"Is it that brat?"
Zhang Quan, at the Foundation Establishment Stage, looked a bit panicked.
He had been "haunted" by Mo Hua.
Once targeted by that brat, he was like an inescapable maggot at his feet.
He looked around again, checked the formations, and found that neither the Expose Shadow Formation nor the Expose Dust Formation had been triggered, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.
"I must be overthinking..."
"This is the Corpse Mine, with Lu Chengyun here, even that brat shouldn't be able to stir up trouble."
"No matter how capable he is, he can't treat this Corpse Mine as his own backyard, going wherever he pleases."
"The formations of the Corpse Mine were personally laid by Lu Chengyun, not like the Corpse Walking Stronghold..."
Every time he thought of the Corpse Walking Stronghold, Zhang Quan experienced heart-wrenching pain.
That was his foundation, built over decades with considerable influence, only to be inexplicably wiped out in one fell swoop.
Later, Zhang Quan faked his death, was rescued by Lu Chengyun, and even sneaked back once.
He saw that in the Corpse Walking Stronghold, all the secret chambers, mechanisms, hidden doors, and secret paths had been discovered, and the insides had been thoroughly looted.
Picked clean!
Not even leaving him a single coffin board, as if locusts had ravaged it through.
The person who could do this, he knew without thinking, was who.
The smiling face of Mo Hua emerged again in his mind.
Zhang Quan suddenly felt his blood rush to his head and quickly reminded himself:
"Can't think about it, can't think..."
Thinking too much will eventually lead to his death from rage.
Zhang Quan calmed his emotions and regained a bit of reason.
But with concerns in mind, he did not dare do anything else and just sat on the bed to meditate and regulate his breath.
Mo Hua watched a while longer, then shook his head.
Although Zhang Quan had a "Chart," it was not the "Formation Chart" he was looking for.
And most likely, the Ancestral Master Picture wasn't in Zhang Quan's hands.
If it really were, he would at least find a place to enshrine it, offering incense in his spare time, to show some filial piety.
Not like now, watching the undressed fighting pictures whenever he pleased.
Where exactly is the Ancestral Master Picture then?
In Lu Chengyun's hands?
Or is it still in Zhang Quan's possession, just that he enshrined it somewhere unknown to himself?
Suddenly, Mo Hua thought of the altar above the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses.
Something unknown was enshrined on it.
Covered with yellow cloth, its details obscured.
Could it be that Zhang Quan had placed the chart on that dazzlingly luxurious and extravagantly wasteful altar?
"I need to take a look..."
Mo Hua pondered.
Whether the Ancestral Master Picture was on that altar or not, he had to find a way to enter the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses when no one was around and take a closer look.
During the daytime, with Lu Chengyun watching, it was not convenient to make any small moves.
When there were no people around, it was easier to explore the truth and falsity.
Examine the formations, deduce the complete Formation Patterns of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, check the corners for any hidden objects, and see what exactly was enshrined on the altar...
"But how to get in?"
Mo Hua frowned slightly, and after pondering for a while, his eyes lit up.
The Spiritual Pivot Formation...