Lan Mu thought of his brother Ma Xiang, so he took a taxi to the alley where Ma Xiang died.

As for Bai Ze, he drove the black car away, whether to abandon the car or destroy it, Bai Ze would naturally deal with it.

After all, after the police found out about Tianzhu, they would soon investigate the car, so it was inconvenient to continue to use it.

The Lich's body was hidden under the hood, and he could see at a glance if there were any ghosts in the alleyways.

"Has it completely dissipated?"

Lan Mu shook his head, did not give up, but returned to the taxi and went to the hospital where Ma Xiang's body was placed.

There were really a lot of dead souls in the hospital, and from a long distance, Lan Mu felt the black aura of the dead there.

Walking around the hospital, as Lan Mu approached, the souls of the dead were attracted to him and into his hands.

There are twenty-five souls in total, and because they are all weak, it is impossible to tell who the souls were when they were alive.

But if it is read by memory, it will cause damage to the souls of the dead, in case there is the soul of Ma Xiang among them, wouldn't even the only remaining fragment of his memory be destroyed?

Just in case, Lan Mu first strengthened the soul of the dead, and after it was materialized and the outline of his life was revealed, he would naturally be able to distinguish it.

"Is this a thug who was hacked to death?" Strengthened one found that it was wrong, Lan Mu immediately dispelled it, turned it into pure soul energy, and strengthened it to the next one.

"Leukemia kills, not ......"

"Died in a car accident...... Wrong. ”

"Suicide...... Not right......"

They were eliminated one by one, and until all twenty-five were tested, Lan Mu did not find Ma Xiang's soul.

"How could it be ......?"

Tong Guò studied the time of death of these dead souls, and Lan Mu found that they all died within thirty days.

"Could it be that the souls of the dead will dissipate after thirty days if they are exposed to the elements?"

"The fat man has been dead for fifty-five days......"

Lan Mu is very unwilling, if he can find Ma Xiang's soul, with his ability, he can definitely make his soul immortal, whether to borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul, or wait for him to resurrect it after a more magical transformation, there will be enough time to do it.

If even his soul is gone, he will probably become a brother who will not be able to resurrect anything.

"I don't believe it, isn't the ghost of the Aztlan still alive after hundreds of years! Maybe the fat man's ghost is hiding in some dark place......"

Lan Mu thought back to the place where the souls of the dead might still exist, and immediately returned to the taxi.

"Master, go to the funeral home! Over there in Mingjia Mountain. ”

The driver is a middle-aged man, who has been driving for at least 20 years, and is considered an old driver.

On this big night, Lan Mu went to the alley again, went to the hospital again, and now he has to go to the funeral home, so he really has to let the driver think about it.

"Uh...... Far away. ”

Lan Mu didn't want to talk nonsense, and wanted to directly take out a few hundred yuan to him, but found that he didn't bring any money......

"Don't worry, I'll give you more fares, I'm in trouble."

The driver was quite sincere, and said busily: "That's not necessary, I'm just curious about what you seem to be looking for...... What to do at a funeral home at night? ”

Lan Mu didn't answer this question, and the driver naturally didn't dare to ask.

From the driver's point of view, Lan Mu's momentum was dignified, as if there was an instinctive suppression, which made ordinary people automatically shorter.

This is the soul strength gap is too large, and the soul is naturally coerced.

An hour and a half later, they came to the funeral parlor near Mingjia Mountain, where it was dark except for street lamps, and there were no houses nearby, which could be regarded as a wilderness.

A huge black shadow in the distance is Mingjia Mountain, which is full of dead people.

Lan Mu said: "Master, please wait for me here, I will come back after my errands, and I still need you to send me back." ”

The driver glanced at the Bodhisattva hanging on the rearview mirror, and said softly: "Brother, why don't you pay for the car, don't worry!" I'll wait for you! ”

Lan Mu said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't bring any money, don't be afraid, I'll come out soon." ”

After speaking, Lan Mu got out of the car and went straight to the gloomy funeral home.

In spiritual perception, the number of dead souls here far exceeds that of the hospital, and the sky-high black qi can be seen from dozens of meters away.

"One hundred and forty-nine?"

