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Zhang Quan passionately delivered his ambitious speech.
Mo Hua frowned. "What's going on?"
Wasn't it said that the Corpse King would be refined in three days?
What did Zhang Quan mean now?
He was opening the coffin early?
Mo Hua sneakily glanced at Lu Chengyun, who was hiding behind the altar, and saw that his expression was also a bit excited, but not surprised.
It seemed he too knew that today was the day the Corpse King would be refined.
Mo Hua was dumbfounded.
So, only I was unaware?
On the fifteenth of July, the Corpse King will emerge from the coffin.
This had been the unified story shared by Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun.
Both had conspired and said as much.
Mo Hua, eavesdropping, had heard the same.
Yet, he never expected that Zhang Quan was deceiving Lu Chengyun, who, fully aware, did not expose him; therefore, in the end, the only one deceived was the eavesdropping Mo Hua himself.
Mo Hua was somewhat speechless and helpless:
Who made me an amateur in Corpse Refinement? Amateurs are always easily deceived by the experts.
Meanwhile, Zhang Quan had already opened the coffin and the bronze casket, lifting a dark green, sinewy heart enveloped in Formation Patterns, solemnly and respectfully, and shoved it into the chest cavity of the Lu Family Old Ancestor's heartless corpse on the altar.
The eerie heart gave a bizarre twitch.
A muffled sound echoed.
Then, blood streaks formed, resembling threads, weaving on their own, fusing tightly with the corpse.
The beating of the heart grew louder.
Though the sound was not loud, it made Mo Hua feel an oppressive suffocation.
Mo Hua hastily covered his ears.
But the sound seemed to arise within his heart, filled with a frightening majesty, capable of commanding the dead.
At the same time, Zhang Quan bowed down and murmured incantations.
These were Corpse Path incantations.
Dull and sinister, unlike any human voice.
Mo Hua couldn't understand at all, but the chanting made him feel nauseous.
Mo Hua struggled to endure. After an unknown period, the incantation and heartbeat sounds ceased simultaneously, and deathly silence fell over the altar.
Zhang Quan suddenly looked frenzied.
And atop the altar, the Lu Family Old Ancestor abruptly opened his eyes!
Lu Chengyun, hidden in the shadows, grinned sinisterly, his eyes gleaming coldly.