Li Yang lifted his leg and walked towards the place where the body was stored.
It was at a dirt mound in the center of the cetery.
Following the arcane mory in his mind, Li Yang began to prepare the ritual for creating undead.
He drew an array nearby, chanting enigmatic spells, which echoed through the dark cetery like whispers of the undead.
The wind rose in the cetery, and Yin Qi surged towards the dirt mound.
An invisible sense of oppression swept over, making one’s heart clench, afraid to breathe deeply.
Sounds ca from within the dirt mound, like knocking, pounding the coffin boards one by one.
At this mont, cracks began to appear on the dirt mound.
"Crack."
A pale hand, covered in wood shavings, broke through the earth.
Just then, Li Yang’s ears twitched, and he looked back, his sharp gaze piercing the darkness.
Soone had arrived.
Li Yang squinted his eyes, then a faint smile crossed his lips as he patted the crow’s head:
"Go find Su Yutang."
The crow spread its wings and flew towards the city, leaving a shadow under the moonlight.
Li Yang walked towards the depths of the cetery, his straight figure disappearing into the darkness.
The dirt mound continued to crack, and a terrifying undead was about to be born.
....
"Everyone, look, this is the location for tonight’s live stream.
The North City Suburban Cetery, the place with the heaviest Yin Qi and the most ominous in the South Sea!"
A man and a woman stood outside the North City Suburban Cetery.
One of them was carrying a cara, filming the eerie cetery.
The woman held a microphone, live streaming.
A na tag hung on the female strear’s chest, reading ’Da Jun Culture Co., Ltd.’
She was a small strear working under Zhu Dajun.
Although Da Jun Culture Co., Ltd. was just a company Zhu Dajun placed on the surface to cover his true business, it was definitely not an empty shell company.
Da Jun Culture had office buildings and mainly reported on social customs, livelihood, and positive energy.
Zhu Dajun’s public persona was that of a genuine dia businessman.
"Fighting against feudal superstitions starts with .
Tonight, Lele will temporarily beco a ghost-hunting strear and take everyone to see the rumored scariest North City Suburban Cetery.
I will show everyone that there are no ghosts in this world at all."
As the female strear finished speaking, the caraman cooperatively panned the cara over the North City Suburban Cetery, providing a close-up of the dirt mound.
Perhaps the gimmick of the North City Suburban Cetery was too eye-catching, causing the audience in the live room to suddenly increase dramatically.
Gaining hundreds at a ti.
The female strear was thrilled.
Her performance in the company had always been at the bottom, and at this rate, she would soon be out of work.
So, she took a bold step, coming to the cetery to live stream.
Since she was a child, she had always been brave.
She looked down on those who were afraid of ghosts; how could there be ghosts in this world?
[The female strear is quite good-looking.]
[Strear, I advise you not to ss around, this place is very ominous. I was bitten to death by a zombie here when I was a child.]
[I suspect there will be a live event tonight, and soon the strear will hire actors to pretend to be ghosts to scare people.]
The female strear quickly said:
"Everyone, rest assured, tonight’s live stream is absolutely real.
Look at the live room na, Da Jun Culture - Positive Energy Lele.
The main purpose tonight is to combat feudal superstition.
Not much to say; let’s go see what’s going on with the North City Suburban Cetery."
The female strear signaled to the caraman, and the two of them headed towards the cetery.
She pointed to a patch of woods:
"Many people say they’ve encountered ghosts here.
Those are rumors without scientific basis!
But here I am standing, why don’t the ghosts co to ?
Since they don’t dare to seek , but I dare to seek them!
Let’s go, into the woods, and take them on!"
"Holy shit!"
The female strear was passionately speaking to the cara when suddenly the caraman shouted.
The female strear and the audience in the live room were startled by this shout.
The live room exploded.
[Gave a scare; freaking out in the dead of night is enough to kill!]
[See, see, I’m telling you there’s a script, right?]
[Looks like the actor is about to appear, huh?]
[Hurry up, let the actor dressed as a ghost co out, bro wants to see if this ghost is handso.]
The female strear glared at the caraman:
"What is it with you?"
They hadn’t planned on using a script this ti, so there was no part where the caraman would create panic by making a fuss!
The caraman pointed shakily to the side:
"Look over there!"
The female strear followed the caraman’s finger, and her pupils suddenly shrank.
About a hundred ters away stood a man with his back to them.
He stood rigidly, twitching every now and then.
In the dead of night, it was a bit creepy.
The female strear glanced at the live room.
[That guy is quite dedicated!]
[The twitching is very rhythmic.]
[Late at night, it’s such a show!]
The female strear explained:
"That’s not one of our actors, I promise!
There are many villages in the North City Suburbs, and there might be so unique customs.
Like performing midnight rituals for family or sothing.
The female strear pondered for a mont and then reflected:
"Or maybe they dread of family and friends from another world, so they got up to take a look.
The ghosts everyone fears are these people longs for day and night!
At any rate, we’re fated with that gentleman; I wonder if he’d be willing to give us an interview."
After saying this, the female strear signaled to the caraman to follow.
The caraman hesitated and whispered:
"Lele, isn’t this going too far?
If that person looks abnormal, what if he’s a violent psychopath? It’s too dangerous!"
The female strear whispered:
"If we don’t do the interview, people will think we have a script!
Look at the live room, it’s so hard to get so many viewers.
Why did we co here in the middle of the night?
You don’t want all our effort to go to waste, right?"
The caraman hesitated.
The female strear looked at the caraman with disdain:
"You aren’t scared, thinking there are ghosts, right?"
The caraman gritted his teeth: "Scared of nothing, there are no ghosts in this world? Let’s go!"
The two walked one after the other, with thousands of bystanders in the live room.
The female strear walked up behind the strange man and greeted him warmly:
"Hello sir, sorry to bother you.
We’re doing a live stream; would it be convenient for us to ask you a few questions?"
The person slowly turned his head, revealing a terrifyingly pale face with empty, hollow eyes.
He didn’t speak, just stood there blankly, occasionally twitching.
The live room barrage once again exploded.
[Damn, that’s frigging creepy, the makeup invested a lot!]
[Jeez, this actor doesn’t look like he’s acting at all; scared the hell out of .]
[In light of the actor’s dedication, I take back what I said; it’s all just a ans to entertain .]
The female strear was quite scared herself, imdiately glaring at the caraman.
She suspected the caraman had acted on his own to really find an actor!
After all, he was the first to discover this strange guy.
The caraman’s expression gradually turned to terror, his legs beginning to tremble.
The live room also exploded.
[Holy fuck, is this a special effect??]
[Special effect my ass, this doesn’t look fake at all!]
[Should we call the police for this situation?!]
The female strear turned her head in confusion, her mouth gradually widening.
The scene in front of her felt like a lightning strike, causing the microphone to slip and fall to the ground.
That strange man, or rather, that monster.
The monster’s body shook slowly, its joints twisting unnaturally, resembling an eerie chanical dance.
Ribs protruded from beneath its skin, growing larger.
As if a hand was stretching it, the monster gradually grew to nearly three ters tall!
It slowly opened its mouth, tearing the flesh until the corners of its ears, showing several strands of bloody saliva.
"Roar!!!!"
A dry, monstrous roar nearly frightened the female strear’s soul out of her body!
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