The corpse sewer told Ning Qiushui that in this bloody door, it would be a terrible thing for the dead to come back to life.

Ning Qiushui wanted to learn more from the other party's mouth, but the corpse sewer suddenly widened his eyes, gurgled in his throat, and spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then he suddenly laughed:

"My father really didn't deceive me and did this business...... Folding longevity. ”

The tall young man on the side was originally very afraid of Ning Qiushui, who came back from the dead, but when he saw that the old man's body was shaking, he still came over to support the old man.

"Old Chen, or ......"

His face was full of worry, as if he wanted to say something, but the old man's hand that was holding his arm suddenly became a little harder, and he coughed violently.

Seeing this, the young man was so frightened that he hurriedly patted the old man on the back.

"Hayabusa......"

The old man's voice was hoarse, and he turned his head with an indescribable complexity in his gaze.

"When I died, burned my body."

The young man let out an 'ah', his face confused.

"This, this...... Old Chen, don't you bury yourself back to your ancestral grave? ”

Chen Lao shook his head slightly, and his tone was strange:

"Remember, burn my body to the ground!"

"Those who do our line of work have a lot of yin energy on their bodies, and if the corpse hides yin and returns yang after death, something very terrible will happen!"

The young man looked at the old man's determined eyes, bit his lip and nodded.

"Good!"

After the old man finished speaking, he coughed violently again, and emphasized again to Ning Qiushui:

"You remember what I just said...... Absolutely, never dig up the hearts of living people with your own hands to continue your life! ”

"And ......"

"If there is anything you want to do, do it immediately, and when the time is up, your life will come to an end!"

There was no suspense, the old man didn't say the last key message, just snorted his lips at Ning Qiushui a few times, and then his eyes widened and he swallowed.

After he died, the young man's eyes showed sadness, but he still threw the old man's body directly into the incinerator as the old man explained.

This incinerator is too old-fashioned, still open, and unlike ordinary crematoriums, black smoke billows up into the sky, but fortunately, the unpleasant smell is quickly absorbed by the grass and trees in the mountains and forests, and does not spread too far.

Ning Qiushui also stood next to the young man, and did not immediately fulfill his long-cherished wish as the old man said.

They quietly watched the old man's body being burned to ashes, and then Ning Qiushui asked the young man next to him:

"What do you call it?"

The young man honestly replied:

"Sun Falcon."

"Are you a descendant of Old Chen?"

Sun Falcon nodded and shook his head:

"Not biological."

"I am a person without a father and mother, if it weren't for Chen Lao's willingness to raise me, I wouldn't be able to live to this day."

There was no problem with what he said, but Ning Qiushui felt weird.

"Are you an orphan?"

"Hmm."

"When did Mom and Dad stop wanting you?"

Sun Falcon hesitated for a moment.

"Before I remember."

"Your life is running out...... Cherish it, remember to listen to Chen Lao's words, he won't harm you. ”

Sun Falcon said, turned around and packed up his things, and continued to burn the corpse silently.

There were fourteen corpses lying on the ground, including the one that had been burned before, and their own ...... There are 16 in total.

Without exception, these corpses were cut open in the chest and abdomen with sharp weapons, and the colorful internal organs were scattered everywhere, looking particularly hideous and disgusting.

Ning Qiushui quickly glanced at the ground and found that the corpses had all had their hearts taken away without exception.

Of course...... Including yourself.

“16……”

Ning Qiushui quickly recalled everything related to this number in his mind, and finally locked on the moment when Zhao Er dragged him to the Blood Gate.

At that time, as Zhao Er pushed the door open, Ning Qiushui saw many people behind the bloody door.

His memory was not confused, and his powerful instantaneous ability allowed Ning Qiushui to roughly remember what they looked like.

These people combined...... Exactly 16.

"Do these dead people on the ground have anything to do with them......

"I didn't enter the Blood Gate from the Secret House to this world, so in this Blood Gate World, my identity is no longer a 'Trickster'."

"And what am I?"

"NPC, or the boss of this bloody door?"

Ning Qiushui's face became subtle.

At this time, Sun Falcon stood up, but he seemed to regard Ning Qiushui as air, walked straight past Ning Qiushui's side, dragged up a corpse with a broken stomach on the ground, and walked towards the incinerator again.

Ning Qiushui noticed that when Sun Falcon walked, his body was uncoordinated, and there was a hidden danger that seemed to be left by his disability.

"Hey ......"

Ning Qiushui greeted him, but Sun Ying didn't respond, just quietly buried his head in his own business, and threw the messy corpses on the ground into the incinerator one after another.

The whole process was quiet and eerie, as if Sun Falcon was burning some garbage.

Since he was not a trickster, Ning Qiushui did not receive the hints and tasks given by the Blood Gate, and he had no idea what he should do.

Ning Qiushui touched the only ghost weapon he brought in from his body—the cigarette.

It's still there.

OK.

He looked down at his mangled body, changed into an old coat hanging from barbed wire not far away, covered the wounds on his body, and walked down the empty street towards the brightly lit city in the distance.

The cold wind was howling on the road, Ning Qiushui's mind was in a mess, and he was seriously thinking about what was going on in the crematorium.

Whether it was the corpse sewer Chen Lao or that Sun Falcon, they all gave Ning Qiushui a very strange and uncomfortable feeling.

Ning Qiushui wanted to find out the origin of this feeling, but he couldn't catch its little tail.

Thinking about it, he met the first pedestrian.

The other party is across the street, a young man, playing with his mobile phone, watching the live broadcast of beautiful women, and with a lewd smile on his face.

Under the dim street lamp, Ning Qiushui looked at the pedestrian opposite, and suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, a fine light flashed in Ning Qiushui's eyes!

"No wonder ......"

He muttered to himself.

Seeing this passerby, Ning Qiushui suddenly reacted, what was wrong with Sun Falcon, and why didn't he notice it for a long time!

Most of the corpses on the ground of the crematorium were wearing light clothes, almost all of them short-sleeved shorts, while the clothes worn by Sun Falcon and Chen Lao were very thick, covering almost every corner of their bodies, only their hands and heads were exposed!

The temperature of the furnace in the crematorium was extremely high, and the temperature next to it was definitely higher than the outside, and even if the two of them were afraid of the cold, they should not wear such thick clothes in such a hot weather.

He was able to feel the temperature of the furnace before he was resurrected, but after the corpse sewer resurrected him, he had no idea about the temperature.

That's why he didn't think it was strange for the two people in the crematorium to wear so thick!

"My body is uncoordinated, and I still wear such a thick ...... Is it to cover up something? ”

Ning Qiushui's breathing became slightly shorter.

A conversation just now echoed in my ears—

…

"This, this...... Old Chen, don't you bury yourself back to your ancestral grave? ”

"Remember, burn my body to the ground!"

…

"These two guys...... There is a big problem! ”

Ning Qiushui suddenly turned around and quickly ran towards the crematorium!

PS: There will be a delay.