Zhang Quan probably knew that he was targeted, so he was on the safe side and did not dare to enter the corpse village rashly, for fear of attracting the wolf into the house.

He even dared not "send the body" rashly, for fear of leaking the secrets.

But he didn't know that the "Wolf" had entered the room and was watching him on his roof at this moment.

Mo Hua lay on the beam of the house, frowned and thought for a while, and decided to give Zhang Quan another chance.

During this period, if Zhang Quan sent the body, he would be able to live more time.

Otherwise, Mo Hua will start immediately.

The report of the Tingsi, gathered people, took the zombie village, grabbed Zhang Quan, sent him to the Taoist prison, tortured him, tortured him, and then slaughtered him, and gave an explanation to the mine cultivators who died at his hands and the female cultivators in Baihua Building!

Mo Hua thought fiercely in her heart.

Zhang Quanzheng talked to the Silk Xiu, and suddenly felt a chill behind him.

He looked around and there was nothing, and couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong with the head?" asked the corpse cultivator.

Zhang Quan was a little lost and shook his head, "Nothing..."

But he was still very afraid in his heart.

It seemed that there was a powerful spiritual sense, staring at him coldly.

"Isn't it an illusion..."

Perhaps it was because I was so worried about hiding from XZ these days that I was used to it, so I was a little nervous.

Zhang Quan comforted himself.

Seeing Zhang Quan's appearance, Mo Hua was also a little confused.

I just wanted to kill Zhang Quan, but Zhang Quan actually responded?

Is Zhang Quan's mind too sharp, or is it that the spiritual consciousness itself can intimidate or fear others?

Then if the spiritual consciousness is strong, can it be directly condensed into the power of killing?

In Mo Hua's impression, I have never seen an example of a monk killing people with his spiritual sense.

The blue-faced ghost in the visualization picture can parasitize the sea of ​​consciousness and eat people's spiritual consciousness, which is considered to be a spiritual consciousness killing.

But that's because it is a sneaky and evil thought that can invade the sea of ​​consciousness and hurt people's spiritual consciousness.

Ordinary monks seem to be unable to use this method...

Mo Hua kept this doubt in her heart. Thinking that she would go and ask Mr. Zhuang if she had time in the future, she still had to stare at Zhang Quan.

But in the following days, Zhang Quan was as cautious as ever and did not reveal a single clue.

Ink painting is a little impatient.

Just when he was considering whether to do it directly, take the zombie village, or wait a little longer to see if there are any other clues.

Zhang Quan discovered the needle in his body.

It is the Sinan Zizhi in the Sinan Zizhi formation.

The ink painting was made, the formation was drawn, and it was handed over to Bai Zisheng.

When Bai Zisheng fought with Zhang Quan, he took the opportunity to stomp on him.

There were three needles in total, one on the clothes, one on the hair, and one inside the wound.

The first two were discovered by Zhang Quan, but the third one had not yet.

Zhang Quan took the corpse blood pill, and fought many times, fled in a panic, covered in wounds.

When I returned to the village, I had a lot of business and had to take a simple rest, so my injuries were healed slowly.

When Zhang Quan was cleaning the wound, he suddenly felt something abnormal. Some meridians spread qi and were slightly stagnant, as if something was mixed in the flesh and blood.

Zhang Quan took out the dagger, cut the wound again, and picked out the silver-white fine needle between the flesh and blood.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh as he saw him picking out the fine needle.

Zhang Quan took a breath.

Why do you still have the fuck??!

When did this needle happen?

Zhang Quan felt cold in his heart and looked shocked.

"That little guy, don't you already know my location?"

Or maybe he won’t... have already entered the zombie village, right?!

Zhang Quan immediately stood up, frightened to the point of being frightened.

The zombie village was discovered, and it was even possible that it would be sneakily caught in!

That little devil's hidden technique is extremely clever.

Such an incredible thing is not impossible.

Zhang Quan immediately shouted:

"Come!"

A corpse cultivator walked in and bowed and said, "The head of the family."

Zhang Quan pointed at him, his voice trembling slightly:

"The whole village is martial law! Then go search!"

"Search me carefully in the village, inside and out to see if anyone is infiltrated!"

The corpse cultivator looked surprised, "This..."

Zhang Quan looked anxious and kicked him, "Go fucking quickly!"

The corpse cultivator then said in panic: "Yes."

"etc."

Zhang Quan called him again, then took out a wooden box, put the fine needle into the wooden box, and handed the wooden box to the corpse cultivator, and ordered:

"Look for someone to throw this wooden box away... no, throw it into the river, the turbulent river, let it flow down the river..."

"Yes!" The corpse cultivator took the order.

But in a moment, the entire zombie village became noisy.

The corpse cultivator took the robbers to patrol and search.

Every room, every coffin, and every corner is not left.

Mo Hua shook her head, feeling a little regretful.

He was not afraid that Zhang Quanneng would discover himself.

In the entire zombie village, all the monks, no one has the spiritual consciousness that is stronger than him, so naturally he cannot see through his concealment.

Moreover, the Walking Zou Village is a copycat, with more buildings and more formations in the village.

In places where there are many formations, the ink paintings that are good at drawing arrays and resolving arrays are like fish in water. They have their own advantages and are not afraid of them looking for them.

What a pity for Mo Hua is that Zhang Quan will definitely not send the corpse to the death again.

I had no way of knowing who drew the formation for him to refine the corpse.

Moreover, the martial law in the village is strictly prohibited, and the corpse cultivator is alert. If he wants to take the village off, it will take more trouble.

Mo Hua frowned and thought about what to do next.

But Zhang Quan was still suspicious.

For a moment, he felt that Mo Hua not only touched the zombie village, but even entered his secret room, and was secretly looking at him in secret at this moment.

Zhang Quan burst into cold sweat and shook his head repeatedly.

impossible!

No matter how deceitful that little devil is, it is impossible to be so outrageous.

At most, you can touch the periphery of the village...

Or maybe, I just knew the approximate location and had not had time to chase after me...

At this moment, Zhang Quan hoped that the corpse cultivator could find the traces of the ink painting, but also hoped that they could not find it.

Soon some people came down to report: "There are traces in the head."

Zhang Quan was shocked, "What are the traces?"

"The formation seems to be passive."

"Formation?!"

Zhang Quan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

That little guy does know the formation!

"Quickly, take me to see."
To be continued...