Chapter 443 Discovery
Zhang Quan probably knew that he was being targeted, so he did not dare to enter the corpse village rashly for fear of attracting wolves into the house just to be on the safe side.
Even more dare not rush to "send the body" for fear of leaking secrets.
But he didn't know that the "wolf" had already entered the house and was watching him from the roof.
Mo Hua lay on the beam, frowned, thought for a moment, and decided to give Zhang Quan another chance.
During this period, if Zhang Quan delivers the corpse, he can live longer.
Otherwise, Mo Hua will start immediately.
Reported to the court, gathered manpower, set up the zombie village, captured Zhang Quan, sent him to Taoist prison, tortured him, tortured him severely, and then killed him, and gave him to the mine repairman and Baihualou who died in his hands. The female nuns gave an explanation!
Mo Hua thought viciously in his heart.
Zhang Quan was talking to the corpse cultivator when he suddenly felt a chill behind him.
He looked around and found nothing, so he couldn't help but frown.
“Master, what's wrong?” asked the corpse cultivator.
Zhang Quan was slightly absent-minded and shook his head, "Nothing..."
But he was still worried in his heart.
There seemed to be a powerful consciousness staring at him coldly.
“It's an illusion…”
Perhaps it's because I've been hiding from XZ these days and I'm used to being on tenterhooks, so I'm a little nervous.
Zhang Quan comforted himself.
Seeing Zhang Quan's appearance, Mo Hua also felt a little confused.
I just wanted to kill Zhang Quan, but Zhang Quan actually reacted?
Is Zhang Quan's mind too sharp, or is it that spiritual consciousness itself can intimidate or frighten others?
Then if the spiritual consciousness is strong, can it be directly condensed into killing power?
In Mo Hua's impression, I have never seen an example of a monk killing someone with his spiritual consciousness.
The little green-faced ghost in the visualization picture can parasitize the sea of consciousness and eat people's spiritual consciousness. It is regarded as killing people with spiritual consciousness.
But that's because it is a sneaky and evil thought that can invade the sea of consciousness and hurt people's consciousness.
Ordinary monks seem to be unable to use this method...
Mo Hua kept this doubt in his mind and thought that he would ask Mr. Zhuang when he had time in the future. For now, he still had to keep an eye on Zhang Quan.
But in the days that followed, Zhang Quan was as cautious as ever and did not reveal a single clue.
Mo Hua was a little impatient.
Just when he was considering whether to take action directly and take over the zombie camp, or wait and see if there were any other clues.
Zhang Quan discovered the needle in his body.
is the Sinan sub-needle in the Sinan sub-matrix.
The ink drawing was made, the formation was drawn, and handed over to Bai Zisheng.
When Bai Zisheng was fighting with Zhang Quan, he took the opportunity to stab him.
There were three needles in total, one on the clothes, one on the hair, and one in the wound.
The first two were discovered by Zhang Quan, but the third one has not yet been discovered.
Zhang Quan took corpse blood pills and fought fiercely again. He fled in embarrassment and was covered with bruises.
Back in the village, there were many things to do, so I could only rest briefly, and my injuries healed slowly.
When Zhang Quan was cleaning the wound that day, he suddenly felt something abnormal. Some meridians 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 thin silver-white needle between the flesh and blood.
Mo Hua watched him pick out the thin needle and couldn't help but sigh.
Zhang Quan took a breath of cold air.
Why the **** is there still one? ? !
When did this needle come from?
Zhang Quan's heart felt cold and he looked shocked.
“That kid, doesn't he already know my location?”
More or perhaps, he wouldn't have... already entered the zombie village, right? !
Zhang Quan stood up immediately, trembling with fear.
The Walking Corpse Village has been discovered, and it's even possible that someone sneaked in!
That kid's concealment skills are extremely good.
Such an incredible thing is not impossible.
Zhang Quan immediately shouted:
“Come here!”
A corpse cultivator walked in, bowed and said: "The master."
Zhang Quan pointed at him, his voice slightly trembling:
“The entire village is under martial law! Then search!”
"Search up and down the village, inside and outside, for me to search carefully to see if anyone has sneaked in!"
The corpse cultivator looked stunned, "This..."
Zhang Quan looked anxious and kicked him, "Go the **** away!"
The corpse cultivator then said in panic: "Yes."
"etc."
