123: Living Dead

Living Dead

Obmar was dressed in black today, which made his originally thin figure look even thinner and weaker.2

Quinn stared at Obmar's back until he disappeared into the endless stream of traffic.

After settling the child down, Quinn went home and changed his clothes, preparing to go to the body-building class.

Pauline was a person who got things done quickly. Just yesterday, she said that she wanted him to go for a body-building class, but by today, she had already made an appointment for him.

Quinn no longer felt so strange about this shortcut method mentioned by Pauline.

To him, it was just a kind of superstition. If one chose to believe it, it would exist. Otherwise, it would not exist. So, Quinn did not feel as conflicted as he was in the beginning.

It was not until dinner time that he shared the events of the day at the dining table.

"Franklin, in order to become famous, these people even pray to the gods and offer them three meals a day. They even sacrifice their own blood for it. Do you really think it'll work?"

Franklin did not care about these things, nor did he know much about them. So, he did not intend to express his opinion.

However, he saw Lauren, who was sitting across from him, stop chewing her food.

"Lauren, what's wrong?"

Lauren put down her bowl and chopsticks. This was not a common occurrence at the dining table.

This action usually meant that something important had happened.

Lauren looked at Quinn with wide eyes and placed her hands in front of her chests.

"Are you sure you saw Obmar using his blood to consecrate this thing?"

"Of course. I'm short-sighted and I'm not blind. Besides, I'm wearing contact lenses today."

"Your manager also said that the conditions for consecration are that you must offer three meals a day and fresh blood every morning?"

"That's right. What's wrong? It's fine if you say you know how to catch ghosts, but how can you believe something that is so ridiculous?"

While Lauren was not paying attention, Quinn could finally have a few mouthfuls of meat.

He quickly picked up a few pieces of meat and placed them into his bowl.

Lauren was still frowning as if she had heard something extraordinary. She kept thinking about it.

"System Divine Nine, do you notice anything strange?"

[System Divine Nine: Host, are you saying that it's abnormal to sacrifice blood?]

"That's right, it's very abnormal. I've read a lot of books. It's normal to have different beliefs, but no country's normal beliefs require blood to be sacrificed. Have you forgotten? Blood is a part of the living. It's used to worship living things."

[System Divine Nine: Living things? You mean...]

"I suspect that what your manager asked you to worship isn't just any ordinary spirit or god, but a living dead."

Hearing this, Quinn immediately spat out the meat in his mouth.

"What did you say? A living dead?"

Quinn immediately recalled the dim basement floor and the strange red lights. He instantly felt the texture of the meat in his mouth was not right.

"That can't be," Quinn said shakily.

"Using blood to consecrate the body of a living person. Didn't you mention a necklace just now? The soul of this living dead is trapped in this necklace. It depends on you to provide it food and water. It also depends on the blood you provide to maintain its spirituality."

Lauren frowned and her expression was very serious.

She initially thought that this matter that Quinn was curious about was just an ordinary method used in the entertainment industry to get to the top.

She did not expect that it would involve such a cult.

Once this kind of thing was abused, it would go berserk.

If they did not properly worship this living dead, they might even suffer a backlash.

Quinn was a coward who had never seen a horror movie. When he heard what Lauren said, he leaned even tighter into his seat, trying to seek some sense of security.

"In that case, I won't touch it."

Franklin nodded gravely. "That's right, you should not contact them, and you'd better terminate your contract with Golden Star Agency as well."

At this moment, Quinn was still a little skeptical.

The group of people he had dinner with last night all looked quite normal. They were all a group of good looking people.

Could there really be such a sinister thing behind them?

For a moment, he did not know who to trust or who to suspect.

"But..."

Lauren spoke slowly

"What about the people who are worshipped? The living dead are still alive, but their souls have been controlled by someone else and turned into living dead. If we can rescue them in time, they might be able to live a normal life again."

Looking at how confident Lauren was, Quinn began to believe what she said.

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