The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Found You
“Ka-cha—”
“Ka-cha—”
The body sitting up in the mortuary slowly moved its body, stiffly climbing down from the gurney like a zombie.
The unsettling scene had the audience in the livestream room groaning in dismay.
Even for those accustomed to grand spectacles, the screen’s images were truly hair-raising.
Seeing the barrage filled with [Barrage Screen Shield], Qing Li’s lips curled into a malicious smile.
To add a dramatic effect to the livestream, she quickly manipulated her fingers, burning a talisman to ashes at her fingertips. Unseen gloom and hundreds of ghosts unexpectedly appeared in the livestream room.
Hideous ghosts stood directly behind the body, manipulating its stiff movements as it slowly approached.
?????.?
?Grass (a plant).?
?The person upstairs is truly a talent; at this moment, they can still add parentheses for comments.?
?????, why are there so many ghosts suddenly appearing??
?Are those ghosts standing behind the body controlling it??
Some had already discovered the truth.
“Miss Qing Li, should we run away?”
Lin Zizhou was on the verge of tears, his legs uncontrollably trembling.
Qing Li still wore a carefree smile on her face and leisurely said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a small scene.”
So what if it’s a few hundred bodies and a few hundred ghosts?
?Country bumpkin, stop talking big; if you run away, I’ll definitely look down on you.?
A viewer had just finished typing and sent out a barrage of comments. However, they saw Qing Li lift her slender and tender white hand, using cinnabar to draw unknown patterns on five dark yellow talismans.
Even through the barrage, numerous people could feel the awe-inspiring aura emanating from the talismans.
All the corpses suddenly stopped, as if the scene had been paused.
As Qing Li’s mouth opened and closed, cryptic incantations were uttered. Suddenly, the five seemingly ordinary talismans emitted a bright and dazzling light, almost blinding the eyes of all the viewers in the live broadcast room.
“Annihilate—”
A soft exhale broke through the dazzling light, like a decisive hammer striking down.
With a deafening roar, numerous thick lightning bolts tore through the gloom of the mortuary and crashed down, the ear-piercing screams instantly turning into flying ashes.
Fragments of corpses splattered and fell, hitting the surroundings.
This scene shook everyone in the live broadcast room.
After a while, in the quiet barrage, a message containing the word “Miracle” pierced into everyone’s hearts.
They seemed to have witnessed the true—God!
As the lightning retreated, accompanied by settling dust, the current state of the mortuary also appeared before everyone’s eyes.
All the ghostly entities have turned to ashes; on the fractured cement floor lie numerous dismembered limbs, with not a single intact corpse to be found.
“Done.”
Qing Li giggled, casually brushing off the dust on her little cotton jacket, completing the act.
Seeing the live stream room silent, she pouted in dissatisfaction, “Don’t forget to send gifts, everyone.”
In order to enhance the live broadcast effect, she used five Thunder Talismans in one go. Without receiving gifts, wouldn’t that be a big loss?
Prompted by Qing Li, the stunned audience regained their senses, and gifts flooded the big screen as if they cost nothing.
Popularity: 30 million+
Popularity: 50 million+
Popularity: 100 million+
A newcomer anchor’s first live broadcast breaking 100 million in popularity and continuously soaring set a new record in the history of the livestream room.
Even the arrogant system lost its composure, hinting vaguely, “Friendly reminder: Popularity can be spent in the mall to purchase items.”
“I remember the first time I eliminated ghosts, you generously gifted me an item. Why not this time?” Qing Li raised an eyebrow, questioning with a calm tone.
She seriously suspected that her prize was being withheld by the system.
The system silently went offline: “…”
It wasn’t withholding the reward; no one had ever wiped out 438 ghosts in one go, and the main system hadn’t prepared any prizes.
At this moment, Qing Li’s gaze suddenly shifted, her eyes sharp, “Trying to escape?”
The huge axe in her hand was casually thrown, smashing into the cement pillar supporting the mortuary.
The entire mortuary trembled slightly, and cement dust fell in a rustling manner.
“Ah, ah, ah—”
A miserable scream echoed as the vanished little boy suddenly appeared next to the cement pillar. His body was split in half, and as his upper body wriggled, organs fell to the ground.
Those sinister and resentful eyes are now filled with terror; it has never encountered such a frightening human.
“Caught—you—now.”
Qing Li slowly steps forward. She has a youthful and innocent appearance, but a bit scarier than a demon.
She smirks, revealing neat white teeth.
“Run, where do you think you can escape to?”
“No, please—”
The young boy screams in terror, once arrogant, now miserable.
“Don’t worry, I’m a good person who respects the elderly and loves the young.” Qing Li smiles as gently as possible.
The audience watches the boy, now split in two, in contemplation…
Well, the village girl really is “respectful to the elderly and loves the young”!
A talisman sticks to the boy’s forehead; his eyes gradually dull, and his body fades away.
“Is it over?”
Lin Zizhuo, trembling, walks over with unsteady steps.
The once lively morgue now only has Qing Li and him, two living individuals; he breathes a sigh of relief.
But Qing Li remains expressionless; she gently pulls the giant axe embedded in the cement pillar, firmly gripping it in her hand.
“It’s not over yet,” Qing Li’s voice is cold.
Lin Zizhuo, initially relaxed, becomes tense again; he swallows hard and obediently follows behind Qing Li.
That frail figure gives him a sense of complete security.
Qing Li walks deeper into the morgue; the emergency light above flickers incessantly, reflecting on the chilling blade of the giant axe, like a cold gleam.
“Cold, getting colder.”
Lin Zizhou tightly wrapped the clothes around himself. Despite the amulet on his chest radiating warmth endlessly, the chilling sensation emanated from the depths of the soul.
Qing Li’s steps came to a halt, and Lin Zizhou hurriedly stopped.
In front of them stood a wall made of poured concrete.
The deep gray cement wall clashed with the surrounding whitened walls. Could there be something hidden behind it?
“Bang—”
Without hesitation, Qing Li swung an axe, shattering the cement blocks. The hidden contents behind the cement wall surfaced.
A corpse.
More precisely, a headless mummy.
The mummy wasn’t large in size, wearing loose and worn-out patient clothes, sitting obediently. Dense spiderwebs entwined her body, revealing some creatures fond of damp and dark places building tunnels on her corpse.
But…
Lin Zizhou stared fixedly at the mummy’s hands. Those dried-up arms cradled a perfectly intact and lively head, remarkably identical to the medical case photo he discovered in the office.
That was unmistakably—Mu Qing’s head!
“Found you, huh.”
Qing Li repeated these words, gently caressing the face of the head.
