Non-human Gene Complex

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 left in that black car. Whether it was abandoned or destroyed, Bai Ze would naturally take care of it.

After all, after the police discovered Tianzhu, they would soon investigate the car, so it was inconvenient to continue using it.

The body of the lich is hidden under the hood, and he can see at a glance whether there are dead souls in the alley.

Has it completely dissipated?

Lan Mu shook his head, and 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 Lan Mu could feel the blackness of the dead there from a long distance away.

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

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

But if the memory is read, it will cause harm to the dead soul. If Ma Xiang's dead soul is among them, wouldn't even his remaining memory fragments be destroyed?

Just in case, Lan Mu first strengthened the dead souls, and after they materialized and revealed the outlines of their lives, they would naturally be able to distinguish them.

This is a gangster who was hacked to death? After strengthening one, Lan Mu immediately dispelled it, turned it into pure soul energy, and strengthened it for the next one.

Died of leukemia, no...

Death in a car accident...not right.

Suicide... no...

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

how come……

By studying the time of death of these souls, Lan Mu found that they all died within 30 days.

Could it be that the dead souls will dissipate after thirty days when they are exposed to the natural environment?

Fatty has been dead for fifty-five days now...

Lan Mu is very unwilling. If he can find Ma Xiang's dead soul, with his ability, he can definitely make his soul immortal. At that time, whether to use the dead body to revive his soul, or wait for him to have a more magical transformation and resurrect him, there will be enough time to do it. .

If even his soul dissipated, he might become a brother who couldn't resurrect himself.

I don't believe it, Aztlan's dead soul has been silent for hundreds of years, isn't it still there! Maybe the fat man's dead soul is hiding in a dark place...

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

Master, go to the funeral home! It's over there at Mingjia Mountain.

The driver is a middle-aged man, he can be regarded as an old driver with at least twenty years of driving experience.

In the middle of the night, Lan Mu went to the alley, to the hospital, and now to the funeral parlor, so he really had to let the driver think about it.

Uh... very far away.

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

Don't worry, I'll give you more fare, sorry for the trouble.

The driver was quite honest, and hurriedly said: That's not necessary, I'm just curious about what you seem to be looking for... What are you doing at the funeral parlor at night?

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

From the driver's point of view, Lan Mu's aura is dignified, as if there is an instinctive suppression that makes ordinary people automatically a head shorter.

This is because the gap between the strength of the soul is too large, and the pressure of the soul is natural.

An hour and a half later, they came to the funeral parlor near Mingjia Mountain. Except for the street lights, everything here was pitch-black, and there were no residential houses nearby, so it was considered a wilderness.

A huge black shadow in the distance is Mingjia Mountain where the dead are buried.

Lan Mu said: Master, please wait for me here, I need you to send me back when I come back from work.

The driver glanced at the Bodhisattva hanging on the rearview mirror, and said softly: My brother, why don't you pay the car fare, don't worry! I will wait for you!

Lan Mu said embarrassedly: I'm sorry, I don't have any money with me, don't be afraid, I'll be out soon.

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

In terms of spiritual perception, the number of dead souls here far exceeds that of the hospital, and the soaring black air can be seen tens of meters away.

One hundred and forty-nine?

Lan Mu couldn't suck it all up outside the funeral home. The funeral home was very large, with a place for storing corpses, a place for cremation, a place for storing ashes, and a venue for mourning the dead. There is also a dormitory, and two people live here at night.

Instead of entering through the main entrance, Lan Mu went around to the side of the funeral parlor, and incarnate as a stalker, jumped over the wall and sneaked in.

The driver was not very happy to wait outside. Seeing that Lan Mu didn't even leave the door and disappeared around the corner, he was so scared that he was sweating all over.

Damn, I don't want the car money!

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

Lan Mu's perception is always on. As a human being, his soul strength is 50,000, and it will not shrink when he becomes a stalker. He saw the driver leaving, and he could only smile wryly at this. The twenty-year-old driver is so superstitious.

But that's right, Lan Mu did come to look for ghosts, but in this world, except for the lich he transformed, the dead souls are all muddle-headed.

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

Lan Mu destroyed the iron gate and went directly to the place where the cremated body was cremated.

As soon as I entered, I saw many dead souls rubbing against each other, one hundred and twenty of them gathered here alone!

Turning around and turning into a lich, black torrents rushed towards Lan Mu, condensing in the palm of his hand.

Or the old way, strengthen! disperse! strengthen! disperse……

In his eyes, the souls of the dead condensed into substance, showing the outline of human beings, and disintegrated into pure soul energy after a while.

Sudden! Lan Mu trembled, looking at the newly formed soul in surprise.

Fatty...

The obese and bloated figure, and the blood-stained police uniform worn during his lifetime are all presented in front of his eyes, and he is Ma Xiang!

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

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

The 400 dead souls stored and more than 100 in the funeral home were all gathered together. Lan Mu quickly stripped away negative emotions and quickly transformed them into pure soul energy.

All were used by Lan Mu to strengthen Ma Xiang. 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 500, Ma Xiang is already a ghost in a sense.

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

Lan Mu...

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

Haha! Fatty! You still remember me!

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

Lan Mu didn't strip away the negative emotions brought to him by death, because once the memory fragments that carried him were cleared away, Ma Xiang would be a blank slate. What's the point of being resurrected? Ma Xiang, who has no memory of his life, is just in appearance.

Fortunately, Ma Xiang is not a person with a dark mind. The negative emotions left to him at the moment of death are only sadness and strong unwillingness, so he did not become a vengeful spirit.

I remember you...you are my brother!

Police...I'm a policeman...

I have a fiancée...we're getting married soon...

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

Little Ling...

Lan Mu! Where's Xiao Ling!

Ma Xiang's self-personality is returning quickly. He just has a lack of memory. Many details in his life are turned into fly ash along with his body. Only those things that are worth remembering and will never be forgotten will be branded in the soul of the dead. Turned into memory fragments one by one.

At this moment, his soul strength is 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 who has no body is now a ghost. Although he has a high level of intelligence, due to the influence of negative emotions, his thinking is instinctively paranoid.

Set the date of marriage, but died first. This made his unwillingness after death take up most of it, and his lover Xiaoling is his biggest obsession.

Xiaoling! How is Xiaoling now?

Hearing Ma Xiang's constant questioning, Lan Mu felt very embarrassed.

Because of various transformations, he has not paid attention to his fiancée Xiaoling in the past forty days.

Brother, don't worry... I'll take you to find Xiaoling right now!

Don't worry, I'm here to keep your soul immortal!