280: Fury_1
The tall evil cultivator was startled at the words and shook his head.
He wouldn’t dare to mess with the Fourth Householder’s moldy head.
“Then just let the fatty be dead.”
Afterwards, he asked, “Should we feed him directly, saving some trouble?”
“If the monster beast wanted to eat humans, it would have done so long ago. Why would it wait for us to feed it? It’s picky, doesn’t eat human flesh.”
“How strange,” the tall evil cultivator remarked with some surprise.
“Indeed.”
The two evil cultivators tossed the fatty’s corpse out and began to clean the bloodstains inside the room.
They soon noticed that the formation at the location of the Beast-binding Chains seemed a lot dimmer.
The tall evil cultivator frowned and said, “Is this formation broken, or has someone tampered with it?”
Mo Hua, hidden on the beam, listened with a slight shock and contemplated whether he should also scheme the two evil cultivators’ deaths.
There were numerous formations within the Black Mountain Stronghold that he had tampered with.
Ordinarily, once a Formation Master completes a formation, they wouldn’t specifically check it unless the formation ceased functioning.
After all, there were so many formations, big and small, in the entire Black Mountain Stronghold that even Mo Hua couldn’t possibly check each one.
But if these two evil cultivators discovered that the formation had been tampered with and reported it to the Third Householder, and the evil cultivators began a thorough investigation, they would find the subtle clues left by Mo Hua when he resolved the formation.
Even if they could not see Mo Hua, they would reinforce their guard.
It would then be less convenient for Mo Hua to gather information.
Mo Hua weighed the strength of the two evil cultivators in his heart, considering whether he could eliminate them right there.
Alone, he wouldn’t be able to do it, but there was also the Big Tiger.
If he coordinated with the Big Tiger and struck in secret, killing one first and then dealing with the other together, they might just be able to manage it.
The short evil cultivator also stepped forward and took a look at the formation, asking, “Do you understand formations?”
“No,” the tall evil cultivator shook his head.
“Then what’re you talking about? Acting like you know so much?”
“But isn’t this formation indeed a bit unusual?”
“What could be unusual?” the short evil cultivator said, “It’s just a formation, they all look the same to me.”
“How can they be the same?” the tall evil cultivator remained puzzled.
The short evil cultivator cursed under his breath, “Use that thick skull of yours to think, if there was really something wrong with the formation, would this Tiger Demon be lying down so obediently here?”
The tall evil cultivator was taken aback, then nodded, “Makes sense.”
He glanced at the Tiger Demon.
The Tiger Demon was drooping its head, lying there obediently with a listless appearance.
The tall evil cultivator couldn’t help saying, “This monster beast seems quite docile, how could it suddenly have bitten the fatty to death?”
“Probably the fatty did something to provoke the monster beast into anger and ended up losing its life. These sorts of incidents are common, with newcomers not knowing their limits…”
The tall evil cultivator nodded.
After that, the two of them stopped chatting and concentrated on scrubbing the bloodstains on the ground.
Seeing that they were not persisting with the formation issue, Mo Hua also relaxed.
Fortunately, these two evil cultivators were “formation blind” and completely clueless about formations; otherwise, it would have been more trouble to deal with.
Mo Hua cast another glance at the Big Tiger, thinking to himself that he could only help it so far. Whether it could escape was now up to itself.
The Tiger Demon drooped its head, softly “hmm”ing a response.
As if it really heard what Mo Hua was thinking.
Mo Hua shook his head—this Big Tiger was too clever for its own good.
Another day went by and most of the tasks were about finished; Mo Hua began considering whether to head back home.
The fatty cultivator was dead, Kong Sheng’s Jade Pendant was in hand, the Map of Black Mountain Stronghold was mostly complete, and Mo Hua had gathered quite a bit of the information he could find.
More confidential information might not be known to the front stronghold’s evil cultivators, and Mo Hua didn’t dare venture too close to the back.
It seemed this was as far as he would get.
But before leaving, there was one thing Mo Hua was still undecided about.
That was the Fireball Technique Secret Manual of the Pale-faced Man.
He had been watching the Pale-faced Man for several days, wanting to steal his secret manual, copy it for himself, and then return it, all without anyone noticing.
But after watching for several days, he hadn’t found any opportunity.
The Pale-faced Man always carried his Storage Bag with him and cherished the Fireball Technique Secret Manual like a treasure.