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 cemetery.
Following the arcane memory 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 cemetery like whispers of the undead.
The wind rose in the cemetery, 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 came from within the dirt mound, like knocking, pounding the coffin boards one by one.
At this moment, 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.
Someone 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."
