Forced robbery is not possible.

He can't beat Lu Chengyun.

I guess I can't steal... I guess I can't.

Lu Chengyun is not a fool or a wood.

You can hide your own hidden skills from him, but stealing things from close range makes you feel a little disgusted with him.

"What should I do?"

After thinking about it, Mo Hua never thought of a good idea, so he had no choice but to give up.

Suddenly, the ink painting flashed again.

You can't rob, you can't steal... but you can "steal" eat!

This picture is placed in Lu Chengyun's hands, and he won't be able to come back for the time being, but it should be fine to collect interest, catch a few zombies, and fight a tooth sacrifice.

Mo Hua secretly poked his little head out again.

The other location was blocked by Lu Chengyun, and he could not see the full picture of the visualization picture, but could only see a part.

But Ink Painting is very familiar with this picture.

Only this part can he roughly infer the scene in the picture.

The shelf is solemn and solemn.

The ancestor Lun preached with the sacred spirit and was full of immortality.

The disciples passed on their mouths by word of mouth.

Lu Chengyun looked focused, as if he had realized the mystery from this Lunyin, felt the great way, and invisibly, he understood the spirit and enhanced his spiritual consciousness.

But I can understand the ink painting.

This is not a "Lunyin", but some fake bullshits.

I often say "Tao", "Fate", "True"...

It seems mysterious, but in fact it is empty and nothing, nothing is.

Lu Chengyun was just intoxicated by himself.

However, Mo Hua was too lazy to care about him. The more Lu Chengyun was addicted to it, the better. It would be better to be brainwashed by the zombie ancestor of the Zhang family, and it would be better not to come out in your entire life.

Ink painting is doing his own thing.

His eyes quickly flicked over the visualization chart, picking the weight and finally selected an elder of the Zhang family.

This elder, sitting in the corner, the ancestor of the Zhang family preached, and other "people" were talking to each other, but he was a little absent-minded and just muttered something vaguely and fooled things.

Even without it, it will not attract "people" attention.

"It's you!"

The ink painting looked at it with bright eyes.

The elder was mindful of the scriptures, and suddenly became stunned, as if he was aware of something. He slowly turned his head and saw the ink painting in his muddy eyes.

If it is not as expected from ink painting, changes gradually arise.

Under the gaze of Mo Hua, the elder gradually revealed his true form.

Mo Hua's eyes were clear and bright, like sunlight, burning the elder's face, causing its skin to fade away, revealing the true appearance of a zombie.

The zombie elder was both angry and happy.

What is angry is that there is a little ghost who is ignorant of politeness and dares to peek at his true face.

What I am happy about is that this little ghost has a deep sense of spirit and must be extremely delicious!

A childish qi refiner, isn't it still slaughtered?

The zombie elder showed covetous face and was hungry. He immediately jumped out of the picture and jumped into the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting.

It was overjoyed and thought that there would be a feast of spiritual consciousness in front of it.

But I don't know that what it leaps to is the abyss that will never be restored...

I originally said that I would update this month, but my condition is not very good. I am a little tired. I can't write too much, and I'm still slower and slower...

I will try my best to adjust. This month is almost over, so I can try to add one or two chapters.

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Chapter completed!