Invisible and toying with himself?
Zhang Quan himself found it too embarrassing to say such a thing.
Zhang Quan could only sullenly shut his mouth.
Lu Chengyun, noticing the conflicting expressions of the two, wasn't surprised, and acted as if nothing had happened.
Yet, within the immense Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, in a secluded corner, a common coffin contained a small Walking Corpse whose Sequential Formation Pattern had been tampered with.
This was something Lu Chengyun could not possibly know.
That evening, once Mo Hua shook off Lu Chengyun's Divine Sense surveillance, he concealed his form and quietly went to the hall.
The door to the hall was locked.
Mo Hua released his Divine Sense, and seeing no one around, controlled the Big Tiger with his Divine Sense in secrecy.
The Big Tiger had been left in the corner of the hall by him during the day.
Now, under the guiding of Mo Hua's Divine Sense, the Big Tiger leaped to the door, pushed open the bolt, and unlocked the door for Mo Hua.
The doors of the hall were quite simple.
Opening them from the inside would not trigger the Formation.
Mo Hua walked through the doorway, then approached the mural.
Next, he controlled the Big Tiger using Divine Sense, and through the Spiritual Pivot Formation on the Big Tiger, activated the Spiritual Pivot Formation on the little zombie.
The Sequential Formation Patterns matched, their "codes" similar.
The Big Tiger could control the little zombie.
This indirect control was even more covert, less likely to be detected by Lu Chengyun.
After a moment, Mo Hua's Divine Sense stirred.
He could sense the connection with the little zombie's Formation.
Mo Hua then controlled the little zombie, which pushed the lid off the coffin, slowly climbed out, and walked to the entrance, pulling on a gate switch on the wall.
At the same time, on the mural above, the ink merged chaotically, the layers becoming defined and materializing into a half-human, half-corpse face.
This face appeared majestic yet mean, with a greedy gaze, exuding ferocity and horror.
Its wide-open mouth formed the entrance to the mural.
Mo Hua stared at this face for a moment, silently memorizing it, then his eyes brightened, and he stepped into the midst of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sacrificial Altar.
Inside there was the Ten Thousand Corpses Compound Formation, the Golden Sacrificial Altar, the Bronze Corpse Coffin...
During the day, with people watching, he was restrained.
But coming in at this time of night, unnoticed by gods or ghosts, he could do whatever he wanted.