Zhang Quan stopped him again, then took out a wooden box, put the fine needle into the wooden box, handed the wooden box to the corpse cultivator, and ordered:
"Find someone to throw this wooden box far away... no, throw it into a river, a river with fast currents, and let it flow down..."
“Yes!” The corpse cultivator followed the order.
In just a moment, the entire zombie village became noisy.
The corpse cultivator led the robbers on patrol and search.
Every room, every coffin, every corner is not left behind.
Mo Hua shook his head, feeling a little regretful.
He is not afraid of Zhang Quanneng discovering him.
In the entire Walking Corpse Village, including all the monks, no one's spiritual consciousness is stronger than his, so naturally they can't see through his concealment.
Moreover, the Xingzhi Village is a mountain stronghold with many buildings and formations.
In such a place where there are many formations, those who are good at drawing formations and dissolving formations in ink painting are like a fish in water. They have an innate advantage and are not afraid of them looking for them at all.
Mo Hua's pity is that Zhang Quan will definitely not go to deliver the corpse again because this is a warning.
Him himself has no way of knowing who drew the corpse refining formation for him.
Moreover, the stronghold is under strict security and the corpse cultivators are vigilant. If you want to take down the stronghold, you will have to spend more troubles.
Mo Hua frowned and thought about what to do next.
Zhang Quan was still suspicious.
Even for a moment, he felt in a trance that Mo Hua had not only entered the zombie village, but had even entered his secret room, and was watching him secretly from somewhere at this moment.
Zhang Quan broke into a cold sweat and shook his head repeatedly.
impossible!
No matter how cunning that kid is, he can't be so outrageous.
At most, you can only touch the outside of the village...
Or, maybe we just know the approximate location but haven't had time to catch up...
At this moment, Zhang Quan both hopes that the corpse cultivators can find traces of the ink paintings, but also hopes that they cannot.
Soon someone came to report: "The boss has traces."
Zhang Quan was startled, "What traces?"
“The formation seems to have been manipulated.”
“Formation?!”
Zhang Quan suddenly opened his eyes wide.
That kid really knows how to form!
"Quick, take me to see." Zhang Quan followed the corpse out of the door.
The ink painting on the beam touched his chin and thought: "Where are my hands and feet exposed?"
Mo Hua remembered that his hands and feet were quite clean this time.
He was curious, so he followed quietly to take a look, hoping to see where he had made any omissions, so that he could pay more attention next time, check for omissions, fill in the gaps, and improve his techniques.
A group of people in the Walking Corpse Village were noisily looking for ink paintings.
Mo Hua followed Zhang Quan not far behind, stepping on the roof of the Zombie Village until he reached a wall.
The formations on the wall do have traces of alteration.
Mo Hua glanced at it, his expression suddenly enlightened.
I did understand the formation pattern here, and then re-drawed a few strokes, but I was a little careless and missed a few strokes of the formation pattern. Normally it would be fine, but it was revealed after a closer look.
Mo Hua took this as a warning.
The formation is rigorous. Even the most superficial formation must be meticulous and cannot be careless.
Mo Hua figured it out, but Zhang Quan didn't.
He frowned and said, "What...has this done?"
The corpse cultivators looked at each other.
How do they know?
They are corpse cultivators, corpse refiners, and they cannot draw formations...
Zhang Quan scolded: "A bunch of trash! Please come over and take a look, Mr. Yan."
After a while, someone invited Yan Jiaoxi over.
Yan Jiaoxi took a look and asked calmly: "What's wrong with this formation?"
Zhang Quan asked: "Has anyone tampered with you?"
Yan Jiaoxi nodded, "I think the formation here is old, so I reinforced it."
Zhang Quan frowned, "Did you draw it?"
“Yes.” Yan Jiaoxi nodded, and then said in confusion:
“Is there anything wrong with this formation?”
This question stopped Zhang Quan.
If he knew what was wrong with this formation, he would not ask Yan Jiaoxi.
But intuitively, he still felt that this formation was a bit strange.
At this time, a corpse cultivator suddenly said: "Since you said it is for reinforcement, why is this wall vulnerable?"
After saying that, he slashed at the wall, and there were obvious knife marks on the wall.
This is because Mo Hua solved the formation, the original formation failed, and the wall was without the blessing of the formation, so it was easy, leaving scars.
Yan Jiaoxi did not panic at all, but glanced at the corpse cultivator lightly, "I haven't finished the painting yet, how can it be effective?"
The corpse cultivator was stunned.
