Mo Hua didn't hide it, nodded and said directly:

"Lu Chengyun and I have some personal grudges and want to watch him die!"

Yang Jishan was stunned.

Private grudges?

Is it because I was locked in a corpse mine before and had a personal grudge, or is there any other reason?

Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly deeper.

No matter what the reason is, he doesn't really want a young monk as old as Mo Hua to take risks.

He was even considering whether to send someone to send the ink painting out of Nanyue City first, so as to avoid the defeat of this battle, the fall of Nanyue City, and the ink painting was in danger.

The evil of killing corpses is the edict of the Dao Court and the responsibility of the Dao soldiers, and it has nothing to do with ink paintings.

Mo Hua knows formations and has a good mind and a good seedling. He cannot take such risks!

Yang Jishan nodded.

But just as Yang Jishan made up his mind and wanted to say no, he suddenly felt a sudden thrill in his heart.

A picture appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness:

In the picture, the sky is stained red with blood.

Lu Chengyun is dead.

But all the monks present died.

And he himself broke his arm and was trampled by a zombie, his eyes full of despair.

This zombie has a huge body, bloody pupils, dark gold appears, and a terrifying aura.

It roared.

All over the mountains, thousands of zombies surrendered...

...

After a moment, everything disappeared again.

Yang Jishan's back was already soaked in cold sweat, and a great fear surged in his heart:

"Just...what was that?"

Is it my long-standing intuition?

Is it a sign in the dark?

Someone still allowed me to see this scene...

Yang Jishan's face was pale and his eyes were frightened.

"Uncle Yang?"

A tender voice brought Yang Jishan to his senses.

Yang Jishan looked up and saw the ink painting with concern on his face.

"Uncle Yang, what's wrong with you?" Mo Hua said worriedly.

Yang Jishan thought for a moment and forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired..."

Mo Hua said with apologies:

"Then Uncle Yang, please have a good rest, I won't disturb you anymore."

Yang Jishan nodded slightly, and just as Mo Hua was about to leave, he suddenly shouted Mo Hua again.

"Ink painting."

The ink painting turned back in confusion.

Yang Jishan's eyes narrowed and said, "You can go."

Mo Hua was stunned, then he was happy, "Really?"

Yang Jishan nodded, "But be careful, follow me and don't walk around. Even if you see Lu Chengyun, you should not be impulsive."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Thank you Uncle Yang!"

Mo Hua left happily.

Since I agreed to Ink Painting, I asked Ink Painting to go with me.

The bloody, terrifying, and desperate scene in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared...

Yang Jishan's fear gradually calmed down and he no longer felt cold in his hands and feet.

It seemed as if some terrible cause and effect had been cut off.

But Yang Jishan couldn't calm down for a long time.

He looked at Mo Hua's departure back, his eyes vibrated, and he thought in disbelief:

"Mo Hua...what is this little monk?"

Thank you PYHuang, ChanSO, Hanhai Xiaoyao Scholar, Sang Chen for your reward~

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Chapter completed!