Lu Chengyun's voice was very light, but I still heard the ink painting.

It is not a strange thing to find someone to feed pictures. Zhang Quan did it when he was in the zombie village.

But Lu Chengyun's smile was too gloomy, which made Mo Hua very suspicious.

If it was just a normal murder and feeding picture, it would not be anything to Lu Chengyun. His expression should be faint, so he would not show it in this expression.

Mo Hua touched her chin.

Looking for someone to feed the picture?

Who is he looking for?

"Mine repair? Corpse repair?"

"Zhang Quan, and... me?"

Ink painting was shocked.

Thinking of this seems to make sense.

Every evil spirit that jumps into his sea of ​​consciousness says that his spiritual consciousness is a great supplement and is used to feed the visual image, which is naturally the most suitable one.

Could it be that Lu Chengyun was not kind to the beginning?

Mo Hua thought about it in her mind.

Although it's just my own guess, I have to be careful...

After Lu Chengyun's spiritual consciousness was restored, he drew the Lingshu evil formation again. At the time of Mao, he sealed the bronze coffin and stood up and left.

After Lu Chengyun left, Mo Hua waited for another cup of tea and confirmed that Lu Chengyun had been away and would not come back in a short period of time. Then he quietly left the altar and came to the bronze coffin.

The bronze coffin was sealed again.

Mo Hua walked around the coffin and knocked on it, but still couldn't figure out how to open the coffin and how to close it.

He was a little regretful.

When Lu Chengyun came, he didn't notice how he opened the coffin.

When I left, I forgot to see how he sealed the coffin.

Now that the bronze coffin cannot be opened, there is no way to figure out the secret here.

"Let's talk about it next time..."

Mo Hua muttered silently, and then quietly left the altar of Ten Thousand Corpse.

After returning to the room, Mo Hua immediately jumped onto the bed, meditated with cross-legged legs, and his spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a piece of white.

In the empty white, there was a golden lock formation, and the formation locked a wisp of blue smoke.

It is the mindful body left by Elder Iron Corpse after being bombarded.

Ink painting seized the time, manifested the smelting array, roasted the blue smoke little by little, burned it little by little, refined it into pure divine thoughts, and sucked it into your mouth.

Just eat while "grilling".

Until the wisp of green smoke was roasted and swallowed.

Some bloodthirsty, greed and evil thoughts emerged in Mohua's heart.

I am familiar with the ink painting. When I meditate and meditate, my mind is like a mirror and spotless. I will abandon these distracting thoughts and evil desires one by one.

The evil thoughts were gone, and a pure divine thought poured into the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting.

The spiritual consciousness of ink painting has been enhanced a little more.

This enhancement made the spiritual consciousness of ink painting go further at the peak of the twelve lines, infinitely close to the thirteen lines, but it was still a little worse...

Mo Hua opened her eyes and sighed.

It's so difficult to grow your spiritual consciousness.

He "eats" another foundation-building divine consciousness, but he is unable to enhance his divine consciousness to the thirteenth line.

Could it be that this foundation-building divine consciousness is too weak?

I was refined by myself again, and the remaining divine thoughts were less, so I couldn’t eat enough at all?

The ink painting blinked.

Could it be that we must "eat" Zhang Quan's ancestors in order to achieve the thirteenth pattern of spiritual consciousness?

But how to eat it?

Mo Hua's big eyes turned, and her stomach began to think about bad water again...

Zhang Quan's picture of the ancestor was collected by Lu Chengyun personally and regarded as a treasure, and was not so easily obtained by himself...

Then I can only find a way.

He might want to use me to feed the pictures...

Mo Hua lay on the bed, raising her calves while thinking carefully...

As he thought about it, he suddenly remembered that it seemed that he hadn't communicated with his senior sister for a long time.

Some things need to be told to the junior sister and senior brother in advance.

Mo Hua quickly got up, took out a piece of paper, and spread it on the table.

Then start writing down some key clues.

For example, Lu Chengyun’s relationship with the Lu family.

The deal between Lu Chengyun and the ancestor of the Lu family.

The ancestor of the Lu family was refined into a corpse.

Some situations of the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation... etc.

...

Mo Hua put away the note. At night, he quietly found the little tiger, stuffed the note into the little tiger's mouth, let it crawl outside, and handed the letter to the little sister.

The next day, the little tiger crawled back and held another note in his mouth.

This paper is white and delicate, with light gold-burned patterns. It is commonly used by the junior sister. You can tell at a glance that ink paintings.

If a note is sent back, it means that Xiao Laohu's letter has been delivered.

Mo Hua nodded and opened the note, wanting to see what the junior sister wrote.

But after opening the note, I found that there were only four simple words on it:

"Won't come back yet?"

There was also a small face behind it, with a slightly frowning brow.

Ink painting was stunned.

Only then did he realize that he had been in the corpse mine for a long time without realizing it.

The junior sister and senior brother should be concerned about themselves, so they are a little anxious.

Master and Mr. Puppet... should not be in a hurry.

After all, the master can calculate and he can probably know what he does.

I just don’t know if I’m not here and how their food is.

Has anyone made tea for Master, and has anyone made fried pine nuts for Pu Lao Lao...

There is also Dabai, the younger brother, I don’t know if he has fed it good grass.

And there is also strict teaching...

...

Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly missed his master and the others a little. He also felt that it was time for him to think of a way to leave the corpse mine earlier.

Moreover, Lu Chengyun is gentle and elegant on the surface, but is heartless on the inside. Although he is polite to himself, he probably has no kindness.

It's better to get out earlier, so I won't play with him anymore.

Mo Hua replied with a note, which read:

"It's so soon!"

There is a little tiger's head drawn behind it, with a tiger head and a tiger head.

The ink painting uses spiritual consciousness to guide the little tiger to deliver letters.

Then I started to think about what to do before going back.

Ten Thousand Corpse Formation, Bronze Coffin, Corpse Mine...

All these will be destroyed, otherwise there will be endless disasters.

All the corpse cultivators in the corpse mine must be eliminated if they kill people and refine corpses.

There are also zombies inside, which should be properly handled. It is best to burn them to prevent them from swallowing flesh and blood, spreading corpse poison, and poisoning Nanyue City...

"But how many zombies are there in this corpse mine?"

I only know a lot about the ink painting, but he really can't count the specific amount.

The ones in the stone hall, including the ten thousand corpse formation, should be just a part of them.
To be continued...