Murals

Mo Hua eavesdropped on Jin Gui and the demon cultivators' conversation again.

Everything was more or less as he had expected.

The Evil Artifact Room had been blown apart and lay in utter ruin.

The old demon cultivator who had forged the evil swords had gone mad. A trace of his flesh and blood remained at the scene, along with two demon cultivator corpses.

Those two demon cultivators had died miserable deaths. Their bodies bore wounds from the slashing of jointed limbs; they had clearly been strangled to death by a Centipede Demon cultivator.

It was obvious that they had fought a desperate battle before dying.

The old demon cultivator had done it.

Besides that, the artifact-refining Bone Furnace, Blood Pool, evil swords, array techniques—everything had been destroyed. Filthy blood had been splashed over it all, leaving no one able to tell what had been compromised and what had not.

Jin Gui was furious, but he could only let the matter die down.

He was the steward. If something went wrong under his watch, the Leader or the Young Master would only question his ability to handle matters.

Therefore, it was best to turn this major matter into a minor one, then let the minor matter vanish.

He did not really dare make a big fuss of it.

And Ouyang Mu was only at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage and dull by nature. Even if he had survived by chance, he would not arouse suspicion.

Jin Gui was also relieved that Ouyang Mu had not died in the collapse of the Evil Artifact Room. Otherwise, he would have been in serious trouble.

Thus, Xiao Mutou was safe for the time being.

As for Linghu Xiao and Song Jian, their situation was still all right as well.

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