This chamber was roomier, but it was furnished and decorated much less extravagantly than Mo Hua's chamber.
Surrounding the chamber were all kinds of objects for Corpse Refinement.
The smell inside even carried a hint of the rotten stench of dead bodies.
Zhang Quan, who dealt with refining corpses all day, no longer noticed the stench and thus did not care.
Inside his own stone chamber, Zhang Quan either slept, meditated or occasionally behaved as if he were in a craze, showing worrying signs of mental instability, it was completely unclear what was going through his mind.
Sometimes he murmured to himself, showed sudden fits of temper, and then shouted uncontrollably.
He seemed to display symptoms of mental derangement.
Mo Hua found this very puzzling.
"Could it be that dealing with zombies all day has made his brain be eaten by zombies..." Mo Hua silently criticized in his heart.
But thinking about it, he felt it wasn't that simple.
This seemed more like signs of gradual loss of humanity after demonic possession...
Unaware of one's own humanity, not knowing what one is doing, with only evil thoughts flourishing within, a mind full of filth.
Zhang Quan would alternate between these episodes of madness and lucidity, and after several cycles, he would calm down again, only his eyes appeared more vicious.
Occasionally, Zhang Quan would also take out a chart to look at.
At first, Mo Hua was excited.
He thought that Zhang Quan had brought out the Ancestral Master Picture.
But he quickly realized that it was not the case.
It wasn't just one chart; it was an album.
On the album, there were pictures of men and women, naked, wrestling in various positions.
The key issue was not just looking at it once, but that Zhang Quan would look at it whenever he had free time.
Mo Hua felt a profound disappointment, and even a sense of exasperation.
Where is your Contemplation Map?
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Where is your ancestor now?
Spend all day looking at such things; you have no regard for your ancestors.
If I were Zhang Quan's ancestor, I would definitely curse him as an unfilial son and hang him up to beat him.
After finishing these not-suitable-for-children albums, Zhang Quan would occasionally become furious, tear up the albums, and curse as if possessed:
"This damned place doesn't have a single woman."
"Can't even get out..."
"Damn it..."
His eyes were bloodshot and red, his expression as ferocious as a zombie's.
Mo Hua frowned slightly but soon understood.
Those who cultivate demons, their humanity gradually fades away.
Zhang Quan cultivates the Corpse Path, constantly dealing with corpse cultivators, the dead, and zombies, which twisted his nature and bred evil thoughts; he longed for human warmth, for an outlet for his vile desires.
On regular days, it was still manageable, but once he was alone, the evil desires would spread.
That's why he often lingered at brothels.
It was not only because he was a lecher.
It was more so because his demon-possessed nature made him act this way.
And naturally, the female cultivators of the Hundred Flower Tower fell victim to his cruel hands.
According to Qinglan, many female cultivators had been tortured to death by Zhang Quan.
The Hundred Flower Tower was owned by the Lu Family, and Zhang Quan worked for Lu Chengyun, so the tragic deaths of these female cultivators naturally led nowhere.
Born into poverty, fallen into a life of debauchery, dying humiliated without even a place to be buried...
Mo Hua glanced at Zhang Quan indifferently and sneered inwardly:
"I'll slaughter you sooner or later!"
Zhang Quan in the stone chamber suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He immediately stood up and looked around.
"Who?"
"Who is it?"
Zhang Quan released his Divine Sense, but the surroundings were empty with no sign of anyone.
However, he was all too familiar with that feeling of coldness and the sensation of being watched.