The corpse stitcher 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 know more from the other party's mouth, but the corpse stitcher suddenly widened his eyes, his throat rumbled, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. Then he suddenly laughed and said:
"Father did not deceive me. If I do this job... I will lose my life."
The tall young man on the side was originally very afraid of the resurrected Ning Qiushui, but when he saw that the old man was swaying, he still came over to help the old man.
"Mr. Chen, how about..."
His face was full of worry, and he seemed to want to say something, but the old man's hand suddenly squeezed his arm harder and he coughed violently.
When the young man saw this, he was so frightened that he hurriedly patted the old man's back.
"Falcon..."
The old man's voice was hoarse and he turned his head with an indescribable complexity in his eyes.
"When I die, burn my body."
The young man said "Ah" and looked confused.
"This, this... Mr. Chen, won't you bury him back in his ancestral grave?"
Mr. Chen shook his head slightly and said in a strange tone:
"Remember, you must burn my body to the ground!"
"Those who work in our profession have a lot of yin in their bodies. If the body hides yin and returns yang after death, very terrible things will happen!"
The young man looked into the old man's firm eyes, bit his lip and nodded.
"good!"
After the old man finished speaking, he coughed violently again and emphasized again to Ning Qiushui:
"Remember what I just said... Never, never dig out the heart of a living person with your own hands to save your life!"
"besides……"
"If there is anything you want to do, do it immediately. When the time is up, your life will come to an end!"
There was no doubt that the old man did not say the last key message. He just licked his lips at Ning Qiushui a few times, then stared and died.
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 told him.
This incinerator is too old-fashioned and is open. Unlike ordinary crematoriums, black smoke billows into the sky. Fortunately, the unpleasant smell will be quickly absorbed by the vegetation in the mountain forest and will 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 replied honestly:
"Sun Falcon."
"Are you a descendant of Mr. Chen?"
Sun Xuan nodded and shook his head:
"Not biological."
"I am a person without parents. If Mr. Chen hadn't been willing to raise me, I wouldn't be alive today."
There was nothing wrong with what he said, but Ning Qiushui found it strange.
"Are you an orphan?"
"Um."
"When did your parents stop wanting you?"
Sun Xuan hesitated for a moment.
"Before I can remember."
"Your life is short... Cherish it and remember to listen to Mr. Chen, he will not harm you."
Sun Xuan said, turned around, packed up his things, and continued to burn the body silently.
Fourteen corpses were lying on the ground, including the one that was burned before, and himself... a total of 16 corpses.
Without exception, these corpses had their chests and abdomen cut open with sharp weapons, and their colorful internal organs were scattered everywhere. They looked particularly hideous and disgusting.
Ning Qiushui quickly glanced at the ground and discovered that all the corpses had had their hearts removed without exception.
Of course...including myself.
"16..."
Ning Qiushui quickly recalled everything related to this number in his mind, and finally focused on the moment when Zhao Er dragged him to the blood gate.
At that time, as Zhao Er opened the door, Ning Qiushui saw many people behind the bloody door.
His memory was not chaotic, and his powerful instant memory ability allowed Ning Qiushui to roughly remember their appearance.
These people add up to...exactly 16 people.
"Do these dead people on the ground have anything to do with them..."
"I did not enter the Blood Gate from the Trick House and come to this world, so in this Blood Gate world, my identity is no longer a 'Trickster'."
"Then what am I?"
"NPC, or the boss of this bloody door?"
Ning Qiushui's expression became subtle.
At this time, Sun Falcon stood up, but he seemed to regard Ning Qiu Shui as air. He walked straight past Ning Qiu Shui, dragged up a corpse with pierced intestines on the ground, and walked towards the incinerator. go.
Ning Qiushui noticed that when Sun Xuan walked, his body was uncoordinated, and there was a hidden danger that seemed to be caused by his disability.
"Hello……"
Ning Qiushui greeted him, but Sun Xuan didn't respond. He just quietly immersed himself in his own business and threw the messy corpses on the ground into the incinerator one after another.
The whole process was quiet and weird, as if Sun Falcon was burning some garbage.
Because he was not a trickster, Ning Qiushui did not receive the prompts and tasks given by the Blood Sect, and he had no idea what he should do.
Ning Qiushui touched the only ghost weapon she brought with her - the cigarette.
Still there.
fine.
He looked down at his broken body, put on an old coat hanging on a barbed wire fence not far away, covered the wounds on his body, and walked along the empty street towards the dimly lit city in the distance.
The cold wind howled on the road, and Ning Qiushui's mind was in a mess. He was thinking seriously about what happened at the crematorium.
Whether it was Mr. Chen, the corpse stitcher, or Sun Xuan, they all gave Ning Qiushui a very strange and uncomfortable feeling.
Ning Qiushui wanted to find out the origin of this feeling, but she couldn't catch its little tail.
After thinking about it, he met the first pedestrian.
The other party was across the street, a young man, playing with his mobile phone and watching live broadcasts of beautiful women, with a lewd smile on his face.
Under the dim street light, Ning Qiushui looked at the pedestrian opposite and suddenly stopped.
Suddenly, a light flashed in Ning Qiushui's eyes!
"No wonder..."
he muttered.
The moment he saw this passerby, Ning Qiushui suddenly realized what was wrong with Sun Xuan and why he hadn't noticed it for so long!
Most of the corpses on the ground of the crematorium were wearing very light clothes, almost all short-sleeved shorts, but Sun Xuan and Chen Lao were wearing very thick clothes, covering almost every corner of their bodies. Only the hands and head are exposed!
The temperature of the furnace in the crematorium is extremely high, and the temperature next to it must be higher than outside. Even if two people are afraid of the cold, they should not wear such thick clothes in such a hot weather.
Before he was resurrected, he could feel the temperature of the furnace, but after the corpse stitcher resurrected him, he had no idea about the temperature.
This is why he never thought it was strange that the two people in the crematorium wore such thick clothes!
"My body is uncoordinated, and I'm still wearing such thick clothes...Is it to cover up something?"
Ning Qiushui's breathing quickened slightly.
The conversation just now echoed in my ears——
…
"This, this... Mr. Chen, won't you bury him back in his ancestral grave?"
"Remember, you must burn my body to the ground!"
…
"These two guys...have a big problem!"
Ning Qiushui suddenly turned around and ran towards the crematorium quickly!
PS: There will be more later.
