She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 27: Creating the Undead

Li Yang walked towards the place where the body was kept.

It was in a mound of earth in the very center of the cemetery.

Li Yang began to prepare the ceremony of creating the undead according to the mysterious memories in his mind.

He drew a magic circle nearby and uttered obscure spells that echoed in the dark cemetery like the whispers of the dead.

The wind blew in the cemetery, and the evil energy rushed towards the earthen grave mound.

An invisible sense of oppression came over me, making my heart tighten and I dare not breathe deeply.

There was a sound coming from inside the grave, like knocking on the door, knocking on the coffin lid again and again.

At this time, cracks appeared on the earthen mound.

"Click."

A pale hand with sawdust broke through the ground.

At this moment, Li Yang's ears moved, and he looked behind him, his sharp eyes piercing through the darkness.

somebody is coming.

Li Yang narrowed his eyes, then smiled slightly and patted the crow's head:

"Go find Su Yutang."

The crow spread its wings and flew towards the city, leaving a shadow under the moon.

Li Yang walked towards the depths of the cemetery, his straight figure disappearing into the darkness.

The earthen mound was still cracking, and a terrifying undead spirit was about to be born.

. . . . . .

“Look everyone, this is where the live broadcast will take place tonight.

The most sinister and dangerous cemetery in the North Suburbs of Nanhai!"

A man and a woman stood outside the North Suburban Cemetery.

One of them carried a camera and filmed the eerie cemetery.

The woman was broadcasting live with a microphone.

The female anchor had a name tag on her chest that read 'Da Jun Culture Co., Ltd.'

She is a small anchor under Zhu Dajun.

Although Dajun Culture Co., Ltd. is just a company set up by Zhu Dajun to cover up the real business, it is definitely not a shell company.

Da Jun Culture has an office building and mainly reports on social customs, people's livelihood, and positive energy.

Zhu Dajun's apparent identity is a serious media businessman.

“The fight against feudal superstition begins with me.

Tonight Lele will be a ghost hunting host and take everyone to see the scariest cemetery in the northern suburbs that is rumored to be the scariest.

I will let everyone know that there are no ghosts in this world."

As the female anchor finished her words, the photographer cooperated by sweeping the camera across the northern suburban cemetery and giving a close-up of the earthen mounds.

I don’t know if it’s because the gimmick of the northern suburbs cemetery was too eye-catching, but the number of viewers in the live broadcast room suddenly increased dramatically.

The numbers increased by hundreds and hundreds.

The female anchor was pleasantly surprised.

Her performance in the company has always been at the bottom. If this continues, she will be unemployed.

So she took a different approach and went to the cemetery to broadcast live.

She has been courageous since she was young.

She despises those who are afraid of ghosts. Where do ghosts come from in this world?

[The female anchor is quite pretty. 】

[Host, I advise you not to play here. It's very dangerous. I was bitten to death by zombies here when I was a kid.]

[I suspect there will be some work tonight, and the anchor will hire actors to pretend to be ghosts and scare people.]

The female anchor quickly said:

“Everyone, rest assured, tonight’s live broadcast is absolutely real.

Look at the name of the live broadcast room, Da Jun Culture—positive energy and joy.

The main purpose of tonight is to combat feudal superstition.

Without further ado, let's go and see what's going on at the North Suburban Cemetery."

The female anchor made a gesture to the photographer, and the two of them walked towards the cemetery.

She pointed to a forest and said:

“Many people say they have seen ghosts here.

Those are all rumors without any scientific basis!

But I'm standing here, why don't the ghosts come to find me?

Since it doesn't dare to look for me, I dare to look for it!
Let’s go into the woods and hunt him down!”

"My grass!"

The female anchor was talking to the camera when she heard the photographer suddenly shout.

The female anchor and the audience in the live broadcast room were startled by the shout.

The live broadcast room was in an uproar. [I was so scared. What a fuss in the middle of the night! ]

[Look, look, I told you there was a script, right? ]

[It looks like the actors are about to come out, right? ]

[Hurry up, let the actor playing the ghost come out, buddy, take a look at whether this ghost has a handsome face or not. ]

The female anchor glared at the photographer:
"What happened to you?"

They didn't plan on using a script this time, so there was no scene where the photographer made a fuss and created panic!
The photographer pointed to the side with a trembling hand:

"Look at that!"

The female anchor looked in the direction the photographer's finger was pointing and her pupils suddenly contracted.

They saw a man with his back to them about a hundred meters away.

It just stood there straight, twitching occasionally.

It's a bit creepy in the middle of the night.

The female anchor glanced at the live broadcast room.

[That guy is very dedicated! ]

[The twitching is very rhythmic. ]

[There are so many shows in the middle of the night! ]

The female anchor explained:

“That’s not our actor, I promise!
There are many villages in the northern suburbs, and they may have some special customs.

Like offering sacrifices to family members in the middle of the night."

The female anchor pondered for a moment and said with emotion:
“Maybe I dreamed about my family and friends in another world, so I got up and took a look.

The ghosts that everyone is afraid of are precisely the relatives and friends that these people miss day and night!
Anyway, I have a connection with that gentleman, and I wonder if he would be willing to accept our interview.”

After saying that, the female anchor gestured to the photographer, signaling him to follow.

The photographer hesitated and whispered:

“LeLe, there’s no need to make such a big deal, right?

What if that person doesn’t look normal, what if he’s a violent psychopath? It’s too dangerous!”

The female anchor whispered:

“If we don’t do the interview, people will think this is a script!
Look at the live broadcast room, it’s hard to see so many people here.

What are we doing here so late at night?
You don’t want to lose all your efforts!”

The photographer hesitated.

The female anchor looked at the photographer with disdain:
"You don't think there's a ghost and you're scared, do you?"

The photographer gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you afraid? There are no ghosts in this world. Just walk!"

The two walked one after the other, and there were thousands of onlookers in the live broadcast room.

The female anchor walked behind the weirdo and spoke enthusiastically:
"Hello sir, I'm sorry to bother you.

We are doing a live broadcast, is it convenient for me to ask you a few questions? "

The man slowly turned his head, revealing a frighteningly pale face and lifeless eyes.

He didn't say anything either, just stood there blankly, twitching occasionally.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room started to refresh again.

[Fuck, she looks so scary, this makeup must have cost a lot of money! ]

[Hiss, this actor doesn't even look like he's acting. It scared me.]

[Since you are such a dedicated actor, I take back my criticism of you. You are just trying to please me.]

The female anchor was also scared to death, and she glared at the photographer the first moment.

She suspected that the photographer had acted on his own initiative and actually found an actor!
After all, he was the first to discover this weirdo.

The photographer's expression gradually became terrified and his legs began to tremble.

The live broadcast room also exploded.

[Fuck, this is a special effect? ​​? ]

[Special effects hammer, this doesn't look fake! ]

[Fuck, fuck, should we call the police for this?!]

The female anchor turned her head in confusion, her mouth gradually opening wider.

The scene in front of her was like a bolt of lightning, and the microphone slipped and fell to the ground.

That weirdo, er no, that monster.

The monster swayed its body slowly, with its joints twisted unnaturally, like a weird mechanical dance.

One by one, the ribs protruded from under its skin and grew larger.

As if a hand was stretching it, the monster gradually grew to nearly three meters tall!

It slowly opened its mouth, and the flesh in its mouth was torn all the way to the base of its ears, where several strands of blood foam could be seen.

"Roar!!!!"

A strange dry roar almost scared the female anchor to death!

(End of this chapter)