Chapter 1: Becoming a Zombie

Mo Bei woke up on a full moon night.

Looking at the tattered coffin under his butt and the ragged clothes on his body that were from an unknown dynasty, he was completely stunned.

After all, in his remaining memory, he had already been shot and killed in the plane.

At that time, he had just finished attending a fashion week abroad and was flying back to China to prepare for a concert, but unexpectedly he encountered hijackers.

I don’t know whether the bandit knew him or simply grabbed him, but he was taken hostage.

With human life at stake, the crew on board dared not act rashly. The flight attendant and the co-pilot tried to negotiate with the kidnapper, but somehow, something infuriated him, and he suddenly opened fire and killed the hostage.

Before Mo Bei even had time to react, he fell down.

In his final moments, his consciousness was groggy, and when he regained consciousness, he encountered this situation.

Not in a clean and spacious hospital ward, nor in one's own home, but in a pile of graves in the wilderness.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked around.

There was no plane crash debris.

Apart from the broken coffin he was lying in, there was only a dense forest around it.

Oh, yes. There's also a coffin lid overturned under a tree in the distance.

At first glance, such a chaotic scene looks like a tomb-robbing scene.

Looking at the full moon and starry sky above his head, Mo Bei couldn't help but think -

"Good fellow, his body is exposed in the wilderness."

If he didn't clearly remember that he was a modern man, he would probably suspect that he was a big dumpling in a thousand-year-old tomb.

He could even imagine a group of tomb robbers digging here, opening the coffin, and being frightened by the corpse inside and running away.

Not daring to think any further, Mo Bei forced himself to calm down.

To be honest, everything he saw was completely beyond his expectations.

Regardless of whether he is dead or alive, such a place is definitely not the place where a popular idol singer like him should appear.

What is going on?

Puzzled, Mo Bei slowly stood up. Just as he stepped out of the coffin, bright moonlight fell on his head.

It was then that he noticed that his hands and feet were a lifeless bluish-white color.

Moreover, the muscles in the arms and legs are not as smooth and strong as imagined, but rather appear shriveled and weak.

This is definitely not what a living person should look like.

Suddenly, a terrible guess arose from the bottom of my heart——

Could it be that I have really turned into a big dumpling?

To verify this, he moved his slow body towards the sound of water in the distance.

By the stream, the moon's reflection makes the water ripple.

With the help of moonlight and water surface, he could vaguely see what he looked like now.

Pale skin, sunken cheeks, a stiff expression and protruding fangs.

He didn't even have the courage to look closely at the facial features before he fell to the ground in fear.

His hopes were dashed and he really turned into a zombie.

It's the kind in Lin Zhengying's movies.

From a top idol admired by thousands of people to an old zombie in a pile of graves in the wilderness.

For Mo Bei, this change happened overnight.

For a moment, he suffered a huge blow.

As if he had entered the sage time, he sat by the stream all night.

It was not until the sun rose the next day and the scorching sunlight baked his body, making his body emit an indescribable smell of decay, that he stopped grieving.

Covering his head and face with tattered clothes, he moved his legs with difficulty like a patient unable to walk, moving towards the shade of the trees where the sun could not see.

Just when he was about to be melted by the scorching sun, the cool shade of the tree finally covered his head.

When his strength was about to run out, he leaned against a tree trunk, looked at the ravine in front of him with no village in sight and no shop nearby, and silently cursed the hijacker in his heart a thousand times.

If that guy hadn't hijacked the plane, he wouldn't have had the accident, and he wouldn't have ended up like this.

In his 23 years of life, he has never felt so aggrieved as he does now.

Apart from the incident of being hijacked and shot, Mo Bei's life can be said to be smooth sailing.

He debuted at the age of 16 through an overseas audition and became a big star. When he was 20, his contract expired and he returned to China to develop his career after his limited group disbanded.

At the age of 23, he started his first solo concert tour in the country, and now has tens of millions of fans from all age groups. His career is booming.

It can be said that his life is a cheat.

It’s a pity that he encountered the biggest obstacle in his life when everything was going smoothly for him.

Thinking of the last concert that he had not yet had time to hold before his death, Mo Bei sighed silently.

Originally, he planned to celebrate his upcoming 24th birthday with his fans at this concert, but unexpectedly, he died in a hijacking accident a week before the concert...

Wait, considering his current condition, he can't really be considered dead, right? After all, he can still move...

[Sorry, you are dead.]

The cold mechanical sound that suddenly rang in his ear startled Mo Bei.

"……who?"

This old corpse hadn't spoken for a long time. When he opened his mouth, Mo Bei was shocked by his own hoarse voice.

"What's... happening... with my voice?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had said nonsense.

I've become a zombie myself, so isn't it normal for my vocal cords to become rigid?

["Resurrect Zombies" System 001 is dedicated to serving you.]

Mo Bei: “???”

Resurrect the zombies? What the hell?

Before Mo Bei could open his mouth to ask, a huge screen popped up in front of him. It said:

【Do you want to become a living person again? 】

Of course I do! Is there any need to ask?

