Mo Hua sneaked out of the altar of ten thousand corpses.

Before leaving, he carefully checked it and confirmed that he had left no trace and would not be discovered by Lu Chengyun or Zhang Quan...

The little zombie lies in the coffin.

The big tiger is also hiding in the hall.

There are no traces of the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation, the Golden Altar, and the Bronze Coffin.

Mo Hua felt relieved and then hid his body and left quietly.

The next day, Mo Hua was like nothing happened again. He followed Lu Chengyun and entered the altar of the Ten Thousand Corpse to end the formation eyes of the Ten Thousand Corpse Reset.

After entering the altar, Mo Hua observed his words and expressions, and found that Lu Chengyun was as always, and did not find anything, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Chengyun is the head of the family, with busy civil affairs and plaguing everything.

He also secretly built a ten thousand corpse formation, controlled the progress of the formation, dispatched corpse cultivation, and personally drew the Lingshu evil formation.

It's really busy.

Moreover, over the years, he has been busy with his own affairs and no longer cared about ink painting.

There seemed to be no such person as Mo Hua in his eyes.

Sometimes when Mo Hua talks to him, he is still out of his mind and ignores him.

The Mohua was a little unhappy on the surface and felt neglected, but she was secretly happy in her heart.

He wished Lu Chengyun wouldn't care about him...

In addition to Lu Chengyun, it is Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan hated himself.

But he is a formation blind, does not understand formations, and his spiritual consciousness is not strong.

Very easy to fool.

He couldn't even find Mo Hua hidden beside him.

Not to mention the formation, Mo Hua just drew the formation in front of him, in a mess, in a mess, and misunderstood manner...

Even if he directly draws a completely different formation, he may not be able to see the clues with Zhang Quan's "attainments" of formations.

Mo Hua shook her head slightly.

As expected, you need to read more books and learn more about practicing Taoism.

Otherwise, if you are fooled by someone, you will never know...

If I was not discovered, I felt relieved.

In the next few days, Mo Hua focused on the corpse cultivator in the corpse mine.

He wanted to know what kind of corpse was sealed in the bronze coffin.

But he is an amateur, and he lacks knowledge on corpse refining and is difficult to judge.

You can only start with "insider".

These corpse cultivators are obviously "insiders".

Mo Hua used a brief plan and stole some secrets for refining corpses from several corpse cultivators.

For example: "Basic Corpse Refining Method", "Corpse Blood", "Detailed Explanation of Corpse Refining", "Introduction to Corpse Refining", "Heavenly Works to Unlock the Corpse", "Corpse Origin and Flow", "Corpse Types"...

There are various categories, including exercises, introductions, miscellaneous treatises, history books, and anecdotes...

Ink painting is eye-opening.

Just refining corpses, these corpse cultivators can actually develop so many tricks.

The world of cultivation is indeed vast and complex.

When Mo Hua took the time to read these corpse books.

But after reading for a few days, I felt physically and mentally uncomfortable.

The bloody and evil illustrations in the book are also cruel and ugly, which makes people disgusted.

Ink painting is a little helpless.

"It's true that corpse refining is not something that normal people learn..."

"A normal monk, who would be interested in corpse refining?"

Mo Hua couldn't help but shake her head.

But he could only bear the disgust and continue watching.

But he saw a lot, but he still had only a few understandings. He was confused and had many places that he couldn't understand.

"It seems that I am refining corpse, and I have no talent..."

The ink painting is a little calm and a little lucky.

After reading these books, he no longer forced himself to study them, but instead wrote down some of his own problems and prepared to find a corpse repairman to "consult".

This corpse cultivator should be more honest, obedient, and stupid.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to mess with his words.

Mo Hua "looks out" among the corpse cultivators in the corpse mine for a few days, and suddenly found an acquaintance.

Lu Ming, a young and mean Lu family, has a harsh face.

The expression of ink painting moves slightly.

Lu Ming...

It was the one who first investigated the five missing mines and mines, who entered the Lu family mine and led the way for Mo Hua. When he encountered a tragic corpse, he vomited in a dark and was "intimidated" by Mo Hua and revealed some secrets of the Lu family - Lu Ming.

Lu Ming has lost his arrogant look before.

His face was as pale as other corpse cultivators, with a gray expression, without any anger, and he didn't say much. He did whatever others ordered, like a living walking zombie.

Ink painting observed Lu Ming for several days.

I found out that he seemed to have just arrived not long ago, and he was a newcomer here and a corpse cultivator at the bottom.

Learn to refine corpses every day, be chores, and follow people's orders to do things.

At night, I was "lying on the bed" with a corpse expression, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Lu Ming is still easy to ask questions.

Mo Hua asked him several questions before.

After nightfall, Mo Hua went out in a hidden way, went to Lu Ming's stone chamber, and looked at him silently.

The stone room was quiet and there was no one around.

Lu Ming was lying on the bed, his expression was numb, and suddenly became distorted and painful again. He held his head with his hands, curled up on the bed, muttering:

“…Why are you so unlucky?”

"It turned out to be a corpse refining...I'm done..."

"I can't marry a wife in this life..."

...

He felt sad and regretful for a while, then beat the wall hard and complained:

"It's all that little guy!"

"It's all his fault!"

"Blame him..."

"What's wrong with me?" Mo Hua asked out loud.

In the quiet stone chamber, the sound suddenly sounded, strange and tender.

Lu Minghun was scared.

He quickly pounced for a few moments, sat up in a panic, and saw a small figure gradually appearing on the chair beside the wall.

"ah--"

Halfway through Lu Ming's call, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

His scream came to an abrupt end and was not discovered by other corpse cultivators.

Mo Hua picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, sniffed the smell, and found that although it was inferior tea, it had no blood or fishy smell. It was serious tea. So she took a sip, pursed her lips, and asked Lu Ming again:

"What's wrong with me?"

This sound is crisp and familiar.

Lu Ming was shocked and looked closely. Only then did he recognize it as the ink painting and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He is a human being, or a "acquaintance", not a ghost, nor a corpse.
To be continued...