There are several walking zombies hidden in these two coffins.

The formation on the chests of these zombies is relatively intact.

Ink paintings need to be transported back and studied carefully.

This matter must be concealed. It must not be allowed to be known to Dao Tingsi, nor other monks, so as to prevent those who are interested from guessing their intentions.

Although it may be an extravagant move, you will never make any mistakes when doing things carefully.

Bai Zisheng carried the coffin to the carriage.

The hidden array was hidden in the ink painting, and the coffin disappeared and would not be discovered by others.

But Dabai was not happy.

Dabai was reluctant to pull the zombie coffin, such a dirty thing.

Mo Hua coaxed him for a long time and fed him some spiritual herbs to Dabai. It only reluctantly agreed for the sake of Mo Hua and Lingcao.

So Bai Zisheng drove the car, Mo Hua and Bai Zixi sat in the car, looking at the coffin.

The three of them secretly pulled the coffin and the zombie away without hiding it.

When he entered the city, he was investigated by the steward.

Mo Hua was familiar with the Shishi, said hello, and gave him two more spirit stones to drink.

The steward took a sloppy look and let it go politely.

The carriage entered the cave, Mo Hua found a quiet, remote, and shaded wing room, and after painting the surroundings, it was then placed in the coffin.

"Do you want to say something to your master?" Bai Zisheng asked quietly.

Mo Hua thought for a while, nodded and said, "I want it!"

Mr. Zhuang must know what they did.

But no matter how much they know, they also have to tell Mr. Zhuang in detail first.

Respecting teachers and respecting Tao is the duty of disciples.

Mo Hua went to find Mr. Zhuang.

Before Mo Hua could speak, Mr. Zhuang waved his hand, "Study it carefully and deal with it cleanly afterwards. Don't stay such dirty things for a long time."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Yes, Master!"

Mr. Zhuang really knows it.

But Mo Hua was not in a hurry to study it. He had to make some preparations first and then strengthen the formation to avoid omissions, causing the zombies to run out, dirty the yard, and disturb Mr. Zhuang's purity.

Unexpectedly, before the ink painting was ready, Situ Fang came to the door the next day, looking guilty, as if something was wrong and it was hard to say.

Ink painting said in confusion:

"Sister Situ, what happened?"

Situ Fang was a little sad, hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Everything is gone..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Nothing is gone?"

"Zombies, coffins, and all the evidence on the scene are gone..."

Situ Fang gritted her teeth and said.

Mo Hua frowned, "What happened?"

Situ Fang's eyes were slightly cold, "Zhensi... He burned all the zombies on the grounds that they were dirty and afraid of causing corpses to change, and left disasters to all directions. All the evidence was burned..."

"When I found out, it was too late... nothing was left."

Situ Fang's voice was hoarse and she felt deeply guilty.

The eyes of the ink painting move slightly.

Is Daotingsi's chief officer...

He patted Situ Fang on the shoulder, sighed like a little adult, and comforted him with sincerity:

"Nine out of ten life is unsatisfactory, and some twists and turns are inevitable. People should look forward, those zombies, etc., will be gone..."

Anyway, I keep it all.

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Chapter completed!