Before Mo Hua could decide, there was a commotion outside, and someone anxiously shouted:
"Householder!"
Zhang Quan was somewhat impatient.
The person outside then said loudly, "Householder, something big has happened!"
Zhang Quan was performing the ritual on the bell and cursed under his breath, instructing a nearby corpse cultivator:
"Go see what's happened."
The corpse cultivator followed the order and went out, returning with a look of panic:
"Householder, it's terrible!"
Zhang Quan frowned, "What's wrong?"
The corpse cultivator said tremulously, "The formations... they're all broken!"
Zhang Quan's eyes bulged, "What the hell do you mean they're all broken??"
"It's just... they're all broken, and not a single one can be used..."
Zhang Quan felt his blood rise and a piercing pain.
He said in disbelief:
"How can not a single one be operable?"
"It seems... someone has sabotaged them..."
A chill settled in Zhang Quan's heart.
He had originally thought that with the formations, the Corpse Walking Stronghold would be easy to defend and hard to attack, strong enough to keep enemies at bay.
After completing the bell ritual and reviving the Iron Corpse, he thought he could go out and slaughter his enemies.
At worst, relying on the formations, it should be no problem to defend the stronghold.
But he never imagined that the formations he had put so much effort into were all destroyed?
Without the formations, the Corpse Walking Stronghold would be without its external barriers.
It would be much easier for others to attack and break in.
But how could this be possible?
Zhang Quan suppressed the shock and anger in his heart and said, "I'll go take a look."
But after he took a few steps, he furrowed his brows again.
The bell altar ritual still needed some time to complete.
This altar needed supervision, but he did not trust anyone else to guard it.
Those who refine corpses are cold-hearted.
Not just him, all corpse cultivators are.
He couldn't trust anyone inside this stronghold.
Zhang Quan's gaze swept around the room and looked over the few corpse cultivators present, one by one.
The other corpse cultivators, when they met his gaze, silently lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
Zhang Quan snorted coldly and said slowly:
"You all follow me; let's go out and have a look."
One corpse cultivator's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in a low voice:
"Householder, shouldn't someone stay to guard the altar..."
Zhang Quan's gaze turned cold, "Do you want to stay behind?"
The corpse cultivator immediately said in fright, "I dare not."
Zhang Quan let out a sneer, "All of you go out. I'll close the door and seal the formation. Not even a mosquito will get in, so don't worry."
"Yes."
The corpse cultivator bowed and agreed with a somewhat disappointed look.
Several corpse cultivators took the body of the robber and left the secret room.
Zhang Quan was the last one to leave.
When he left, he sealed the screen.
He performed a gesture and chanted a spell, and the brushed ink on the screen shifted and then transformed back into a dry ink landscape painting.
Zhang Quan still felt uneasy. He checked the area several times before he was reassured and cautiously left the room.
Before he left, he also locked the main door.
Mo Hua remained motionless on the roof beam.
Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Quan came back.