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 decide.
After all, after the police found God's Retribution, they would quickly investigate the car, so it was not convenient to continue using it.
The Lich's body was hidden under the hood, so he could see if there were any dead souls in the alley.
"Has it completely dissipated?"
Lan Mu shook his head, but did not give up. Instead, he returned to the taxi and went to the hospital where Ma Xiang's body was originally placed.
There were really many dead souls in the hospital. Even from a distance, Lan Mu could feel the black aura of the dead.
Lan Mu walked around the hospital. As Lan Mu got closer, the souls of the dead were attracted to him and entered his palms.
There were a total of 25 dead souls. Because they were all very weak, it was impossible to tell who they were from their appearance.
However, if he were to read their memories, it would cause harm to the souls of the deceased. If Ma Xiang's soul was among them, wouldn't his remaining memory fragments be completely destroyed?
Just in case, Lan Mu first strengthened the dead souls. When they solidified and revealed their appearance, they would naturally be able to be identified.
"Is this a gangster who was hacked to death?" After strengthening one, Lan Mu realized that something was wrong. He immediately dispelled it and turned it into pure soul energy before strengthening the next one.
"Died of leukemia, no …"
"Died in a car accident … no …"
"Suicide … no …"
After eliminating them one by one, until all 25 of them were tested, Lan Mu still could not find Ma Xiang's dead soul.
"How could this be …"
After studying the time of death of these dead souls, Lan Mu found that they all died within 30 days.
"Could it be that the dead souls will dissipate after 30 days after being exposed to the elements?"
"Fatty has been dead for 55 days …"
Lan Mu was very unwilling. If he could find Ma Xiang's soul, with his ability, he would definitely be able to solidify his soul forever. At that time, he would have enough time to reincarnate or wait for him to have an even more miraculous transformation to resurrect him.
If even his soul dissipated, he was afraid that he would not be able to resurrect his brother.
"I don't believe it. Aztlan's soul has been dormant for hundreds of years, but it's still here! Maybe Fatty's soul is hiding in some dark place … "
Lan Mu thought about the places where the soul might still be and immediately returned to the taxi.
"Master, go to the funeral parlor! It's from Mingjia Mountain. "
The driver was a middle-aged man with at least 20 years of driving experience. He could be considered an experienced driver.
In the middle of the night, Lan Mu went to the alley, the hospital, and now the funeral parlor. The driver had no choice but to overthink.
"Uh … It's very far."
Lan Mu didn't want to talk nonsense. He wanted to take out a few hundred yuan and give it to him, but he realized that he didn't have any money …
"Don't worry, I'll pay you more. Sorry for the trouble."
The driver was honest and hurriedly said, "That's not necessary. I'm just curious about what you're looking for … Why are you going to the funeral parlor in the middle of the 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 aura was very dignified. It was as if there was an instinctive suppression that made ordinary people lower their heads automatically.
This was the natural suppression of the soul when the gap between the strength of the soul was too big.
An hour and a half later, they arrived at the funeral parlor near Mingjia Mountain. Other than the street lights, it was dark everywhere. There were no houses nearby, and it could be considered a wilderness.
In the distance, there was a huge shadow. It was Mingjia Mountain that was full of dead people.
Lan Mu said, "Master, please wait for me here. I'll come back after I'm done. 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 be out soon."
After that, Lan Mu got out of the car and went straight to the gloomy funeral parlor.
In his spiritual perception, the number of dead souls here was far more than in the hospital. He could see the black smoke rising to the sky from dozens of meters away.
"One hundred and forty-nine?"
Lan Mu couldn't absorb all of them outside the funeral parlor. The funeral parlor was very big. There were places to deposit corpses, cremation places, and ashes. There was also a place to mourn the dead. There was also a dormitory. Two people stayed here at night.
Lan Mu didn't enter from the front door. He went around to the side of the funeral parlor and directly jumped over the wall to sneak in.
The driver wasn't very willing to wait outside. Seeing that Lan Mu didn't even go through the door and disappeared into the corner, he was immediately scared and sweated all over.
"Damn it, I don't want the money!"
The driver started the car and quickly turned around and left without any hesitation.
Lan Mu's perception was always open. As a human, his soul strength was 50,000. Even if he turned into a hunter, his soul strength wouldn't decrease. When the driver left, he saw it. He could only smile bitterly. A twenty year old driver was actually so superstitious.
But it was true. Lan Mu was indeed looking for ghosts. However, in this world, other than his Lich form, the dead souls were all muddle-headed.
"The place where the dead souls gather the most is the crematorium."
Lan Mu destroyed the iron gate and directly walked to the crematorium.
As soon as he entered, he saw many dead souls rubbing shoulders. Just here alone, there were 120 of them!
Turning into a Lich, a black flood rushed towards Lan Mu and condensed in his palm.
The same old method, strengthen! Disperse! Strengthen! Disperse …
One by one, the dead souls condensed into a solid form in his eyes. They took the shape of a human and soon dissolved into pure soul energy.
Suddenly! Lan Mu's hand trembled. He looked at the newly formed dead soul in surprise.
"Fatty …"
The fat and bloated body and the blood-stained police uniform appeared in front of him. It was Ma Xiang!
Seeing his long-awaited brother, Lan Mu's face lit up with joy.
"My good brother … I won't let you die again!"
The four hundred stored dead souls and the one hundred in the funeral parlor all gathered together. Lan Mu quickly stripped the negative emotions and quickly turned them into pure soul energy.
All of them were used by Lan Mu to strengthen Ma Xiang. As the soul strength increased, Ma Xiang's consciousness also became clearer.
With a soul strength of more than 500, in a sense, Ma Xiang was already a ghost.
Lan Mu also gave him a large amount of dark energy, completely stabilizing his soul.
"Lan Mu …"
Through the soul communication, Lan Mu heard Ma Xiang calling him.
"Haha! Damn fatty! You still remember me! "
Ma Xiang was at a loss, filled with sadness and unwillingness.
Lan Mu did not remove the negative emotions brought to him by death. This was because the memory fragments that carried him. Once removed, Ma Xiang would be a blank slate. What was the point of resurrecting? Ma Xiang who did not have the memories of his life was just a shell.
Luckily, Ma Xiang was not a dark person. The negative emotions that the moment of death left him were only sadness and strong unwillingness, so he did not become a vengeful spirit.
"I remember you … You are my brother!"
"Police … I am a police officer …"
"I have a fiancée … We are about to get married …"
"After solving this case, I will marry her …"
"Xiao Ling …"
"Lan Mu! Where is Xiao Ling! "
Ma Xiang's personality was quickly returning. He only had a memory loss. Many small details in his life turned into ashes along with his body. Only those things that were worth remembering and could not be forgotten in death would be imprinted in his soul, turning into memory fragments.
At this moment, his soul strength was over 500, comparable to half a Lich. It should be known that Lan Mu's soul strength was only 1000 when he first transformed into a Lich.
Without a physical body, he was now a ghost. Although his intelligence was high, because of the negative emotions, his thoughts were instinctively paranoid.
He had set the wedding date, but he died first. This caused his unwillingness to die to occupy most of his mind, and his lover Xiao Ling was his biggest obsession.
"Xiao Ling! How is Xiao Ling now? "
Hearing Ma Xiang's incessant questioning, Lan Mu felt very awkward.
Because of various transformations, he did not pay attention to his fiancée Xiao Ling in these forty days.
"Brother, don't worry … I will bring you to Xiao Ling now!"
"Don't worry, with me here, your soul will be immortal!"
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