The gramophone has a layer of cobwebs on it, and it is quite old.

Yang Jian brushed off the cobwebs and put Jackson's record into it.

The record slowly turned, and Yang Jian turned up the volume to the maximum, then stepped aside.

At that moment, it was as if the sheet music had appeared in my mind, and the notes were jumping happily and combining into a song.

The cold wind in my ears was raging, but it couldn't stop the song from resounding in my heart.

The song covered such a wide area that the corpse robbers within a radius of dozens of miles stood still, listening silently.

"A whole century of struggle",

"Like a worn-out cork",

"Imprisoning my soul",

"Looking around, there is nowhere to go",

"We must support each other",

"The scars of the soul will be healed",

"Broken hearts are mended",

"Recovering the Dream That Lost Away",

"Let's start with ourselves",

"Start now",

"Make a change...

Jackson's song resounded throughout the shallow habitat, and the dead were infected by the song, both underground and in the crevices of the rocks.

Tearful tears were left on their shriveled faces.

The curse of blood in their bodies is gradually fading, and their bodies are gradually returning to their original form.

The hatred was forgotten, and the resentment subsided, and the yin energy in this place suddenly decreased greatly.

A morning sun illuminated the land, and the cold wind stopped.

The souls of the deceased who had been imprisoned by the curse were freed, and countless souls flew towards the gramophone.

They happily surrounded Yang Jian and his party, listening carefully to this heavenly joy.

"Good", Hans looked around, and the black pressure was surrounded by spirits.

"They were finally freed", Yang Jian was also very relieved in his heart.

At this moment, from the crowd, came a bespectacled blonde young man, he had a pair of pointed ears, and at first glance he looked like a dark elf.

"Hello, I'm Morgan the Alchemist", the young man smiled and held out his hand.

Yang Jian also stretched out his hand and shook it.

There was hardly any sense of touch, and the two hands were clasped together.

"On behalf of all of you, I thank you for what you have done," Morgan said, lifting his glasses, something flashing in his eyes.

"But you're leaving, good luck," Morgan said, looking back at the black-pressed crowd.

At this time, the sun is shining, shining on the whole shallow habitat.

"Good to go", Yang Jian sent his last blessing.

A golden light descended from the sky, leading the souls to heaven.

In the sky, countless souls flew freely, and they had never been so easy.

Not far away, Bob trotted all the way over, kicking up a lot of dust.

"Hmph", he looked unhappy.

"I was chased by this old man for more than ten kilometers, and I was exhausted."

"Bob, you did a good deed", Yang Jian patted him on the shoulder.

Jackson's singing was still fluttering, but the music changed to a different style.

"Gazing in the Night",

"There are a pair of pretty eyes in the night sky",

"Her voice, gently shaking my curtains",

"Her sigh, if there is nothing",

"Show me the way".

Not far away is a huge cavern, so deep that little light can escape.

"The Dark Elf Graveyard should not be far away", Yang Jian muttered to himself.

"The crystallization of the evil dragon Spitz, you must get it!"