But these things have nothing to do with ink painting.

Situ Fang still has the final matter to be handled, and she also has to wait for Nanshan City Daotingsi to come and hand over some affairs, and she will be very busy next time.

Teaching Yan had already taken the lead and was sent back to Nanyue City by the monks from the Situ family.

After the incident in the zombie village, Mo Hua also said goodbye and went back with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the morning glow was spreading all over the sky, sprinkling on the road.

Mo Hua three walked side by side, stepping on the rocks and glowing in the sunset. Although the mountains were desolate, there were also some wild scenery, and walked back step by step.

Bai Zisheng said unfortunately on the road:

"I couldn't kill Zhang Quan..."

He wanted to take advantage of Zhang Quan's anger and end him with one shot, but Mo Hua didn't let him go.

"There is someone behind Zhang Quan. I want to save his life and find a way to find out who this person is." Mo Hua said.

"Zhang Quan won't say it."

"Then he can't help."

Bai Zisheng asked, "You don't want to go and question Zhang Quan in person, right?"

Ink painting nodded.

Bai Zisheng hesitated and said, "You'd better not go..."

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Why?"

Bai Zisheng said: "If you make Zhang Quan angry with that kind of virtue, even if he dies and is cut into pieces, he will definitely not tell anything to you."

Mo Hua was stunned, "His measure is not so small."

Bai Zisheng was speechless: "I think his measurement is too big. If he measures a little smaller, he will be so angry that you will be angry long ago..."

Mo Hua frowned and said in a low voice:

"Am I that annoying?"

Why didn't he notice it himself?

Bai Zisheng sighed, "It is the most annoying thing that you look innocent and angry."

Mo Hua didn't believe it, so he turned around and asked Bai Zixi:

"Sister Sister, am I angry?"

Bai Zixi's beautiful eyes moved slightly and said softly:

"fine."

Mo Hua nodded, feeling that the junior sister was right.

Bai Zisheng glanced at his sister and could only shake his head helplessly.

...

The three of them walked side by side for a while, Bai Zisheng suddenly remembered something and asked again:

"How many zombies are there in the zombie village?"

Mo Hua said without thinking: "Five iron corpses, six hundred and thirty-seven walking corpses."

"You really counted?"

"That's nature." Mo Hua nodded.

He may be more clearer than Zhang Quan, the head of the zombie village.

Bai Zisheng smacked his lips, "So many..."

Mo Hua shook her head and said, "No, not enough..."

Bai Zisheng was slightly stunned, "Isn't it enough?"

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Not enough!"

Bai Zisheng was a little confused.

Mo Hua explained: "Zhang Quan's corpse refining method is inherited from his ancestors. He bought corpses and refining corpses for at least decades and at most hundreds of years. Over the years, it is impossible for him to become zombies only..."

"And he is not practicing alone. He built a zombie village, robbers killed people, mine cultivators bought corpses, and one or two hundred zombies were also practicing corpses. Over time, the zombies refined were definitely not a small number."

Bai Zisheng also frowned, "Who has other places to hide the body?"

"It's not to hide, it may be to sell."

Mo Hua remembers the story of "sending the corpse" that Zhang Quan said.

He refining a corpse cannot be "given" to others. There must be some kind of transaction in it.

However, these things are still foggy for the time being and there are no clues.

Bai Zisheng sighed: "The water is so deep..."

Mo Hua nodded and couldn't help looking at the other side.

At this time, they had already reached Nanyue City, and the other side of the road was the mine.

It was already morning, the morning glow dissipated and the sunlight became hot.

The mine was hot.

The mine repairmen started construction under the scorching sun.

Their heads were scorching sun, their feet were scorching rocks, their bodies were covered with whip marks and their bodies were blackened, their hands were chapped, and their backs were bent. Under the insult of the supervisor, they worked hard and numb.

They are living, every breath they take is extremely difficult.

It's like a person drowning in deep water, and he can't breathe due to suffocation.

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly and murmured:

"The water in Nanyue City is very deep..."

"That is why these mine repairmen live in dire straits..."

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Chapter completed!