Zhang Quan had likely realized he was being watched, so to be safe, he did not dare enter the Walking Corpse Stronghold rashly, afraid of leading a wolf into his house.
He dared even less to "deliver corpses" carelessly, afraid of leaking secrets.
But he did not know that the "wolf" was already inside the house, watching him from atop his roof.
Mo Hua lay sprawled across a roof beam. After frowning in thought for a moment, he decided to give Zhang Quan one more chance.
If Zhang Quan delivered corpses during this time, he could live a little longer.
Otherwise, Mo Hua would strike immediately.
He would report it to the Dao Court Office, gather men, raze the Walking Corpse Stronghold, capture Zhang Quan, send him to the Dao Prison, interrogate and torture him mercilessly, then butcher him to give an account to the Mine Cultivators who had died by his hand, as well as the female cultivators of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion!
Mo Hua thought viciously to himself.
Zhang Quan was talking with the Corpse Cultivator when he suddenly felt a chill run down his back.
He looked around, but there was nothing there. He could not help frowning.
"Chief, what's wrong?" the Corpse Cultivator asked.
Zhang Quan was slightly distracted. He shook his head. "Nothing..."
Yet he remained deeply wary.
It was as if a powerful Divine Consciousness were watching him with icy coldness.
"Just an illusion..."
Perhaps he had spent these past days hiding here and there, forever on edge, and had grown so jumpy that every rustle of wind sounded like cranes crying.
Zhang Quan comforted himself.
Seeing Zhang Quan's expression, Mo Hua also felt somewhat puzzled.
He had merely thought about killing Zhang Quan in his heart, yet Zhang Quan had actually reacted?
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