Asking about longevity

Zhang Quan probably knew that he was being targeted, so he didn't 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 would take action immediately.

Notified the court, gathered manpower, set up the walking corpse camp, 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 fiercely 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?" the corpse cultivator asked.

Zhang Quan was slightly absent-minded and shook his head, "It's nothing..."

But in his heart, he was still worried.

There seemed to be a powerful consciousness staring at him coldly.

"Illusion..."

Perhaps these days, I have been hiding from XZ and am used to being on tenterhooks, so there is some turmoil.

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, he has 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 can be regarded as killing people with spiritual consciousness.

But that's because it itself is a sneaky and evil thought that can invade the sea of ​​consciousness and hurt people's consciousness.

Ordinary monks seem 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 village, or wait and see if there were any other clues.

Zhang Quan discovered the needle inside his body.

It is the Sinan Zi Needle in the Sinan Zi Mother Formation.

The ink painting 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 inserted in total, one in the clothes, one in 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 the Corpse Blood Pill and fought fiercely again, fleeing in embarrassment with wounds all over his body.

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 strange. Some of the meridians were slightly stagnant, as if there was something mixed in the flesh and blood.

Zhang Quan took out the dagger, cut the wound again, and picked out the silver-white thin 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 hell is there still one? ? !

When did this needle come from?

Zhang Quan felt cold in his heart and looked shocked.

"That brat, doesn't he already know my location?"

Or maybe, he wouldn't have... already entered the zombie village, right? !

Zhang Quan stood up immediately, trembling with fear.

The Walking Dead Village has been discovered, and it's even possible that someone sneaked in!

That kid's concealment skills are extremely clever.

This incredible thing is not impossible.

Zhang Quan immediately shouted:

"Somebody come!"

A corpse cultivator walked in, bowed and said, "The master."

Zhang Quan pointed at him, his voice trembling slightly:

"The whole 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 hell!"

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.

Within 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 was not afraid that Zhang Quanneng would discover him.

In the entire Walking Corpse Village, all the monks together, no one's spiritual consciousness is stronger than his, and naturally they can't see through his concealment.

Moreover, the Walking Corpse Village is a copycat village with many buildings and formations.

In such a place where there are many formations, ink painters who are good at drawing formations and solving formations are like a fish in water. They have an innate advantage and are not afraid of them looking for it.

What's a pity for Mo Hua is that Zhang Quan will definitely not go to deliver the corpse again.

He had 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 they want to take down the stronghold, it will take a lot of trouble.

Mo Hua frowned and thought about what to do next.

Zhang Quan was still suspicious.

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 touch the outside of the village...

Or maybe you just know the approximate location and haven’t had time to catch up...

At this moment, Zhang Quan not only hoped that the corpse cultivators could find traces of the ink paintings, but also hoped that they would not be able to find them.

Soon a subordinate came to report: "The boss has traces."

Zhang Quan was shocked, "What traces?"

"The formation seems to have been manipulated."

"Array?!"

Zhang Quan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

That kid really knows how to form!

"Quick, take me to see it."

Zhang Quan followed the corpse cultivator 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 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 Dead 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.

There are indeed traces of alteration on the formations on the wall.

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, "This... what kind of manipulation was done?"

The corpse cultivators looked at each other.

How do they know?

They are corpse cultivators, corpse refiners, and they don’t know how to 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 if there was any problem 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 knife marks.

Yan Jiaoxi didn't 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 then 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 cultivator was chattering, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Quan glared at the corpse cultivator fiercely, cupped his fists at Yan Jiaoxi and said:

"My subordinates were reckless and offended many of them. 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 village?"

Yan Jiaoxi frowned, "How to escape?"

Zhang Quan was slightly startled, "This..."

Yan Jiaoxi said displeasedly: "There are formations I have set up 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 saying that, he glanced at Zhang Quan and said, "The boss, is it possible that you look down on me, Mr. Yan?"

The formation master's temper was really smelly and hard, but he couldn't be offended.

Zhang Quan cursed in his heart, but on the outside 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, "I must apologize to Mr. Yan."

The corpse cultivator could only lower his hands and said, "Please forgive me, Mr. Yan."

Yan Jiaoxi's face became slightly brighter.

Seeing this, Zhang Quan smiled and said: "Sir, I would like to ask a question."

Yan Jiaoxi nodded and said, "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 as usual and he wrote lightly:

"It's just a hidden skill, nothing worth mentioning."

Zhang's face lit up with joy, "Sir, please give me some advice."

Yan Jiaoxi said: "It is best to use the development array. Under the development array, the monks have nothing to hide from. 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 formation."

"Plumbed around the gate of the village, any monk who hides in will have his whereabouts revealed..."

"Good!" Zhang Quan praised, "As expected of Mr. Yan."

He had never heard of the development array, but he knew about the dust formation array.

There are many dust-showing arrays in Baihua Building to prevent those prodigal sons with special habits from spying on the affairs of women in 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 Xianchen Formation?"

Zhang Quan smiled half-heartedly, "There is no need to worry about this gentleman."

Yan Jiaoxi showed a hint of displeasure, pondered for a moment, and then nodded slowly:

"Since the master gave the order, I will naturally obey it."

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.

Yan Jiaoxi also breathed a sigh of relief after Zhang Quan was taken away.

Then he looked at the formation on the wall, looking dazed for a while.

This is... Liberation Front, right?

Mo Hua, this kid, even knows how to break up formations?

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 painstakingly drawn carefully was easily solved by this child...

Yan Jiaoxi shook his head, feeling both shocked and relieved, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart:

"How far has Mo Hua learned the formation?"