Chapter 435

The matter of the mine mountain was wrapped up by the Daoist Court.

Cleaning up the mine mountain, dealing with the walking corpses, seizing the coffins, and subsequent investigations were all handled by Situ Fang.

Looking at the mess at the scene, Situ Fang was also secretly shocked.

To be able to subdue so many zombies and even beat Zhang Quan into a panicked flight...

You have to know, Zhang Quan is a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Now it seems that a corpse cultivator who has fallen into the demonic path and refined an Iron Corpse is very dangerous and quite troublesome...

Even so, he was still beaten until he had to play all his trump cards and flee in a sorry state.

The capabilities of these few little cultivators like Mo Hua were much greater than she had imagined.

Immediately, Situ Fang felt a bit helpless.

They were the Daoist Court, but Mo Hua and the others were always one step ahead in investigating Zhang Quan, and they could only clean up the mess and wrap things up.

Now the cultivators of the Daoist Court were wrapping things up.

Mo Hua, with his hands behind his back, wandered left and right, pointing at this and looking at that, looking exactly like a "little Dean."

Situ Fang watched, truly unable to laugh or cry.

After a while, Mo Hua wandered over, and Situ Fang wanted to say a few words to him.

The Daoist Court of Nanyue City is not specifically for cleaning up messes!

But before she could say it, Mo Hua saw the situation wasn't right and immediately shouted sweetly, "Sister Situ," and then said with a sincere face:

"Fortunately, you were here; you helped a lot!"

After finishing, he patted his small chest, looking like he still had lingering fears.

"So many zombies, it scared me to death."

Situ Fang's expression was complex; she couldn't say anything.

Where do you look like you were scared to death?

Just now, you were staring at the formation on the zombie, and your little face was more excited than anyone else's.

Situ Fang could only sigh helplessly again.

Seeing that she wasn't angry anymore, Mo Hua immediately changed the subject and asked:

"Sister Situ, is this matter quite serious?"

Situ Fang was slightly stunned, her expression gradually becoming solemn, and she nodded:

"Very serious."

Then she looked at the coffins and walking corpses all over the ground and couldn't help but sigh:

"And looking at it, it's getting more and more serious..."

Miners going missing, thugs killing people, Zhang Quan buying corpses, and now even committing demonic acts and refining corpses on a large scale...

Situ Fang's expression gradually became solemn.

She also guessed that what was in front of her was likely just the tip of the iceberg.

Just the tip of the iceberg, and so many people had died and so many corpses had been refined.

Then what about the whole iceberg?

How many more people would have to die, and how many more corpses would have to be refined?

Just thinking about it made Situ Fang feel a faint palpitation.

This might be the biggest case in Nanyue City in hundreds, or even nearly a thousand years.

Mo Hua's gaze flickered slightly, and he asked:

"Regarding this matter, did the Dean of Nanyue City say anything?"

Situ Fang paused slightly, shook her head, and said with a complex expression:

"The Dean didn't say anything; he probably wants to hush things up. After all, once the matter blows up, he will have to take responsibility. The best way is to turn big things into small ones and small things into nothing..."

Can such a serious matter be turned into nothing...

Mo Hua "tsked" and said quietly:

"Is he corrupt..."

Situ Fang glared at Mo Hua slightly, "Don't be so blunt."

Mo Hua then became a bit more tactful, "Is he 'exchanging gifts and unable to refuse the kindness'?"

Situ Fang was stunned for a moment, "Who taught you these words?"

"Uncle Zhang..."

Situ Fang was speechless, "Can't he teach you something good..."

He taught good things too.

Mo Hua's movement technique, the Passing Water Steps, was taught by Zhang Lan.

But Zhang Lan didn't let Mo Hua say this, so Mo Hua, in order to cover for Zhang Lan, could only nod and say:

"He didn't teach me anything good!"

Situ Fang silently recorded this in her heart, intending to go back and complain to the uncles of the Zhang family.

Saying that Zhang Lan speaks without thinking and teaches children bad things outside.

Mo Hua didn't know Situ Fang's thoughts and asked again:

"Sister Situ, what kind of person is the Dean of Nanyue City?"

"What kind of person?" Situ Fang was slightly stunned.

"Just... is he sinister, is he cunning, is he greedy, is he deep, is he bad..."

"You don't have a single good word here..."

"I feel like he's not a good person, so I didn't use good words."

Situ Fang was helpless; after thinking about it, she still felt it was better to tell Mo Hua:

"The Dean of Nanyue City is surnamed Elder Qian..."

"Elder Qian?"

"Hmm." Situ Fang nodded, "It just so happens he is also surnamed Elder Qian, but he shouldn't have any marriage ties with the Elder Qian family of your Tongxian City."

"The Dean, he..."

Situ Fang hesitated for a moment, lowered her voice and said:

"I can't say he's bad, he's just greedy for money, and lecherous, greedy for pleasure, and doesn't pay attention to the affairs of the Daoist Court..."

