Horror Camgirl - Ch. 91: The Soul-Hunting Bus
A sudden realization struck me. "Wait a second, didn’t they say there were forty-two people who died in that bus accident?"
"Forty-three, actually, if you include the driver," Tang Mingli corrected me.
"But the souls taken afterward added up to forty-seven," I pondered aloud. "Forty-three plus forty-seven… that makes exactly ninety. He's trying to collect ninety-nine souls!"
According to legend, a Vengeful Ghost can ascend to the rank of a Fierce Ghost after absorbing the souls of ninety-nine people. However, this method is exceptionally wicked, violating the natural order. If a ghost uses this means to ascend and later attempts to become a Ghost General, they’ll trigger a lightning tribulation that’s almost certain to end in destruction.
Yet throughout history, countless Vengeful Ghosts have taken this desperate path, using slaughter to evolve.
"Damn it!" I exclaimed. "I wounded it earlier. Now, to heal and progress, it's bound to go on a killing spree to gather the remaining nine souls. Mingli, we must get to Pan Mountain Highway immediately to stop it!"
Tang Mingli wasted no time, rushing to the garage and pulling out a sleek car. To my surprise, it was a Lamborghini Veneno. I couldn't help but twitch at the sight—wasn't this a bit too flashy?
"This car’s the fastest," Tang Mingli said. "Get in!"
With a slam of the gas pedal, the car shot out like an arrow. We zoomed down the road at an insane speed, weaving through traffic with dizzying precision.
The car was impossibly fast.
Gripping the handle tightly, I watched as the Lamborghini overtook vehicle after vehicle. Several cars ended up colliding behind us, causing chaos on the road.
"Let’s not get ourselves killed before we deal with that Vengeful Ghost," I said, trembling slightly. "Otherwise, we’ll be meeting King Yama ourselves."
"No worries," he replied confidently. "I’ve got a professional racing license."
A trip that normally took over two hours was completed in just thirty minutes. The night was deep, the moon cold and distant, casting an icy glow. The mountain road was shrouded in a thick mist of Yin energy, and even the streetlights seemed dim and eerie.
I opened the live stream, pointing the camera at the ominous mountain road, and briefly explained the situation.
"I'm from Shan City, and I've heard about that accident. I also know about the Ghost Bus. Is the streamer really going to capture it? This is so exciting!"
"Streamer, my father died in that accident. If you can free his soul from the Vengeful Ghost, I'll reward you with a Silver Crown."
In less than a few seconds, the number of viewers in the live stream had skyrocketed to over a million. Social platforms like QQ, Weibo, and WeChat Moments were buzzing with shares.
"Look, that car up ahead!" I shouted.
The camera shifted to reveal a silver Audi SUV speeding down the road. A young, rich playboy was driving, with a stunning woman in the passenger seat. The playboy’s hands roamed freely beneath her low-cut dress, while the woman, looking coy, let out soft moans.
Neither of them noticed a large bus swaying ominously out of the darkness, heading straight toward them.
"Don’t mess around while driving! And don’t drive while messing around, don’t you get it?"
"Hah, dying under a peony flower would still be worth it, right? Bro, you’d die happy!"
"Wait, isn't that my roommate? He always acts like a big shot, cruising in his Audi and stealing our dorm leader’s girlfriend. Serves him right—it's karma!"
"Streamer, maybe you should wait until that scumbag gets his soul taken before intervening."
Ignoring the comments, I leaned out the window and yelled at them, but the couple continued their flirtations, completely oblivious.
The Ghost Bus was nearly upon them. The woman finally sensed something was wrong and pushed the playboy. "Young Master Wang, look, what… what’s that?"
Young Master Wang turned his head, only to be greeted by a bus crammed with people. These people had ghastly white faces, sunken eyes, and twisted, terrifying expressions.
He screamed and tried to yank the steering wheel, but it was too late. The Ghost Bus phased straight through their Audi. The two passengers let out blood-curdling screams as their souls were violently ripped from their bodies. For a moment, their spirits floated in mid-air before being sucked into the bus, where they desperately pounded on the windows in terror.
Strangely, the Audi kept driving forward. The soulless bodies of the couple continued steering, their eyes blank and lifeless like zombies.
“This is bad,” Tang Mingli said, his face grim. “There are already ninety-nine souls on that bus—it only needs one more.”
I was stunned. "How do you know?"
"I counted," he replied.
I was utterly shocked. With that dense crowd of spirits, he had actually managed to count them all?
"It's coming," he warned.
The Ghost Bus was swaying its way toward our Lamborghini, but moving with incredible speed. Dodging would likely send us flying off the cliff.
“Oh no, the streamer’s going to be the last one taken!”
“Relax, the streamer has plot armor. My bet is that the final soul will be Tyrant!”
“Hey, stop tempting fate! The streamer and Tyrant are gonna be fine.”
“No, something’s off,” I said, narrowing my eyes at the Ghost Bus. “The number of souls isn’t ninety-eight; it’s ninety-seven. One of them… is that ghost in disguise.”
