Mr. Hui's heart felt tight.

He had already realized that he was in a tiger's den.

This group of black-robed monks are genuine demon cultivators, and they are incredibly powerful and can even cultivate evil dragons.

Anyone who has anything to do with dragons is great.

Mr. Hui doesn’t want to wade into this muddy water anymore.

If you can get out at this moment, with the mouse's storage bag in your arms, and catch a young "genius formation master", go back and raise him, and work for yourself, it won't be a loss no matter how you think about it.

But it was obvious that the old man in black robe did not intend to let him go.

This group of people are so ruthless in their cultivation methods that they can kill even flesh and blood corpses, let alone themselves.

Second Master Hui had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Then...it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

The old man in black robe waved to the ink painting in the distance again.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, but still ran over.

The old man in black robe said: "Little brother, you can also pick a portion of the things in the coffin later."

"Really?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.

"Of course." The old man in black robe nodded, "You also contributed to this tomb robbery, so naturally you should also get a share of the treasure."

"Thank you, senior." On the surface, Mo Hua was flattered, but in his heart he murmured:

This old man, why do you want to share things with yourself?

What was his plan?

Of course, Mo Hua also had some expectations in his heart as to what kind of treasures would be buried in such a large brass coffin.

Afterwards, everyone worked together to clean the bronze coffin, burned the flesh and blood of the zombies, and then began to search the coffin.

But after cleaning up the stumps and burning the carrion, the bottom of the huge coffin was empty, with nothing at all.

There is no owner of the tomb and no grave goods.

There was no trace of the "evil fetus" that Mo Hua was looking for.

It seems that the entire copper coffin contains these dead bodies.

When Mr. Hui saw this, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression changed.

The old men in black robes also fell silent.

The black-robed young man frowned and thought for a moment, then looked up at the old man and said in a cold voice: "Second Elder, this is different from what you said before."

"Mr. Xuan, please be patient and don't be impatient."

The old man in black robe had a hoarse voice, but looking at his expression, there was also a bit of confusion.

It seems that they didn't find what they were looking for during this trip.

And the situation in front of them was beyond their expectation.

Mo Hua lowered his head, showing no expression on the surface, but his thoughts kept stirring.

He probably figured it out.

Among these four black-robed monks, the big demon cultivator with the dragon mark is the leader of the Demon Sect.

The other person who looks like a bear is the "Elder Bear" of the Demon Sect.

He was also the "fish that slipped through the net" when Daotingsi and Taixu Sect teamed up to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect last time.

At the same time, according to Elder Xun Ziyou, this "Elder Xiong" happened to be one of the three demon cultivator elders in the Demon Hunting Mountain and Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

When Mo Hua entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he sneaked in while the three demon cultivator elders were out, so he did not directly meet the three demon cultivator elders.

Elder Xun Ziyou also said before that one of the three demon cultivator elders died in Demon Refining Mountain, but he did not know how.

There were thick and long claw marks on his chest, as if he had been disemboweled and killed. The storage bag was gone, and the skin with demonic patterns had been cut off. It was impossible to tell what kind of demonic cultivator it was.

The other one is the snake demon elder.

When Yanluoshan was encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect, he was beheaded by Elder Xun Ziyou.

The last one is the big bear in front of me.

He is also the only surviving Jindan demon cultivator in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

As for the old man in black robe, he was called the "Second Elder"...

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that he should be the "Second Elder" of the Demon Sect, the one with the most seniority and status second only to the leader of the Demon Sect.

But aren't these two elders dead?

Is it a fake death? Or has the golden cicada escaped from its shell?

Mo Hua frowned, a little confused.

When he made his predictions before, his calculations were mostly correct. In a sense, these three people all have some connection with him.

The only exception is this young man.

The second elder called him "Mr. Xuan."

Judging from Mo Hua's grasp of the Demon Sect through the Thunder Magnetic Formation, there is no such person as "Mr. Xuan" within the Demon Sect.

And Mo Hua was sure that he had never seen him before.

So who is he? What connection can he have with me?

The strangest thing is, why did these golden elixirs from the Demon Sect go to Gushan to dig this tomb?

What exactly is their purpose?

Why was this tomb built?

Why was it built in the Shen family's mine?

Why are there so many corpses in the brass coffins of the Ming Dynasty? Where did these corpses come from?

Mine... Shen family... Dao evil...

Mo Hua was full of doubts, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Did we find the wrong place?" The black-robed young man called "Mr. Xuan" frowned and said, "The Shen family's mine is so big, the tomb we are looking for may not be built here."

"Otherwise, there would be nothing in this bright brass coffin..."

"The Shen family also built other tombs? Is this tomb used to hide from others?"

Mr. Hui's eyes flashed and he remained silent.

At this moment, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Where is Shen Qingsheng?"

"Chen Qingsheng?"

"That's the young master of the Shen family who was arrested together." Mo Hua said, "Where are the others?"

"This..." Second Master Hui and the others looked at each other in confusion for a moment.

"It seems...lost?"

"When did you lose it?"

"It seems..." Shitou recalled, "when we were on the fork in the road."

Shen Qingsheng was held captive by a rat.

For the first time, everyone was attacked by groups of zombies. After they got separated, the rats only focused on grabbing the ink paintings, and naturally lost Shen Qingsheng.

And this Shen Qingsheng was dispensable. No one cared whether he was alive or dead, and he was forgotten for a while.

Now I robbed the tomb and stole an empty coffin.

Mo Hua thought of the Shen family, and then incidentally, he also remembered Shen Qingsheng.

"The young master of the Shen family..." The old man in black robe frowned and said slowly: "Find him and ask something."

Mr. Hui nodded.

So the group returned the same way.

But everyone knew in their hearts that with the corpses in the crossroads and so many changes happening in the underground palace, it was hard to say whether they could find Shen Qingsheng.

Even if he is found, it is still unknown whether he is dead or alive.

But you still have to look for it.

Because when we returned to the fork in the road, there were dense formations inside and the tunnels were complicated. Naturally, it was left to Mo Hua to guide the way.

Mo Hua held the compass in one hand and secretly touched the copper coins in the other hand, calculating Shen Qingsheng's qi. He found that Shen Qingsheng's cause and effect were clear, and it seemed that he was really not dead. He couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Good people don't live long, and evil people live for thousands of years. It's really not something you say casually.

The ink painting follows the Qi movement and leads the way.
To be continued...