The Sword Bone remained silent for a moment, suddenly dazed, the bone with the ominous face faltered.
Mouse?
Who?
Me?
"No, I’m just a guide, it’s not related to me..."
It wanted to clarify.
But thinking of Mo Hua right by its side, this little ancestor hadn’t spoken, so naturally, it dared not speak out of turn.
Most importantly, it glanced at its tall body, with the sharp bone swords and the sinister demonic qi, then looked at the side, at the tiny childlike figure of Mo Hua.
It felt that its clarification seemed utterly unconvincing.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, Mo Hua looked like the "guide."
And itself, without even looking, appeared to be the "Hidden Hand."
The Sword Bone only felt that a massive black pot had directly landed on its head.
Sure enough, all the monster cultivators’ venomous gazes converged on it.
The Sword Bone’s vision blackened.
Of course, it’s a bone, its eye sockets are hollow, naturally black.
Jin Gui looked warily at the Sword Demon before him. Seeing it motionless and speechless for some reason, he was puzzled.
It was only then that he noticed Mo Hua standing beside the Sword Bone, "completely inconspicuous."
With just a glance, he overlooked him.
A Sword Demon and a little ghost, though this combination seemed somewhat odd, as long as he killed them, it didn’t matter.
But then he was stunned, turned back for another look, and was suddenly shocked, emotions a bit out of control, pointing at Mo Hua:
"You... do you have a brother?"
Mo Hua was also taken aback by his question.
Jin Gui spoke again with hatred: "Is your brother named ’Mo Hua’?"
Mo Hua: "..."
Jin Gui scrutinized Mo Hua again, looking at his appearance and demeanor. His eyes suddenly widened, "No, wait!"
"You... are Mo Hua!"
He finally recognized him.
But then, he frowned again, "You... how did you become small?"
Mo Hua’s gaze involuntarily became cold.
Jin Gui stared at Mo Hua for a while longer, his expression suddenly enlightened, murmuring:
"This is not the real world, entering here exists in the form of one’s own Divine Thought, that means..."
Jin Gui coldly laughed, "No matter how old you are, how your appearance changes, inside you’re still an innocent immature, never-growing little ghost!"
Mo Hua looked at Jin Gui, his gaze icy, as if looking at a dead person.
Yet Jin Gui remained blissfully unaware.
He was still immersed in his former "hatred."
He remembered clearly, at the time he led a group of junior disciples, hunting the Pig Monster.
By chance, this Pig Monster somehow fell into the hands of a few Taixu Gate disciples.
He merely took it back as a matter of course, but thus suffered an unspeakable humiliation.
This little ghost named "Mo Hua," with a few of his fellow disciples, plotted against him.
Afterward, they even stripped him of his clothes, hung him on a tree, drew a tortoise on him, causing him great disgrace.
"Mo Hua..."
This little ghost, even if he turned to ash, he couldn’t forget.
Without cutting him into a thousand pieces, he couldn’t quench the hatred in his heart!
"Alright, alright!" Jin Gui’s expression distorted, grinning fiercely, "It’s been hard to find him, but he came effortlessly!"
"I was long thinking of stealthily killing this little ghost to wipe out past shame, but I hadn’t got the opportunity."
"Today, you actually came to me yourself! So don’t blame me for slicing you one cut at a time, swallowing your Divine Thought alive!"
Mo Hua’s expression remained calm, devoid of joy or anger, he didn’t even regard Jin Gui.
Jin Gui instead thought Mo Hua was afraid, let out a cold smile, waved his hand, and commanded:
"Attack!"
The group of monster cultivators beside him put down the coffins and charged toward Mo Hua.