Lan Mu can't suck it all out of the funeral home, the funeral home is very large, there are places to store the body, there is a place for cremation, there is a place for ashes, and there is also a place to mourn the deceased. There is also a dormitory, where two people live on the big night.

Without entering through the main entrance, Lan Mu went around to the side of the funeral parlor, and turned into a pursuer and sneaked directly over the fence.

The driver was not very happy to wait outside, but when he saw that Lan Mu didn't even leave the door, he turned to the corner and disappeared, and he was immediately scared and sweaty.

"Damn, I don't want the car money!"

The driver started the car and quickly turned around and left, without hesitation.

Lan Mu's perception has always been open, as a human being, his soul strength is fifty thousand, and he will not shrink when he becomes a hunter. He saw it when the driver left, and he could only smile bitterly at it, the twenty-year-old driver was so superstitious.

But that's right, Lan Mu did come to find ghosts, but in this world, except for the lich he transformed, the souls of the dead are all muddy.

"The place where the souls of the dead gather the most is actually the crematorium."

Lan Mu broke the iron gate and walked directly to the place where the body was cremated.

As soon as I entered, I saw a large number of dead souls rubbing shoulders with each other, and there were one hundred and twenty of them gathered here alone!

Turning into a lich, black torrents surged towards Lan Mu, condensing in the palm of his hand.

It's still the old way, strengthened! Dispel! Aggrandizement! Dispel......

The souls of the dead condensed into substance in his eyes, taking on the outline of a human being, and then dissolving into pure soul energy after a while.

Suddenly! Lan Mu's hand trembled, and he looked at the newly formed revenant soul in surprise.

"Fat ......"

The fat and bloated body and the blood-stained police uniform he wore before his death are all presented in front of him, and it is Ma Xiang!

Seeing his long-lost brother, Lan Mu was overjoyed.

"Good brother...... I won't let you die again! ”

The four hundred revenant souls stored and the more than a hundred in the funeral parlor all gathered together, and Lan Mu quickly peeled off the negative emotions and quickly transformed them into pure soul energy.

All of them were used by Lan Mu to strengthen Ma Xiang, and as the strength of his soul became higher and higher, Ma Xiang's consciousness became clearer and clearer.

With a soul strength of more than five hundred, in a sense, Ma Xiang is already a ghost.

Lan Mu gave him a large amount of dark power, which completely stabilized his soul.

"Blue Pastoral ......"

Through the soul exchange, Lan Mu heard Ma Xiang's call to him.

"Haha! Dead fatty! You remember me! ”

Ma Xiang was a little dazed, and full of sadness and unwillingness.

Lan Mu did not strip away the negative feelings that death brought to him, because it carried the fragments of his memory, once it was removed, Ma Xiang would be a blank slate, what was the point of resurrection? Ma Xiang, who has no memory of his life, is just in vain.

Fortunately, Ma Xiang is not a psychologically dark person, and the negative feelings left to him at the moment of death are only sadness and strong unwillingness, so he did not become a vengeful soul.

"I remember you...... You are my brother! ”

"Police...... I'm a police officer......"

"I have a fiancée...... We're getting married......"

"After solving this case, I will marry her ......"

"Xiao Ling ......"

"Lan Mu! What about Xiaoling! ”

Ma Xiang's self-personality is returning rapidly, he is just a memory loss, many details of life with his ** turned into ashes, only those things that are worth remembering, and death can not be forgotten will be imprinted in the soul of the dead, turning into memory fragments.

At this moment, his soul strength was as high as more than five hundred, comparable to half a lich. You must know that the initial soul strength of Lan Mu's transformation into a lich is only one thousand.

He is now a ghost, although his intelligence is very high, but because of the influence of negative emotions, his thinking is instinctively paranoid.

The wedding date was set, but he died first. This made most of his unwilling love after death, and his lover Xiaoling was his biggest obsession.

"Xiaoling! How is Xiaoling now? ”

Hearing Ma Xiang's non-stop questioning, Lan Mu felt very embarrassed.

Because of various transformations, he hasn't paid attention to his fiancée Xiaoling for more than 40 days.

"Brother, don't worry...... I'll take you to Xiaoling now! ”

"Don't worry, with me, I will keep your soul immortal!"