283: Pill Room_1
Feeding pigs?
Mo Hua was slightly taken aback, his eyebrows slowly furrowing.
He had roamed around Black Mountain Stronghold for so long, but he couldn’t recall where he had seen any pigs…
Moreover, what would these evil cultivators want with raising pigs?
It couldn’t possibly be for eating their meat…
And what exactly were these pigs?
Were they monster beasts?
For some reason, Mo Hua suddenly cared a great deal.
He felt that within Black Mountain Stronghold, the phrase “feeding pigs” seemed particularly odd.
“Should I take a look?”
Mo Hua looked up at the sky, night had just fallen, somewhat dark and murky.
It was still early, he would just take a look and then take advantage of the deep night to sneak back.
He couldn’t stay in Black Mountain Stronghold any longer.
Mo Hua made up his mind, and then, concealing his form, quietly followed after Scarface.
Scarface had stuffed Kong Sheng into a hemp sack, carrying it with one hand, leaving a trail of blood all the way to the back of the stronghold’s gate.
Scarface pushed the door and went inside.
Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened, his brow furrowed.
So it was in the back of the stronghold, no wonder he hadn’t seen it.
“Should I go in?”
The third and fourth Householders were Foundation Building evil cultivators living in the back of the stronghold, Mo Hua’s concealment could deceive their Divine Sense for a moment, but a slip-up could easily give him away.
Just then, he heard Scarface talking with another old evil cultivator, saying:
“Is the third Householder here? I’ve brought something.”
Kong Sheng’s body was merely “something,” not even considered human.
Or perhaps, to the evil cultivators, all the cultivators who died in Black Mountain Stronghold were merely “things,” not humans.
The old evil cultivator’s hoarse voice said, “The third Householder just went out, and the fourth Householder is not here either, but I have the keys, so I’ll open the door for you.”
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then a flicker of realization brightened his eyes.
If neither Householder was there, he would be able to enter the back of the stronghold.
He had always wanted to know what was in the back of Black Mountain Stronghold, and now was the perfect opportunity to take a look.
The old evil cultivator led Scarface deep inside, eventually stopping in front of a large door forged from bronze, with a beast face and sharp teeth, somber and oppressive.
The old evil cultivator took out a white skull from his chest and stuffed it into the mouth part of the bronze door.
Above the door, bloody Formation Patterns lit up one by one, with a crimson glow circulating and converging inward, focusing into the mouth of the beast.
It was as if fresh blood flowed into the mouth of a monster beast.
And as the monster beast drank its fill of fresh blood, it opened its mouth wide and the door thunderously swung open.
Mo Hua watched with his eyelids twitching.
This Formation!
It was not a regular Five Elements Formation or any other orthodox Taoist Court Formation.
It was a truly Evil Formation!
Those red lights were not monster blood, but human blood;
The skull was not from a monster, but from a human.
Studying Evil Formations and practicing Evil Skills was strictly forbidden by the Taoist Court, and upon discovery, one was sentenced to death without exception.
The door guarded by an Evil Formation led to what, exactly?
Could it hide the true secrets of Black Mountain Stronghold?
Mo Hua had long harbored doubts. Did this group of evil cultivators gather here merely to find a place to lodge?
The Householder built Black Mountain Stronghold and gathered so many evil cultivators; could there be another purpose?
Could this purpose be concealed behind the door?
Mo Hua suddenly felt a surge of nervousness.
The old evil cultivator pushed the door open, speaking to Scarface: “Go on in.”
Scarface, seemingly not his first time here, nodded, and with the hemp sack in his grip, he entered the bronze door.
The old evil cultivator didn’t go inside but stood guard outside.