"What about that Elder An?" Mo Hua asked again.
"Gone missing..."
"Dead, or just missing?"
Lu Ming shook his head, "I've only heard that he went missing. It's said that after Lu Chengyun became the Family Head, Elder An, feeling marginalized and dissatisfied, never returned from an errand he went out on."
"Some also speculate that the Family Head killed Elder An."
"But with no evidence, the matter just faded away…"
Mo Hua nodded.
So, this Elder An must have died.
Lu Chengyun, seemingly gentle, was actually vengeful, and would undoubtedly eliminate any threat, killing Elder An.
He would likely not just kill him but also use his body for Corpse Refinement.
Within those iron coffins of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, the remains of Elder An are probably placed.
That was it.
That was all the information Lu Ming had gathered.
The rest were just minor, insignificant details, unrelated to the whole situation.
Mo Hua took out a blanket and handed it to Lu Ming:
"I'm honoring our agreement, I'm saving your life."
"But don't even think about escaping anytime soon. You won't get far, and you'd better stay put for a while."
"This blanket has a Formation on it that can conceal your presence."
"Should anything unexpected happen within these Corpse Mines, find a corner, cover yourself with this blanket, and stay put."
"After the storm passes, look for your chance to slip away."
"Survival will be up to your own fortune."
"This is as much as I can help you with."
Lu Ming clutched the blanket, feeling nervous, and couldn't help asking, "What... what kind of unexpected event?"
"Don't ask; knowing too much could cost you your life."
Lu Ming shuddered with fear and expressed his concern:
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"But is this blanket truly useful?"
"The Formation on it is my work; of course, it's useful."
Mo Hua responded confidently.
Looking at Mo Hua's small face, Lu Ming felt inexplicably reassured.
Mo Hua reminded him again:
"Forget about learning Corpse Refinement, and don't go refining any either. If you happen to kill someone and refine a zombie and fall into demonhood, I won't be able to save you. It's possible that one day, out of necessity, I might even have to slaughter you…"
Lu Ming nodded repeatedly.
After leaving Lu Ming, Mo Hua made another trip to the Ten Thousand Corpses Sacrificial Altar.
It was deep into the night now, and no one was at the altar.
Mo Hua still controlled Big Tiger, opened the doors of the hall, and used the small zombie to open the door of the mural, arriving before the golden sacrificial altar.
This altar was glittering with gold, extravagantly luxurious.
Mo Hua had not paid attention before.
Now that he thought about it, all these things were very much in line with the tastes of the Lu Family Old Ancestor.
Could it be that…the one enshrined upon this altar was none other than the Lu Family Old Ancestor?
And the cruel and ferocious half-human, half-corpse face on the mural, could it also be him, "Capitalist Lu"?
It's a good thing I didn't lift the yellow cloth.
Otherwise, there might indeed be danger.
But without lifting it, how can I confirm my guess?
Mo Hua was in a quandary.
At that moment, there was a disturbance at the mural by the entrance.
Mo Hua's heart tightened, "Someone's coming?"
Who would visit the altar at this time?
Zhang Quan or Lu Chengyun?
Mo Hua made the small zombie lie honestly in the coffin, then, with Divine Sense scanning the surroundings, finding no trace of anyone, he concealed his form and reduced his breath to the bare minimum, stealthily hiding behind the altar.
Soon, the ink on the mural began to ripple, forming an entrance.
A cultivator clad in brocade robes, with a gentle face, walked in.
It was indeed Lu Chengyun.