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

After listening carefully, it was the sound of a child and a mother playing.

On a stone step not far away, there is an old phonograph.

The gramophone was rusty and it seemed to be a bit old.

Next to the stone steps, there was an old man with pale hair. His limbs were rotten, like dead trees.

But he was still listening to the laughter of the child and his mother by the gramophone.

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

Not far away, Yang Jian and his group hid behind a large rock and watched the scene in front of them.

"This is the alchemist Morgan." Something flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. He turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it again.

"He went crazy because his wife and children died of the plague and eventually became a corpse thief."

Yang Jian sighed. Seeing this scene, he couldn't bear to attack this poor person again.

However, Morgan blocked them, but he had to overcome a hurdle.

"Why do we have to help this poor grandfather?" Qianxi pulled Yang Jian's hand, and her little face was covered with tears.

"Brother Sword", Hans came over, "Is there any way to purify the souls of the corpse thieves so that they can rest in peace?"

Yang Jian frowned and thought hard.

According to his memories of his previous life, the corpse thief did not die in the true sense, but was cursed by a bloody curse, causing the soul to be unable to ascend to heaven, be imprisoned in the body, tortured, and unable to rest in peace.

A way to purify Morgan's soul must be found.

But there are no priests in their team, and no one in everyone will pray for such skills.

What should I do?

Just as Yang Jian stomped his feet and was helpless, Turu, who had been staying in his pocket, spoke.

"Master, don't forget that this brother next to me may work."

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

"The epic gold turntable that Jackson gave me!" He was immediately delighted.

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

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

"Head, it's not that I'm going to kill this old man," the Berserker with a hard heart as hard as iron will never be moved easily.

"Idiot! I want you to pull him away!" Yang Jian rolled his eyes, and this guy knew that he was shouting and beating and killing.

"Oh," Bob moved his muscles and then ran away.

"Hey, old man, do you want to watch the Berserker's disco" Bob grimaced and looked salivating at Morgan.

Morgan was furious and bit the berserker straight.

"Hey hey!" Bob was not in a hurry, "Come and chase me, old man."

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

His expression of beating was enough to anger most creatures.

Morgan rushed towards him, be sure to kill the bastard.

"Come on, come on." Bob is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and his two legs run very fast.

The two chased each other and probably ran a few kilometers.

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

He took out the platinum record and walked straight towards the phonograph.
Chapter completed!