Horror Camgirl - Ch. 150: The 500-Year-Old Ginseng
“Just a small trick,” I said, “Isn’t it just freezing things? I can do that too.”
With that, I pressed my other hand against the mirror, and ice crystals spread across it, sealing the entire surface. I pulled my hand back, and the female ghost inside the mirror began pounding furiously, her face full of hatred.
“Regardless of what injustice you may have suffered, you should not harm innocent people,” I said coldly. “Let me send you to the Underworld. That’s where you belong.”
With that, I began chanting an incantation, grabbed a handful of cinnabar, and drew a talisman on the mirror. Where the talisman appeared, a fist-sized black hole formed, and from within it, came the mournful cries of ghosts.
The female ghost shivered in fear. Suddenly, a chain shot out from the black hole, wrapping around her tightly before pulling her into the dark void.
It was over.
I yawned and crawled into my warm bed.
I slept for a few hours, my dreams pleasantly sweet, when suddenly I heard a noise outside the window. I frowned.
Seriously, is it never-ending? Can’t a person get some sleep?
I used my divine sense to scan the area. This time, it was a living person—a middle-aged man with a black box in his hand. He opened my window and tossed the box inside.
That’s when I remembered—I had forgotten to lock the window before going to sleep.
The middle-aged man tried to climb in. I was just about to kick him back out when I heard a soft gunshot.
The man let out a muffled cry and fell backward.
That was a gun with a silencer!
I couldn’t believe it. Even staying at a small motel, I was encountering a shooting. Just how unlucky could I get?
Not wanting any trouble, I was about to toss the black box back out, but I opened it on impulse and took a peek inside.
What I saw made me immediately close the box and push it under the bed.
Inside the box was a 500-year-old ginseng!
Five hundred years old! The last big reward I got from the Special Department was only a hundred-year ginseng.
I take back what I said. I’m not unlucky; I’m incredibly lucky! This is a massive stroke of good fortune!
A 500-year-old ginseng dropping into my lap—this isn’t just good luck, it’s practically cheating!
But first, I had to deal with the person who fired the gun.
If only I hadn’t gotten rid of that female ghost earlier—she’d be perfect to deal with him.
It wasn’t long before I heard climbing sounds outside the window again. This person moved quickly and lightly. He had to be a professional assassin.
I hadn’t turned on any lights, so the room was pitch dark. I hid in the wardrobe, waiting for the right moment.
A tall figure leaped inside, and in the dim light of snow and streetlamps from outside, I saw that it was a foreigner! Judging by his physique and appearance, he looked like someone from Northern Russia.
A Russian assassin?
The auburn-haired foreigner scanned the room. I felt a wave of spiritual power wash over me, and my heart sank.
He was a spiritual power ability user!
It looked like a fierce battle was inevitable tonight.
Since that was the case, I might as well strike first!
I instinctively reached for my peachwood sword, only to remember that it, along with my backpack, had been lost forever.
The thought of it made my teeth grind in frustration.
The foreigner was already standing just outside the wardrobe. The peach wood dagger slid out from my sleeve, and I kicked open the wardrobe door. With the first move from the "Hero Sword Manual," I thrust the dagger straight out.
The foreigner was startled and quickly stepped back, raising his gun to shoot.
A Taoist cultivator below the fifth level couldn’t compete with modern firearms, but I was fast, dodging swiftly. The bullet grazed my skin.
He fired three times in quick succession, but I managed to evade each shot. In a flash, my dagger was already before his face.
He had some skill too—he bent backward at the waist, and my dagger slashed across his face.
What he hadn’t anticipated was the sheer force behind that strike. Even though it didn’t pierce his body, the wind from the slash cut across his face.
“Ah!” he screamed, his entire face torn open.
He rolled on the ground, clutching his face as crimson blood oozed between his fingers, even his eyeball was shattered.
I gritted my teeth, stepped forward, and stabbed him with a sword. Then I searched his body. He only had a passport and some money on him—nothing else. The passport said his name was Ivan, but I knew it was a fake name.
I took everything off him and pulled a jade bottle out of my bag. This bottle contained Corpse Dissolving Water, something I'd only just successfully created before setting out. I dripped a few drops on Ivan's body, and it started dissolving instantly, just like in a martial arts novel. Within ten minutes, he had turned into a pool of viscous fluid.
I then went outside and dissolved the other person too. He only had an ID card, which said his name was Wang Cheng. That seemed fake as well.
Snow was falling outside, and it wouldn't take long before the snow would cover the pools on the ground. Once the snow melted, there would be nothing left.
I quickly tidied up the room. Then I heard the receptionist lady outside the door, yawning as she asked, "Hey girl, I thought I heard a man's voice. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I was just watching a movie," I replied.
She seemed relieved. "Alright then. Get some rest."
The next morning, the receptionist gave me a strange look as I passed by. I went out in the snow to get breakfast, and the old man selling breakfast quietly asked, "Young lady, did you stay at Auntie Li's motel last night?"
I nodded. The old man looked around, then whispered, "You... didn’t see anything weird, did you?"
I quickly asked, "Weird? You mean... is that motel haunted?"
Seeing that there weren't many customers around, the old man started to chat with me.
"Auntie Li's motel? Someone died there once," he said quietly. "It was a young woman from out of town, working here. Her boyfriend was a herb digger. Last year, they apparently dug up a five-hundred-year-old ginseng root in the mountains. That night, the snow was just as heavy, and a lot of people heard them arguing. The next morning, Auntie Li found the woman dead in the motel, but the boyfriend had disappeared. The police said the man wanted to keep the ginseng for himself and killed her. But they never found him."
He leaned in closer. "Since then, Auntie Li’s motel has been haunted. Many people have seen the ghost of that woman, bloody all over, staring at them from the mirror. Some were scared senseless; one even died of fright. That's why no one from around here is willing to stay there."
I felt a twinge of suspicion but acted casual as I asked, "What was the man's name? What did he look like? If I see him, I should report him to the police."
"His last name was Wang, but I don’t know his full name. He was tall, quite well-built, looked decent enough."
It must have been the man who was being chased last night.
He had the ginseng with him and probably headed to the border, hoping to sell it to the Russians for a good price. But instead, he ended up being hunted by the Russians.
A man with no background, far from home, carrying something so valuable—it was always going to end this way.
I walked back with my steamed buns, only to see a black sedan parked at the motel entrance. Several burly Russians were getting out of the car and striding inside.
I pulled my hat down and walked in casually, watching as the burly Russians surrounded Auntie Li. She was trembling with fear.
"Did you see this man last night?" one of them asked in broken Chinese, holding up a photo.
Auntie Li glanced at the photo and said, "This man is called Wang Cheng. He stayed here a year ago. He killed his wife, and the police have been looking for him ever since. I haven’t seen him in a year!"
One of the burly Russians slapped her across the head, shouting angrily, "Tell me the truth!"
Auntie Li's face was full of fear and grievance. "I'm telling the truth! If you don’t believe me, you can ask her. She was the only guest here last night."
Everyone turned to look at me, then started to surround me.
The thick-necked Russian held up the photo in front of my face. "Look closely. Have you seen him or not?"
I studied the photo carefully, then shook my head. "Never seen him. I’m not from around here. I just got here yesterday. It’s freezing here, so I went to bed early. Didn’t see anyone."
The Russian stared at me coldly for a moment, and suddenly, he reached out towards my neck.
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