Elder Tian's corpse...
Generally speaking, Elder Tian's corpse should have been buried by his son, Tian Jizhi. But clearly, Elder Tian had not trusted his son either.
His son, from beginning to end, had merely been a "smokescreen."
This Elder Tian looked like a good man, but his mind was truly quite cunning...
And methods like "Earth Ghosts Pulling a Coffin" were not part of an orthodox cultivator's inheritance, were they...
How had Elder Tian known such a Dao Method?
Mo Hua frowned, pondering inwardly:
There had been seven funeral carriages in total tonight. In the most extreme case, all seven carriages could have been smokescreens.
But that possibility should have been rather low...
Mo Hua guessed that among those seven carriages, at least one had to be the carriage truly pulling the coffin for the funeral.
Elder Tian's corpse was hidden within it.
Which one would it be?
Mo Hua frowned, unable to judge.
Under these circumstances, aside from Tian Jizhi's carriage, any of the other six was possible.
But guessing alone was useless, because every sign might be real, or it might be a false front Elder Tian had created.
Should he calculate it?
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, but ultimately suppressed the impulse once more.
Only one Straw Dog remained. And that terrifying Rotten Eye was somewhere in Kun Province, lurking in the dark. He had to be more conservative.
"Elder Tian's schemes ran too deep... I can't guess it, and calculation won't work either..."
Mo Hua's brows knit tightly. After thinking for a long while, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
People did not know, but ghosts did.
The living and the dead were worlds apart. Some matters might be secrets to people, but not to "ghosts."
Especially those little ghosts pulling Elder Tian's coffin—they