Yan Jiaoxi pointed to the knife marks on the wall and said, "You will mend this wall later. It will be what it was before you hacked it. Otherwise, I won't be able to draw the formation."
The corpse was chattering, not knowing what to say.
Zhang Quan glared at the corpse cultivator fiercely, clasped his fists at Yan Jiaoxi and said:
“My subordinates are reckless and have offended many people. Please don't blame me, Mr. Yan.”
Yan Jiaoxi nodded slightly.
After Zhang Quan hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickered and he asked again:
“Mr. Yan, do you think someone could sneak in in this stronghold?”
Yan Jiaoxi frowned, "How to escape?"
Zhang Quan was slightly startled, "This..."
Yan Jiaoxi said displeasedly: "I have set up formations inside and outside the village. If the formation is not broken, mosquitoes will not be able to fly in, let alone the monks?"
Zhang Quandao: "That man's formation skills are quite profound..."
Yan Jiaoxi looked solemn and said coldly:
"The implication of the master's words is that I, Yan, am not good at learning? Is my formation not as good as others?"
Zhang Quan smiled awkwardly, "Why did you say this, sir..."
Yan Jiaoxi snorted coldly and said with an arrogant expression:
"It's not that I, Mr. Yan, am boasting. Although I have not yet been determined, I have attained the attainment of a first-class formation master. In Nanyue City, there are monks whose formation skills are better than mine. It's not that there are no monks who can break my formation without making a move. Damn, this is absolutely impossible!”
After speaking, he glanced at Zhang Quan and said, "The boss, do you think you look down on me, Yan?"
The formation master's temper is really smelly and hard, but he can't be offended.
Zhang Quan was slandering in his heart, but he still said politely:
“Mr. Yan's words are serious, I'm doing this just in case.”
But when Yan Jiaoxi said this, Zhang Quan was relieved.
Then he kicked the corpse cultivator and said, "Mr. Yan, make amends."
The corpse cultivator could only lower his hands and said: "Please forgive me, Mr. Yan."
Yan Jiaoxi's face turned slightly bright.
When Zhang Quan saw this, he smiled and said, "Sir, I want to ask you a question."
Yan Jiaoxi nodded and said, "The master, please tell me."
Zhang Quandao: "If someone is good at hiding and wants to sneak into our zombie village, how should we guard against it?"
Yan Jiaoxi was slightly shocked, but his expression remained the same and he wrote lightly:
“It's just a hidden skill, it's not worth mentioning.”
Zhang Quan looked happy and said, "Sir, please give me some advice."
Yan Jiaoxi said: "It is best to use the Appearance Array. Under the Appearance Array, the monks have nowhere to hide. They can hide themselves without attacking."
“But the development array is difficult, and there is no corresponding spiritual ink in the village. Moreover, the precautions are too great, and it is inconvenient to set up, so it is not suitable.”
“The best way is to use the dust manifesting array.”
“Plumbed around the gate of the village, any monk who hides in will be able to see his whereabouts…”
“Good!” Zhang Quan praised, “As expected of Mr. Yan.”
He has never heard of the Appearance Array, but he knows about the Dust Appearance Array.
There are quite a few display arrays in the Baihua Building to prevent those prodigal sons with special habits from spying on the affairs of women on the bed.
Zhang Quandao: "I wonder if I can ask Mr. Yan to set up some dust-revealing formations in the village?"
Yan Jiaoxi asked knowingly:
“Who are you trying to guard against by setting up the Chenchen Formation?”
Zhang Quan seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "There is no need to worry about this sir."
Yan Jiaoxi showed a hint of displeasure, thought for a moment, and then nodded slowly:
“Since the head of the household has given orders, I will naturally obey them.”
Zhang Quan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a happy face:
“Then there is Mr. Lao Yan.”
Yan Jiaoxi also bowed his hand.
After Zhang Quanfu was taken away, Yan Jiaoxi breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he looked at the formation on the wall, looking dazed for a while.
This is...Frelimentary Front, right?
Mo Hua, this kid, can even liberate the formation?
And looking at this technique, it is very skillful and skillful, so it must have been hard work.
Yan Jiaoxi was a little distracted.
The formation that I had drawn so carefully and painstakingly was easily solved by this child...
Yan Jiaoxi shook his head, feeling shocked and relieved at the same time. He couldn't help but murmured in his heart:
“How far has Mo Hua learned the formation?”
(End of this chapter)
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