The cold wind was still raging, and it seemed as if someone was whispering in the wind.

If you look closely, it's the sound of a child and a mother playing.

Not far away, on a stone staircase, sits an old-fashioned gramophone.

The gramophone was rusty and looked a little old.

Next to the stone steps was an old man with pale hair, his limbs rotting and resembling dead wood.

He was still listening to the laughter of the child and his mother at the phonograph.

The smile on his face had frozen, and his tears had turned into dripping wax, but he was still listening carefully to the sound that seemed heavenly to him.

Not far away, Yang Jian and his party hid behind a big rock, watching the scene in front of them.

"This is Alchemist Morgan", something flickered in Yang Jian's eyes, and he turned his head, unable to bear to look at it again.

"He went crazy because his wife and children died of the plague, and he ended up being a corpse thief."

Yang Jian sighed, seeing this situation, he couldn't bear to do anything to this poor man again.

However, Morgan stood in front of them, but it was a hurdle that had to be crossed.

"Why don't we help this poor grandfather", Sissi pulled Yang Jian's hand, her little face covered with tears.

"Brother Sword", Hans walked over, "is there any way to purify the souls of the corpse robbers so that they can rest in peace?" ”

Yang Jian frowned, thinking bitterly.

According to his memories of his past life, the robber did not die in the true sense of the word, but was cursed with blood, which prevented his soul from ascending to heaven, and was imprisoned in a shell, tormented and unable to rest.

Something must be done to purify Morgan's soul.

But there were no clergy in his ranks, and no one in the group could pray for such skills.

What to do?

Just when Yang Jian stomped his feet and was helpless, Tu Slaughter, who had been staying in his pocket, spoke.

"Master, don't forget, this brother next to me may be able to help."

"What?" , Yang Jian touched his pocket and touched a round disc.

"Jackson gave me an epic gold record!" , he was immediately overjoyed.

With the singing of this heavenly dancer, it works better than any prayer!

"Bob, come here, I have something to explain." Yang Jian beckoned to him.

"Head, it's not going to let me kill this old man", the berserker with a heart as hard as iron will never be easily moved.

"Stupid! I'm asking you to lure him away! Yang Jian rolled his eyes, this guy knew how to shout and kill.

"Oooh", Bob moved his muscles, and ran away.

"Hey, old man, do you want to see Berserker's disco," Bob grimaced, salivating at Morgan.

Morgan was furious and tore straight at the berserker.

"Hey, hey!" Bob was in no hurry, "Come after me, old man."

He trotted a few steps, then turned around and continued to grimace.

His scowling expression was enough to anger most creatures.

Morgan rushed at him, making sure to kill the bastard.

"Come on, come on", Bob is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and his two hairy legs are running fast.

The two chased after each other, and estimated that they had run a few kilometers.

At this time, Yang Jian poked his head out, "Okay, the time has come."

He pulled out the platinum record and walked straight to the gramophone.