Mo Hua was acquainted with that Enforcement Leader, greeted him, and then handed him two Spirit Stones to get himself a drink.
The Enforcement Leader glanced carelessly and then politely let them through.
Once the horse cart entered the dwelling, Mo Hua found a quiet, secluded, and cool side room. After drawing Concealment, Defence, and Control Formations around it, he finally placed the coffins inside.
"Should we tell Master?" Bai Zisheng quietly asked.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and nodded, "We should!"
Mr. Zhuang was sure to know about their actions.
But knowing was one thing; they also had to dutifully inform Mr. Zhuang.
Respecting the master and valuing the way was the disciples’ duty.
Mo Hua went to find Mr. Zhuang.
Before Mo Hua could speak, Mr. Zhuang waved his hand, "Study it carefully, and make sure to handle the aftermath cleanly. Such defiled objects should not be kept for long."
Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, "Yes, Master!"
Mr. Zhuang indeed knew.
But Mo Hua didn’t rush to start his research; he wanted to make some preparations first, reinforce the formations further, to prevent any mistakes that might let the zombies escape, dirty the courtyard, and disturb Mr. Zhuang’s peace.
Little did he know, before Mo Hua could get ready, Situ Fang came to him the next day, appearing guilt-stricken, as if she had something difficult to say.
Mo Hua asked puzzled,
"Sister Situ, what’s happened?"
Situ Fang looked somewhat remorseful, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally said,
"They’re all gone..."
Mo Hua was surprised, "What’s all gone?"
"The zombies, the coffins, and all the evidence at the scene... Everything’s gone..."
Situ Fang said through gritted teeth.
Mo Hua frowned, "What happened?"
Situ Fang’s eyes held a cold spark, "The Court Leader... he claimed that the zombies were filthy and feared they might cause a corpse calamity, bringing disaster to all sides. Thus, he burned all the zombies, the coffins were all destroyed, and all evidence was reduced to ashes..."
"By the time I found out, it was too late... Nothing was left."
Situ Fang’s voice was hoarse, filled with deep self-reproach.
Mo Hua’s gaze flickered.
The Court Leader of the Taoist Court, huh...
He patted Situ Fang’s shoulder, sighed like an old soul, and comforted her earnestly,
"Life hardly ever goes as we wish, and some ups and downs are inevitable. We need to look ahead. Those zombies and such, if they’re gone, then they’re gone..."
After all, I have them all.