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However, this mine shaft is a Deadman's Mine.
Within the mine shaft, coffins were everywhere, casting an aura of death and decay.
Mo Hua then turned back to look at the entrance.
This natural boulder acted as the gate, with thick chains fixed to it, wrapping around and extending to an iron turntable.
By the iron turntable stood two tall Iron Corpses.
It was these two Iron Corpses who, under the control of the black Corpse Controlling Bell, pushed the turntable, pulling the chains and lifting the huge stone gate.
Mo Hua frowned deeply.
The boulder was massive and heavy; for the two tall Iron Corpses to push the turntable and lift the gate, their strength must be immense, and thus their lethal potential was also extremely high.
Yet such powerful Iron Corpses were used by Lu Chengyun simply to open the gate.
Was it because there were an extremely large number of Iron Corpses inside the Corpse Mine, rendering these two superfluous in battle strength?
Or was it because the gate was of utmost importance?
Within lay forbidden territory, strictly off-limits to outsiders and impermissible for their discovery or unwarranted intrusion.
After a few people entered the mine shaft, Lu Chengyun shook the bell again.
The two Iron Corpses, at his bidding, began to reverse the turntable.
Behind Mo Hua, accompanied by the creaking of iron chains, the stone gate slowly descended, completely sealing off the inside from the outside.
Even the cold moonlight could not find this silent Corpse Mine.
Mo Hua was also left within this closed and silent mine shaft.
An elder of the Lu Family lit a lantern.
In the pitch-black mine shaft, there was now a faint yellow light.
The light of the lantern cast Lu Chengyun's face in a fluctuating, indistinct light.
He looked at Mo Hua, his eyes faintly betraying a sinister ambition, his voice also suppressed with excitement:
"Little gentleman, this mine shaft is the heart's blood of I, and the great enterprise of the Lu Family!"
Mo Hua was shocked, but still furrowed his brow and asked:
"Lu Family Head, what exactly do you want me to help you with?"
"No rush," Lu Chengyun said with a faint smile, "Before that, let's meet an old friend first."
"An old friend?"
The Lu Family elder, holding the lantern, led the way.
Mo Hua followed Lu Chengyun through the pitch-black mine shaft, slowly moving forward.
They walked until they reached a cavern.
The cavern had a door, on which were carved layers of Formation Patterns that were unclear, but under the light of the lantern, they appeared faintly blood-colored.
Mo Hua knew right away that this was an Evil Formation.
Lu Chengyun took out a stone talisman, inserted it into the lock, and disengaged the Formation.
The Lu Family elder pushed open the stone door, and everyone entered the cavern.
The cavern was much brighter inside, with many stone chambers, each adorned with the Bright Fire Formation.
Inside the stone chambers, there were also some Cultivators, all wearing gray robes, pale-faced, and carrying the scent of Corpse Qi. They all seemed to be corpse cultivators.
These corpse cultivators, upon seeing Lu Chengyun, all bowed their heads in salute.
Lu Chengyun nodded slightly, leading Mo Hua all the way to a large hall inside.
In the center of the hall was a stone table, but it was carved much more exquisitely.
The furnishings around were complete and carefully selected, with skulls, bones, coffin nails, all exuding a kind of somber and deadly beauty.
The hall was eerie, with coffins around, and in the middle sat a Cultivator, gaunt and covered with scars, clearly wounded and unhealed, his complexion pallid and sallow.
It was Zhang Quan.
Indeed, he was an "old friend" of Mo Hua.
Mo Hua thought to himself: "As expected."
Zhang Quan wasn't dead!
The centipede wriggles even in death.
Mo Hua had felt that Zhang Quan wouldn't die so easily.
Moreover, the Zhang Family had a legacy, generations of expertise in Corpse Refining Techniques, which to Lu Chengyun, was also a rare "talent."
Lu Chengyun would not let him die so readily.
Upon seeing Lu Chengyun, Zhang Quan got up and bowed respectfully, his attitude reverent.