"That's all, that's all." The old man's voice became quieter and quieter, but Meng Nan heard it more and more clearly.
This voice seemed to have entered Meng Nan's heart.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Nan suddenly heard a burst of crying. The sound was very low at first and gradually became louder and louder.
Meng Nan's brows furrowed slightly, and he felt a sadness welling up in his heart.
This made Meng Nan secretly frightened. You must know that at this moment, he was already in a state of breaking through the threshold. In this state, he was almost absolutely calm.
So what would happen if he was not in a state of breaking through the threshold now? Would he surrender directly under the influence of this cry?
Gradually, the crying became louder and louder, and so did the playing music.
Meng Nan finally heard clearly. The cry was clearly from someone crying in mourning. Through the crowd, Meng Nan saw the person crying.
It was a middle-aged woman, wearing a white funeral robe with a white ribbon tied to her head. She was lying on the ground and her body was shaking constantly.
Suddenly, Meng Nan narrowed his eyes because he saw a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him in the gap between the woman's arms!
Seeing this, Meng Nan turned around suddenly and was about to leave.
But as soon as Meng Nan turned around, he saw that the old man from before had appeared behind him at some point.
At the same time, the sound of playing music suddenly stopped, and the surrounding area instantly became quiet.
"Old man, what do you want from me?" Meng Nan frowned slightly and looked into the old man's eyes.
The old man's eyes were pale and lifeless, and he turned out to be a blind man.
"Gua Wa Zi." The old man slowly raised his head and said calmly: "You have quite a bit of courage."
"I don't have any other abilities, I just have a lot of courage." Meng Nan smiled, her body tensed, ready to take action at any time.
"Okay, very good." The old man nodded: "Guawazi, let's go, be careful with that one."
After saying that, the old man took steps and walked slowly along Meng Nan's side.
"Thank you." Meng Nan didn't know who the "it" the old man was talking about was, but since the old man didn't mean to embarrass himself, it was a good thing.
"No, we can't let him go!" At this moment, the mourning woman screamed and rushed towards Meng Nan.
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"Can't let him go, can't let him go!" The rest of the Jiajia band members were also trembling, and a bright red light flashed in their eyes.
"Bang!" Just when Meng Nan was about to take action, the mourning woman was choked by a withered hand.
This withered hand belonged to the old man. The expression on the old man's face became extremely ferocious, and he said word by word: "My words are useless?"
After hearing the old man's words, the people in the Jiajia band stopped where they were, especially the mourning woman, whose body was shaking constantly.
"Ancestor, I was wrong. Ancestor, please spare my life!"
However, the old man didn't say anything. With a little force on his hand, he popped the mourning woman like a balloon.
Then the old man moved on and walked into the Jia band. The next moment, the entire Jia band disappeared.
Meng Nan looked at the place where the Jiajia band disappeared, his eyes extremely solemn.
No matter how you look at it, the strength of the mourning woman is not weaker than the female ghosts in the farewell hall before. However, such a powerful ghost is as small as an ant in front of the old man.
So, who is this old man? Why do they appear here?
Meng Nan glanced around, then walked in the direction where the little girl left.
Soon, Meng Nan came to the door of the crematorium again. The word "corpse crematorium" was once again shrouded in a light mist, and Meng Nan still couldn't see clearly.
But Meng Nan did not walk directly into the door, but walked towards the white mist on the side.
Soon, a dilapidated building appeared in front of Meng Nan. It seemed to be an abandoned farewell hall.
And just at the door of this farewell hall, there is a broken plaque leaning sideways.
This plaque has become dilapidated by the baptism of time and the erosion of fog, leaving only three numbers - 444.
Even funeral parlors rarely use this number, so there is definitely something wrong here. Meng Nan walked in without hesitation.
Sure enough, there were countless white figures floating in the farewell hall, their faces and bodies hidden by an invisible force.
These white figures did not move or react at all, just like unconscious ghosts floating in this empty hall.
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Meng Nan stood at the door and looked at these figures quietly. He had a hunch that Chen Ruier must be here.
But there are more than a hundred figures in front of you, which one is Chen Ruier?
Meng Nan observed quietly, since this is a resurrection copy, there must be clues.
While Meng Nan was observing, he suddenly felt a push on his back, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.
Meng Nan turned around suddenly, but there was nothing behind him.
"What is it?" Meng Nan was secretly wary and looked into the farewell hall again.
Suddenly, Meng Nan's figure rushed into the farewell hall, stretched out his hand and grabbed a figure.
This figure looks no different from other figures, but just between its eyebrows, a drop-shaped mass can be faintly seen.
This pattern is very shallow. If Meng Nan hadn't observed it meticulously, and if Meng Nan hadn't completely recovered her memory, she would never have discovered it!
Meng Nan knew very well what this pattern was. It was a teardrop sent to them by Chu Renmei.
After they saved Chu Renmei, in order to thank them for saving their lives, Chu Renmei gave Meng Nan, Xia Wenqing and Chen Ruier a tear respectively!
Meng Nan grabbed the figure and rushed out without stopping for a moment.
Sure enough, following Meng Nan's movements, the entire farewell hall became chaotic. The red color spread upwards from their feet, and it infected half of their bodies in just a few breaths.
When Meng Nan pulled "Chen Ruier" out of the farewell hall, the figure in the farewell hall was completely "dyed" in red!
The red-stained figure was no longer as calm as before, and the blood-colored eyes slowly opened one by one, looking in the direction of Meng Nan.
However, at this moment, Meng Nan had already rushed out of the farewell hall!
As soon as the figure Meng Nan was holding left the farewell hall, the haziness on her body slowly disappeared, revealing Chen Ruier's appearance.
At the same time, Meng Nan suddenly discovered that there were small black handprints one after another on his body.
Meng Nan's pupils shrank slightly, he had already thought about what this was.
But why can he come out of the farewell hall?
So, Meng Nan dragged Chen Ruier and rushed into the door of the crematorium!