Mo Hua roughly understood, "So he's just incompetent."

"I can't say he's incompetent..."

"Then he only has the ability to accumulate wealth and enjoy pleasure?"

Situ Fang nodded, "Pretty much."

Mo Hua thought for a while and said: "In that case, your Dean must have also received quite a few spirit stones from the Lu family..."

Situ Fang shook her head, "I don't have evidence, I can't talk nonsense. But according to common sense, it's impossible for him not to have received them."

Mo Hua nodded, pondering something in his heart.

Situ Fang was a bit curious, "Why are you asking this?"

Mo Hua's eyes turned, and he smiled, "Nothing."

Situ Fang couldn't guess what medicine Mo Hua was selling in his gourd, couldn't help but rub Mo Hua's hair, and said angrily:

"Aren't you afraid of zombies? Hurry back."

"Hmm, hmm."

Mo Hua smiled and said goodbye to Situ Fang, then left.

After Mo Hua left, he didn't go back, but walked to the other end of the mine mountain, sat on a large rock, not knowing what he was waiting for.

After a cup of tea's time, Bai Bai Zisheng drove Dabai, dragging a carriage over.

This carriage was new and relatively simple; it was for cultivators to transport goods and load storage boxes.

Mo Hua waved his hand, the carriage stopped, and Bai Bai Zisheng asked:

"Weren't you discovered?"

"Hmm."

Mo Hua nodded, then ran behind the large rock, untied the concealment formation, and revealed the two coffins hidden by the formation.

In these two coffins, there were a few walking corpses Mo Hua had stolen.

These walking corpses had relatively intact formations on their chests.

Mo Hua wanted to transport them back to study them properly.

This matter had to be kept from prying eyes; it couldn't be known by the Daoist Court, nor could it be known by other cultivators, to prevent interested parties from guessing their intentions.

Although it might be unnecessary, being cautious and thorough in doing things would never go wrong.

Bai Bai Zisheng lifted the coffins onto the carriage.

Mo Hua drew a concealment formation, and the coffins disappeared, and wouldn't be discovered by others.

But Dabai wasn't happy.

Zombie coffins, such filthy things, Dabai was very reluctant to pull.

Mo Hua coaxed it for a long time and plucked some spirit grass to feed Dabai; it looked at Mo Hua and the spirit grass's face, and only then reluctantly agreed.

So Bai Bai Zisheng drove the carriage, and Mo Hua and Bai Bai Zixi sat in the carriage, watching the coffins.

The three of them hid it from others and secretly dragged the coffins and zombies away.

When entering the city, they were inspected by the Dean.

Mo Hua was familiar with that Dean, greeted him, and stuffed two spirit stones into his hand, telling him to go drink.

That Dean took a sloppy look and then let them pass politely.

The carriage entered the cave dwelling, and Mo Hua found a quiet, remote, and cool room, drew concealment, defense, and control formations all around, and only then placed the coffins inside.

"Should we tell Master?" Bai Bai Zisheng asked quietly.

Mo Hua thought for a while and nodded: "We should!"

Master Zhuang definitely knew about what they were doing.

But knowing was one thing; they also had to properly inform Master Zhuang.

Respecting the teacher and valuing the Dao is a disciple's duty.

Mo Hua went to find Master Zhuang.

Before Mo Hua could speak, Master Zhuang waved his hand, "Study it well, handle it cleanly afterward; don't keep such filthy things for long."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Yes, Master!"

Master Zhuang really knew.

But Mo Hua wasn't in a hurry to study it; he had to make some preparations first, reinforce the formations, to avoid any omissions, letting the zombies run out, dirtying the courtyard, and disturbing Master Zhuang's peace.

Who knew that before Mo Hua was ready, Situ Fang came to the door the next day, looking guilty, as if there was something difficult to say.

Mo Hua was puzzled:

"Sister Situ, what happened?"

Situ Fang felt bad and hesitated for a moment before saying:

"They're all gone..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "What's all gone?"

"The zombies, the coffins, and all the evidence at the scene, they're all gone..."

Situ Fang gritted her teeth.

Mo Hua frowned, "What happened?"

Situ Fang's gaze turned cold, "The Dean... he used the excuse that the zombies were filthy and could cause a corpse transformation, bringing disaster to all sides, and burned all the zombies, destroyed all the coffins, and burned all the evidence to ashes..."

"By the time I knew, it was already too late... nothing was left."

Situ Fang's voice was hoarse, filled with deep self-reproach.

Mo Hua's gaze flickered slightly.

The Dean of the Daoist Court, huh...

He patted Situ Fang's shoulder, sighed like a little adult, and comforted her earnestly:

"Life is rarely satisfactory in eight or nine out of ten cases; some setbacks are inevitable. One must look forward; if the zombies are gone, then let them be..."

Anyway, I still have some.

(End of chapter)