Asking About Longevity Chapter 449

Chapter 449 Depth of Water

Mo Hua searched the Walking Corpse Village from beginning to end.

 All formations were dismantled, leaving no one behind;

 All warehouses are opened and no one is left behind;

 All secret rooms, all exposed, no one left out...

 The ink paintings uncovered a lot of things.

  Spiritual stones, spiritual weapons, elixirs and the like, most of which were not taken from the ink paintings.

 These are considered spoils of war and must be divided among everyone.

Moreover, some spiritual weapons and elixirs are full of evil and unclean, and it is useless to hold them with ink paintings.

 The loot recovered from the Xingshi Village will be counted by the Situ family, and then reported to the imperial court, who will then discuss merit and reward them.

 In the end, there will definitely be a stroke that falls into the hands of Mo Hua.

Although you will not get too many spiritual stones due to many deductions, at least you have passed the clear path.

And merits will be added.

 Daotingsi's achievements are more important than the spiritual stone.

  But apart from spiritual stones and elixirs, some weird things are not welcome in ink paintings.

 Especially related to formations.

I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go, so I accepted all the ink paintings.

 There is a desperate formation in the zombie village.

 The ink painting speculates that the final battle was painted on the corpse-controlling bell.

Now that the corpse control bell has been obtained, the ink painting has not yet had time to take a closer look.

 I don't know if there is really a decisive battle among the bronze bells.

 But just in case, you still need to be prepared.

Even if Jue Zhen is not in the bronze bell, he is still in the zombie village.

Mo Hua then collected all the things with formations in the zombie village to avoid any omissions when the time came to calculate the final formation.

 In addition, there are other formations painted in the zombie village.

For example, on that dry ink screen, the formations painted on it broke away from the scope of the Five Elements and involved formations unfamiliar to ink painting.

 There are many objects similar to screens in the village.

 The formations on these objects are also of very different styles.

 Obviously it was not painted by a strict teacher, but I don't know who painted it.

So in order to broaden his horizons in formations, improve his experience in formations, and enhance his knowledge of formations, Mo Hua decided to take all these objects back, dismantle them one by one, and study them carefully.

Hook the ink painting while turning it over.

But his storage bag was too small, and after filling it for a while, it couldn't fit.

The ink painting is a bit worrying.

Bai Zixi took out a brand new storage bag embroidered with auspicious clouds and phoenix patterns, and said crisply:

 “This bag is big.”

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he said with a smile:

 “Thank you, little senior sister!”

So Mo Hua no longer had any worries, let go of his consciousness, and rummaged around the village, picking out things containing formations.

　　The things picked out were put into Bai Zixi's storage bag.

Just like that, Mo Hua was carrying it and Bai Zixi was carrying it in a bag.

 The two of them walked around and searched the zombie village again.

　It wasn't until the sky got brighter that the two of them returned home with a full load of high-quality storage bags.

On the other side, Situ Fang also led the monks from the Situ family and almost cleared the zombie village.

 The spiritual stones and ink paintings were all left to them.

 The Situ family mobilized troops this time.

 Mobilizing manpower will cost a lot of spiritual stones.

Although this battle goes smoothly, it is inevitable that some monks will be killed or injured, and these casualty monks will also need spiritual stone compensation.

 Afterwards everyone gathered together.

Situ Fang and the two elders of the Situ family all thanked Mo Hua and the others.

Without the help of the three Mo Hua men, their casualties in this battle are expected to be greater, and it is still unknown whether they can successfully capture the zombie village.

 After all, the copycat formation is tight and the iron corpse is invulnerable. It is still very difficult to fight head-on.

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "You're welcome."

 Then he asked: “What next?”

Situ Jin stroked his beard and thought for a moment. He did not hide anything from Mo Hua, but said truthfully:

“After we finish the inventory, we will not go to the Nanyue City Dao Tingsi. Instead, we will report to the court in the name of the next door Nanshan City Dao Tingsi through the relationship and connections of the Situ family.”

“Nanshan City Daotingsi?”

Situ Jin nodded, "The head of Nanshan City, his wife's surname is Situ."

 You will understand it through ink painting.

Situ Jin continued: "This credit will be attributed to Miss Fang, bypassing the Daoting Division in Nanyue City."

“Of course,” Situ Jin looked at the ink painting and said, “Mr., you will also be counted. In addition to the spirit stones, there are also merits distributed by the Taoist court.”

"As for whether the merit is more or less, it depends on the operation of Daoting."

 After all, as long as there are people, there will be division of interests.

 In a place like Daoting, even if clear water flows through it, three layers of oil will be scraped off.

Situ Jin added: "In addition, the Situ family also has some small gifts for the young gentleman..."

 After all, this time, thanks to Mo Hua, they had the opportunity to make this contribution.

 Sometimes, even the flower spirit stone cannot buy things like merit.

 With this merit, Miss Fang will also be valued by the family.

There are not many promising children in their branch. Situ Fang is diligent in cultivation and conscientious in work, and he can be regarded as one of the best among them.

