Zhang Quan guessed that he had been targeted, so to be safe, he dared not rashly enter Corpse Stronghold, fearing that he might lead the wolf into his house.
He dared not to "send corpses" either, fearing that it would reveal secrets.
What he didn’t know was the "wolf" had already entered the house and was watching him from his rooftop at this very moment.
Mo Hua was crouching on the roof beam, frowning in thought, and still decided to give Zhang Quan another chance.
If Zhang Quan were to send corpses during this time, he could live a bit longer.
Otherwise, Mo Hua would take action immediately.
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Report to the Taoist Court Official, gather people, take down the Corpse Walking Stronghold, capture Zhang Quan, send him to Taoist Prison, and interrogate him under torture, beat him severely, then kill him, to give an explanation to the Mining Cultivators who died at his hands, as well as the female cultivators from Hundred Flower Tower!
Mo Hua thought viciously.
While Zhang Quan was talking to a Corpse cultivator, he suddenly felt a chilling breeze behind him.
He looked around, found nothing, and frowned.
"Householder, what’s the matter?" asked that Corpse cultivator.
Zhang Quan was slightly distracted, shook his head, "It’s nothing..."
But in his heart, he remained extremely wary.
It was as if a powerful Divine Sense was coldly staring at him.
"It must be an illusion..."
Perhaps it was because he had been ducking and hiding lately, being jittery, that he was overly sensitive to such feelings.
Zhang Quan consoled himself.
Seeing Zhang Quan’s reaction, Mo Hua also felt a bit puzzled.
He had only thought about killing Zhang Quan, and Zhang Quan had actually reacted?
Was Zhang Quan’s mind too sharp, or could Divine Sense itself intimidate and instill fear in others?
If Divine Sense became powerful enough, could it also directly condense into a force of slaughter?
In Mo Hua’s memory, he had never seen an example of cultivators killing with Divine Sense.
The Little Green-faced Ghost in the Contemplation Map could parasitize the Sea of Consciousness and consume the Divine Sense of others, which was akin to killing with Divine Sense.
But that was because it was inherently a sinister and evil thought that could invade the Sea of Consciousness and harm another’s Divine Sense.
"Men!"
A Corpse cultivator strode in, bowing and said: "Householder."
Zhang Quan pointed at him, his voice trembling slightly:
"Martial law throughout the stronghold! Then go search!"
"Every inch inside and out, I want you to search thoroughly, to see if anyone has sneaked in!"
That Corpse cultivator looked bewildered, "This..."
Zhang Quan, anxious, kicked him, "Get the fuck going!"
Only then did the Corpse cultivator flusteredly respond: "Yes."
"Wait."
Zhang Quan called him back, then took out a wooden box, put the fine needle inside, handed the box to the Corpse cultivator, and ordered:
"Find someone to get rid of this wooden box, cast it far away... no, throw it into the river, where the current is swift, let it be carried downstream..."
"Yes!" The Corpse cultivator took the order and left.
But in just a short while, the entire Corpse Walking Stronghold erupted into noise.
The Corpse cultivator led the bandits to patrol and search.
Not a single room, coffin, or corner was overlooked.
Mo Hua shook his head, feeling a bit of pity.
He wasn’t worried about Zhang Quan discovering him.
Not a single cultivator in the entire Corpse Stronghold could surpass Mo Hua in Divine Sense so naturally, they couldn’t see through his stealth.
Moreover, Corpse Stronghold was a mountain stronghold with many buildings and formations within those buildings.
In such a place with abundant formations, Mo, who excelled at drawing and deciphering formations, thrived as easily as a fish swims in water, having an inherent advantage and not fearing their searches at all.
Mo Hua was disappointed because, by startling the snake, Zhang Quan definitely wouldn’t send corpses anymore.
He would also be unable to find out who exactly was helping him with the Corpse Refinement Drawing Formation.
Additionally, with the stronghold on high alert and the Corpse cultivators vigilant, taking down the stronghold would require more effort.
Mo Hua frowned, calculating his next move.
Meanwhile, Zhang Quan was still fraught with paranoia.