A strong wind suddenly blew up in the sealed cremation room, and the ashes of the corpses on the ground rushed towards Lu Fan crazily.
These people died tragically in life, and their grievances could not be released after death. They were all attached to the broken corpses. They were blown by the wind and rushed towards Lu Fan. In the skulls filled with bones, you could even see madness.
The killings, the dark resentment around them, boiled violently.
Experimental burial objects, as well as the corpses of Sang soldiers, all rushed in like crazy and howling.
"snort!"
Lu Fan showed no fear on his face. He snorted coldly and let out a thunderous sound, which shocked the whole place.
This sound was like a bomb exploding, blowing all the evil objects that came in a frenzy into pieces and leaving nothing behind.
The entire crematorium suddenly returned to silence.
The corpses piled on the ground, as well as the ashes in the cremator, lay quietly in their original positions. There was no wind, no overwhelming army of evil things, and no overwhelming murderous intent or resentment.
Everything was as if nothing had happened.
Everything was silent, except for the ancient and strange eight-armed statue, which was quietly printed on the wall. Its eyes, mottled by time, silently stared at the intruder, Lu Fan.
"Little tricks."
Lu Fan snorted coldly. If he had been in this weird environment before, he would have been really frightened by this sudden change.
But after experiencing the Night Rose Club and the Zhong family's two direct and indirect fights with Southeast Asian wizards, he had long been aware of the methods of these head-dropping masters.
This kind of tattooed idol was blessed by their magic power when it was first drawn. It can easily interfere with the minds of living people, and even control and catalyze the puppets that have been hit by the head. This is a medium for the head-dropping master to cast spells.
It is difficult to be prepared unless you have suffered losses in this regard.
However, the portrait of the evil god in front of him can still interfere with the mind of the intruder so much after decades, and even a great master like him almost missed it, which is enough to prove the strength of this head-dropping master at that time.
His strength is terrifying, and after so many years, what kind of state would he be in if he had not died?
I'm afraid that the Realm of the Evil God is no longer the ultimate goal he pursues.
As Shen Nong's power once again drained away the resentment in this crematorium, Lu Fan turned around and walked out, continuing towards the next crematorium.
The four corpse-burning rooms all became nourishment for Shen Nong's power.
By the time Lu Fan walked out of the last room, Shennong's power had returned to its original state, and strands of cold breath flowed along the palms of his hands into the meridians of his body, and he began to quickly repair the remaining parts of his body that had not yet healed.
, but when he entered the heart of martial arts, he was forcibly blocked by Lu Fan with his true energy, fearing that his mind would be affected by this terrifying resentment and lose himself.
At this time, Lu Fan stood in the middle of the laboratory, holding the power of Shennong in his hand, closing his eyes, and quietly feeling the direction of the wind blowing in the secret room.
at this time.
Thumb~thump~thump~
In the silent secret room, a burst of unhurried sound suddenly came out.
This is the sound of a woman wearing high heels stepping on the ground.
Moreover, it is right behind him.
"who?"
Lu Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and the light of the flashlight suddenly shot out behind him. Under the dim light of the flashlight, he saw a woman wearing a dark blue police uniform with a frightened face, standing behind him, looking at him nervously.
.
The policewoman held a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Lu Fan. One of her arms was trembling. She was obviously suppressing the fear in her heart and did not scream.
"Zhao Yuelin?"
Lu Fan looked at the policewoman who suddenly appeared behind him and blurted out in surprise.
The policewoman was shocked at first, but when she heard the other party calling her name, her eyes were startled. When she found out that it was Lu Fan, her pretty face changed: "Lu Fan, why are you here?
?”
"I still want to ask you, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
Lu Fan looked at Zhao Yuelin with confusion, and Zhao Yuelin's eyes were equally confused.
The two pairs of doubtful eyes met together.
Zhao Yuelin was about to speak when Lu Fan suddenly stretched out a finger and made a silent gesture towards her.
"Listen." Lu Fan whispered.
Under Zhao Yuelin's suspicious gaze, he heard a sudden sound coming from the silent secret room.
"rustle……"
"Shashasha..."
It's like someone is digging through the garbage, looking for food inside...
