman, visibly upset, said, "You silly child! What are you doing locked in there? Don't you know how worried I was?"
The little girl remained silent.
The middle-aged woman scooped her up in her arms and returned to her seat. The little girl’s eyes were empty, and she curled into a ball, not saying a word.
I frowned and walked over. "Is your daughter okay?" I asked.
The woman smiled and said, "She’s fine. This kid is a bit withdrawn, doesn’t talk much."
I crouched down and asked the little girl, "Hello, little sister. What’s your name?"
The girl just stared at me without replying. The woman turned her head away and said, "She’s really fine."
"Ah, look! There’s a blood-red handprint on her back!" I suddenly shouted.
My shout grabbed everyone's attention. The woman turned her around, and indeed, there was a crimson handprint on the girl’s back.
"How could this be?" she exclaimed, panicked.
"I'm a doctor. How about I check your daughter out, just in case she's hurt?" I offered.
The woman hesitated, but the surrounding passengers urged her, "Let her check. She doesn’t look like a kidnapper."
The woman handed the girl over to me. I took her, and immediately passed her to an older woman nearby. Then, I grabbed a handful of cinnabar and threw it onto the face of the middle-aged woman.
She screamed in agony as her face began to smoke and corrode, as if acid had been splashed on her.
At that moment, the little girl burst into tears. "She’s not my mom! She killed my mom!" she cried out.
I pulled out my peachwood sword and lunged at her, but she suddenly opened her mouth wide and spewed a black smoke at me. I dodged quickly and shouted, "The smoke is poisonous! Run!"
Passengers screamed and jumped up, rushing frantically toward the other carriages. Those closest to the middle-aged woman inhaled the toxic smoke, collapsed, and their bodies quickly began to decay, turning into putrid slime.
[Wow, this poisonous smoke is as effective as corpse-dissolving fluid. Definitely a must-have for any murderer on the run.]
[To be honest, I already suspected it earlier. The little girl wasn’t the ghost; it was the woman who was the ghost.]
[Armchair critics can go take a hike.]
[Pfft, armchair critic? I’m telling you, that ghost is hiding inside the plump woman!]
Just then, the plump woman fixed her eyes on me with a sinister gaze. She suddenly tore open her clothes, revealing her flabby body.
Completely exposed.
[Oh my god! I need to wash my eyes!]
[This figure is too blinding; I can’t take it anymore!]
[Streamer, switch the camera! We need a close-up of the streamer to cleanse our eyes!]
The plump woman’s body, covered in folds of flesh, suddenly split open on her swollen belly, like someone had ripped it apart. Then, a head emerged from inside.
It was the head of an adult woman, with long black hair plastered to her head, covered in blood and filth. Her eyes stared at me intensely, giving a chilling, sinister smile.
The most horrifying part was that it was just a head!
No body, no limbs, just a head!
[What the heck is this? A head that became a demon?]
[You clearly haven't seen much. Ever heard of a "Flying Head"? It’s a type of black magic from Southeast Asia.]
[Have you ever seen a flying head parasite inside someone’s stomach though?]
[Maybe it’s a mutated Flying Head?]
[This is a "Hell Worm." Do you really think it’s a human head? It’s actually a type of creature from the Underworld that looks like a human head and feeds on people.]
[Wow, the person in front is so knowledgeable. Take my respect.]
I immediately recognized it as a Hell Worm. They move around using their hair.
After emerging from the woman's belly, the middle-aged woman collapsed, leaving behind an empty shell, while Hell Worm's hair spread out, clinging to the seats, and started to crawl rapidly.
"Vile creature!" I shouted in rage, "Prepare to die!"
With that, I swung the Peachwood Sword in my hand. A burst of flame shot out from the sword, lunging towards Hell Worm.
Hell Worm moved incredibly fast, dodging the flames, which instead struck the seat, instantly burning a large hole through it.
I quickly extinguished the fire and continued hurling fireballs at Hell Worm, but it dodged each one, a mocking, disdainful smile spreading across its face.
It flipped over a seat, then suddenly opened its mouth and let out a shriek.
Not good! This was Hell Worm's ultimate move—Phantom Howl!
This scream had powerful magic that could manipulate people's minds, turning them into its prey. It would burrow into a person's belly, control their actions, and then slowly devour their insides bit by bit before crawling out to find its next victim.
I felt a wave of darkness engulf my vision, my mind buzzing in confusion, and my head drooped as I froze in place.
Hell Worm sneered, rolling onto the floor, then crawled towards me. Its hair wrapped around my leg, climbing up my stomach, and split into two strands, aiming to tear open my abdomen.
[“Streamer, wake up! You're about to be eaten by a bug!”]
[“No way, you've beaten so many powerful ghosts, and now you're going to die at the hands of a worm? That's so embarrassing!”]
[“Streamer, I'm still waiting for your Wind Movement Pill, you can't die here!”]
At that moment, a cold glint suddenly flashed in my eyes. I reached out and grabbed Hell Worm's hair, smearing a special type of Cinnabar all over its face.
“Eek—” Hell Worm screamed in agony as its face began to rot rapidly. I sneered, “Just a worm, equivalent to a low-level Vengeful Ghost, and you dare show off in front of me.”
With that, flames erupted from my hands, engulfing Hell Worm in a fireball.
It kept letting out shrill cries, but I held on tightly, giving it no chance to escape until it was reduced to nothing but blackened char.
[“Wow, that was awesome, Streamer! You can actually shoot fire from your hands!”]
[“Is the streamer a Fire-type Superhuman?”]
[“No, no, the streamer is a cultivator. That's a basic spell for Second-Rank Cultivators.”]
[“Oh, I see. Are you a cultivator too? There are more and more experts showing up in Horror Female Streamer's Live Stream Room!”]
I tossed the charred remains of Hell Worm onto the ground, dusting off my hands. I thought I would immediately return to the classroom, but strangely, the scene didn't shift.
"Strange," I muttered to myself, "Why haven't we returned? Could there still be more ghosts?"
[“Streamer, the blood text only told you to find the ghosts; it never said how many there were.”]
[“Keep going, Streamer! We're cheering for you!”]
I hurried forward, passing through a crowded train car. A conductor nervously approached me and asked, “Th-that monster... is it gone?”
“It’s already been dealt with,” I said calmly. “This carriage is safe now. You can have everyone return.”
Everyone looked at me but no one dared to move.
I had no time to bother with them, so I quickened my pace, hoping Xue Shao was okay.
Xue Haotian had begun searching from the first carriage. Suddenly, the train entered a tunnel, and a strange feeling welled up inside him. It was a sense he'd honed through years of martial arts and survival training in the wild, a sense that allowed him to detect danger immediately.
Right now, he felt extremely endangered!
When danger approached, his body reacted instinctively.
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