Mo Hua accepted this fact with some resignation and a trace of relief.
He skimmed over these books for an overview and no longer forced himself to study further. Instead, he wrote down some of his questions, preparing to "consult" a Corpse cultivator.
This Corpse cultivator needed to be honest, obedient, and somewhat dim-witted.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be easy to get information out of him.
Mo Hua "scouted" among the Corpse cultivators in the Corpse Mine for several days and suddenly recognized a familiar face.
A young member of the Lu Family with a somewhat harsh face, Lu Ming.
Mo Hua's expression shifted slightly.
Lu Ming…
He was the one who, when the disappearance of the five Mining Cultivators was first investigated, accompanied Mo Hua to the Lu Family Mine to show the way, encountered horrific corpses, vomited until he was dizzy, and under Mo Hua's "intimidation", divulged some of the Lu Family's secrets—that Lu Family Cultivator—Lu Ming.
Lu Ming had lost the arrogant demeanor he once had.
His complexion, like other Corpse cultivators', was pale as paper, his expression lifeless and hollow with not a hint of vitality. He didn't talk much, blindly following orders given by others and acting like a living Walking Corpse.
Mo Hua observed Lu Ming for a few days.
It seemed he'd only recently arrived and was a newcomer here, one of the lower-level Corpse cultivators.
He spent his days learning to Refine Corpses and performing menial tasks, obeying orders from others.
At night, he would "lie down like a corpse" on his bed, his expression dull, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Lu Ming was still quite approachable for questioning.
Mo Hua had asked him several questions before.
After nightfall, Mo Hua stealthily left his room and went to Lu Ming's stone chamber, silently watching him.
The stone chamber was quiet, with no one else around.
Lu Ming lay on the bed with a numb expression that suddenly twisted into one of pain. He clasped his head with both hands, coiled up on the bed, and muttered to himself:
"...Why am I so unlucky?"
"To think it's Corpse Refinement… I'm done for..."
"I'll never get married in this lifetime..."
…
After wallowing in misery for a while, he then fiercely pounded the wall, complaining:
"It's all because of that brat!"
"All his fault!"
"His fault..."
"What are you blaming me for?" Mo Hua asked aloud.
In the silent stone chamber, a voice suddenly emerged, eerie and childlike.
Lu Ming was scared out of his wits.
He flurried about in a panic and sat up, only to see on the chair by the wall, a small figure gradually becoming visible.
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