Mo Bei subconsciously wanted to speak.

But before he could even use his hoarse voice, the guy who called himself the system seemed to understand his thoughts and typed a new paragraph on the screen -

[If you want to become a living person, you only need to do the following two things:]

1. Live in the spotlight. (Only in this way can a rigid body become flexible.)

2. Gain the love of the living. (The more living people love you, the clearer your mind will remain, your body will stop decaying, and you will become more and more like a living person.)

[Friendly reminder: The fans' screams can even suppress the backlash of the corpse poison~()]

After reading this, Mo Bei fell silent.

Not only because the above two requirements are somewhat unbelievable, but also because -

"Corpse...corpse poison...what is backlash?"

After uttering the question with difficulty, the system quickly gave an answer.

[Unconscious, confused, and starting to attack everyone indiscriminately, completely developing into a zombie.]

Mo Bei: "..."

It sounds quite scary.

"Under what circumstances...will the corpse poison backfire?"

Compared with the stumbling at the beginning, Mo Bei was now able to speak some coherent sentences.

Although his hoarse voice was still a far cry from his past, he couldn't ask for more in the current situation.

【Of course, it’s when you’re running low on energy. 】

[As we all know, zombies rely on moonlight for cultivation. If they don't absorb enough moonlight energy, they won't be able to move normally.]

Hearing this, Mo Bei's heart sank.

Wouldn't he have to bask in the moonlight every day?

But what should he do if it is cloudy or rainy and there is no moon?

【Those are just traditional zombies. Your situation is different.】

"What's different?"

[You have been linked to our "Resurrect Zombie" system. Therefore, in addition to moonlight, the stage spotlight is also a source of energy for you.]

[And the "love of the living" and "screams of fans" can also effectively prevent corpse transformation and the backlash of corpse poison~]

Hearing this, Mo Bei fell silent again.

This is the rhythm of letting him return to his old job...

But the problem is, he's a zombie now! How can he survive in the spotlight? How can he win the love of his fans?

Just because of this pale zombie face with fangs?

This isn't like playing an NPC in a haunted house!

Although Mo Bei had a thousand horses running through his heart, due to the objective condition of his current body, some of his words ended up rotting in his stomach.

There is nothing more terrible than this: there are too many slots but no mouth.

After a while, as if he had finally adjusted his mentality, he asked in a hoarse voice: "So, what should I do now?"

Without waiting for the system to speak, he shook his head in self-mockery: "With this honor, I'm afraid I can't even step into the threshold of the entertainment industry."

[You need to do two things now——]

[1. Sunbathe more often to store energy. This will not only improve your physical fitness, but also help you retract your fangs.]

[By the way, yesterday was a full moon. You spent the entire night basking in the moonlight by the river, so you've got plenty of energy. Now you can try to retract your fangs.]

[2. There's a funeral home at the foot of the mountain. You can go there to find some decent clothes and put on some makeup.]

As the saying goes, "clothes make the man, gold makes the Buddha." The same is true for zombies.

[With the current state of the entertainment industry, with the right makeup, anyone can be transformed into a star. Similarly, with the right makeup, even a zombie can become an idol!]

Hearing this, Mo Bei frowned.

Going to the funeral home to find clothes to wear? And putting on makeup while doing it?

Listen, is this human language?

Even if clothes make the man, he can't wear funeral clothes!

How do you apply makeup? Should you hire a mortician to do it?

[Correction, you are not pretending to be a corpse, you are a corpse right now.]

Mo Bei: "..."

"Can you hear my heart?"

[Of course, we are now one. As a system, we naturally need to know the host's thoughts and feelings.]

"..." Mo Bei: "No privacy at all."

If the host is not satisfied, they can turn on the privacy protection mode in the settings, so that the system cannot perceive the host's thoughts and feelings.

[Do you want to enable privacy protection mode? ]

"yes."

Even if it is an intelligent AI, he doesn't want it to spy on his thoughts every day.

[OK. Privacy mode is now on.]

After talking to the system, Mo Bei gradually calmed down. He looked around and asked, "Where is this place?"

[This is Yueming Mountain in the outskirts of Yuehai City.]

Mo Bei nodded slightly. Although he didn't know where Yueming Mountain was, he knew Yuehai City.

This is one of the largest first-tier cities in the country, and it also has the largest costume film and television base in China. Many TV series are filmed here.

Although he is a singer and dancer, he has also come to Yuehai's film and television base to film in the past, although it was just a small guest role.

Of course, more importantly, he has a house in the urban area of ​​Yuehai City.

Thinking about it, Mo Bei asked the system: "How do I get home now?"

He has no transportation, no money, and has even turned into a zombie. In this situation, you can't ask him to walk back, right?

【There is something I forgot to tell you just now. 】

[It is now 2045. Twenty years have passed since you were shot and killed on the plane. Both the house in your hometown and the house you bought in Yuehai City have been cancelled.]

[It can be said that you are now an illegal immigrant.]