 So Situ Jin was very grateful for the ink paintings.

　　“Where, the elder is so polite…”

Mo Hua spoke modestly, but still couldn't hold it back and said curiously:

 “What kind of small gift can you give me...”

Situ Jin was startled and couldn't help laughing.

This young gentleman has an open mind and is really a down-to-earth person.

Situ Jin smiled and said: "The young gentleman may not like secular things like spirit stones. The Situ family will prepare some family heirlooms and give them to the young gentleman to build some good relationships..."

Mo Hua wants to say that he also likes secular objects such as spiritual stones. But saying this is a bit embarrassing.

 I don't have the nerve to talk about ink paintings.

 However, he is very happy to have the knowledge of formation.

 I don't know what formation book the Situ family will give me.

The ink painting said thank you:

 “Thank you, elder, and thank you sister Situ!”

Situ Fang smiled and nodded when he saw that Mo Hua accepted the kindness of their Situ family.

 After that, Zhang Quan was taken into custody by Situ Jin and sent to Daotingsi.

These walking corpses and coffins have also been accounted for and handled by Daotingsi.

 The Corpse Refining Coffin is a demonic artifact and must be destroyed.

 Zombies are very harmful. After losing control, they will go berserk, wander around, and devour the flesh and blood of living people.

 Corpse poison can also easily cause monks to undergo corpse transformation.

 Hence, ordinary zombies will be burned uniformly by Daotingsi, leaving no harm behind.

 But these things have nothing to do with ink painting.

Situ Fang still has some finishing matters to deal with, and he also has to wait for the Nanshan City Dao Tingsi to come over to hand over some affairs. He will be very busy next.

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

With the incident at the Walking Corpse Village over, Mo Hua also left and went back with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

 At this time, the sky has brightened, and the morning glow is filling the sky and shining on the road.

The three people in Mo Hua walked side by side, stepping on the rocks, covered with sunlight, looking at the desolate but somewhat wild scenery in the mountains, and walked back step by step.

On the way, Bai Zisheng regretfully said:

 “I couldn't kill Zhang Quan…”

 He wanted to take advantage of Zhang Quan's fainting state and shoot him, but Mo Hua refused.

"There is someone behind Zhang Quan. We must spare his life and find a way to find out who this person is." Mo Hua said.

 “Zhang Quan doesn't know how to speak.”

 “Then it's not up to him.”

Bai Zisheng asked: "You don't still want to torture Zhang Quan yourself, do you?"

Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zisheng hesitated: "You'd better not go..."

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Why?"

Bai Zisheng said: "If you make Zhang Quan behave like that, even if he dies and is cut to pieces with a thousand knives, he will definitely not say anything to you."

Mo Hua was startled, "His measure can't be so small."

Bai Zisheng was speechless: "I think his tolerance is too big. If he had been smaller, he would have been so angry that you would have died..."

Mo Hua frowned and whispered doubtfully:

 “Am I that annoying?”

 How come he didn't notice it himself?

Bai Zisheng sighed, "It's your innocent face that makes people angry the most."

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

 “Senior sister, am I angry?”

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

"fine."

Mo Hua nodded, feeling that the young senior 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?”

The ink painting said without hesitation: "Five iron corpses and six hundred and thirty-seven walking corpses."

 “Have you really counted?”

 “That's natural.” Mo Hua nodded.

He may know how many zombies there are in the Walking Dead Village better than Zhang Quan, the leader.

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

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

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

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Not enough!"

Bai Zisheng was a little confused.

Mo Hua then explained: "Zhang Quan's method of refining corpses is passed down from his ancestors. He bought corpses and refined them for decades to hundreds of years. Over the years, it is impossible that these are the only number of zombies he has turned into zombies..."

"And he is not alone in refining. He has built a zombie village, where robbers kill people, mine cultivators buy corpses, and there are one or two hundred corpse cultivators who are also refining corpses. Over time, the number of zombies produced is by no means a small number. .”

Bai Zisheng also frowned, "Does he have other places to hide his body?"

“It's not hiding, it's possible that it's selling.”

Mo Hua remembered what Zhang Quan said about "sending the corpse".

 It is impossible for him to refine the corpse to "give" it to others. There must be some kind of transaction involved.

It's just that these things are still a fog for the time being, and there are no clues.

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

Mo Hua nodded and couldn't help but look to the other side.

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

 It is already morning, the morning glow has dispersed, and the sunlight has become scorching.

 The mines were scorched by the sun.

 Mining repairmen are working under the scorching sun.

With the scorching sun above their heads and hot rocks under their feet, their bodies covered with whip marks were tanned, their hands were chapped, and their backs were bent. They worked hard and numbly under the insults of the overseers.

They are alive, and every breath they take is extremely difficult.

Like a person drowning in deep water, unable to breathe due to suffocation.

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly and he murmured:

“The water in Nanyue City is very deep…”

“That's why these mine repairmen live in dire straits…”

 (End of this chapter)

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