Grabbing Tang Mingli’s hand, I shouted, “It wants us to be the final two souls. Tyrant, do you trust me?”
“Of course,” he replied firmly.
“Good, follow my lead,” I said, eyes locked on the Ghost Bus. As it closed in, I shouted, “Jump!”
Together, we leapt into the air. The Ghost Bus passed straight through the Lamborghini, which lost control and careened off the cliff.
But Tang Mingli and I had landed on top of the bus—not as spirits, but in our physical bodies.
"Unbelievable! I told you the streamer wouldn’t die."
"The ghosts on that bus are terrifying. I can’t bear to watch!"
“Streamer, that third window on the left—that’s my father! Please, save him!”
“Let him go… and move on.”
I scanned our surroundings and whispered to Tang Mingli, “That ghost we wounded before is extremely weak right now. If we want to kill it, it has to be now.”
“Which one is it?” he asked.
Clenching my jaw, I scrutinized the ghostly faces, but they all looked nearly identical. It was impossible to tell them apart.
What now?
Lowering my head, I turned to the live stream. “Alright, everyone—can any of you tell which one is the Vengeful Ghost?”
“I think it’s that middle-aged woman near the back.”
“No way, it’s definitely that kid in the third row. The ones who look the least suspicious are usually the most dangerous.”
"The idiot in front thinks this is some kind of mystery movie. I bet it’s the driver."
I glanced at the packed screen, where almost every ghost had become a suspect in someone's eyes. Rolling my eyes, I thought, I really shouldn’t have pinned any hopes on the audience.
Just then, all the ghosts on the bus turned their heads toward us. Their hollow, eerie gazes landed on us, creating a terrifying scene that left even the viewers frozen in fear.
I felt a sudden urge to pee, but I didn't dare leave for the bathroom. What do I do? Help, I need advice!
"Hang in there, streamer!" someone typed. "I'm barely holding on myself!"
I pulled the peachwood sword from my back and positioned myself back-to-back with Tang Mingli as the ghosts slowly advanced toward us.
"Streamer, please don’t harm my dad!" someone begged in the chat. "He may be a ghost now, but he’s still my father."
"Streamer, I’m begging you too! That girl is my little sister. She’s a good person—don’t let her spirit be destroyed!"
"Streamer, that’s my son! He’s not a vengeful ghost; he’s a victim, too!"
"Can you all stop messing around?" another viewer shot back. "If the streamer doesn’t kill them, they’re going to kill him! What’s more important here, the dead or the living?"
"Yeah, what, do you all actually want to see the ghosts kill him?"
Although I wasn’t watching the livestream chat, I could guess what it must be like. Many of these ghosts’ friends and family members were likely among the viewers, watching their loved ones as spirits. If I killed all these ghosts in front of them, they’d never forgive me. They’d hate me to the bone.
What should I do?
The ghosts were closing in, now just a step away. Tang Mingli asked urgently, "Streamer, when do we make our move?"
Clenching my jaw, I prepared to raise my peachwood sword and strike the ghost girl closest to me, whose pale hands were already reaching out.
Just then, Huang Luzi’s voice echoed in my ear: “Don’t rely on your eyes. Use your spiritual sense. Remember, you’re a cultivator!”
A shock ran through me like a bucket of cold water, and I came to my senses. Closing my eyes, I released my spiritual sense.
The world transformed. Through my spiritual sense, the ghosts appeared as mere shadows—except for one, glowing faintly with a bloody light.
It was the vengeful ghost!
I snapped my eyes open and lunged at him with my sword.
"What’s the streamer doing?" someone in the chat asked. "Why go after that one ghost out of all of them?"
"Could it be... he’s the vengeful ghost?"
"Haha, I knew it! It’s always the one you’d least suspect."
"No way, that’s impossible! Streamer, don’t kill my son!"
The vengeful ghost was a nine-year-old boy.
The boy’s face twisted with malice, and he floated backward to evade my strike. My sword didn’t pierce his chest, but it managed to slash his shoulder.
“Aagh!” he shrieked, and his form shifted—no longer a little boy, but a tall, menacing adult ghost.
He glared at me before retreating into the shadows, disappearing from sight.
I didn’t pursue him; dealing with the rest of the ghosts on the bus was my priority.
These spirits were devoid of intelligence now, standing listlessly without aggression. Slinging the peachwood sword onto my back, I formed a hand seal and began chanting a spell.
As I chanted, a black vortex appeared on the floor, filled with the sound of countless wailing souls.
The ghosts seemed to sense the call of the vortex, and one by one, they leaped in.
"No, Dad! Don’t go!"
"Sis, your fiancé’s been crying his eyes out over you. Did you know that?"
"My son... my son..."
The deceased’s family members took over the chat, filling it with desperate cries. I spoke up: "Everyone, the dead have moved on. Beneath this vortex is the Underworld, where all souls must eventually go. Only by passing through it can they find rebirth in a new life."
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