Asking About Longevity: Chapter 435 disappear
Chapter 435: Destroy
The matter of the mine was settled by Daotingsi.
Situ Fang is responsible for cleaning up the mines, handling the walking corpses, collecting the coffins, and conducting follow-up investigations.
Looking at the mess at the scene, Situ Fang was also secretly surprised.
So many zombies can be subdued, and they can all be beaten to the point of fleeing...
You must know that Zhang Quan is a foundation-building monk.
“What kind of person?” Situ Fang was slightly startled.
But before she could say anything, Mo Hua saw something was wrong and immediately called out "Sister Situ" sweetly, and then said sincerely:
It is said that Zhang Lan speaks openly and teaches bad children outside.
Mo Hua nodded, thinking about something in his mind.
After a cup of tea, Bai Zisheng drove Dabai and dragged a carriage over.
Situ Fang’s expression gradually became serious.
Zombie coffins, such filthy things, Dabai is reluctant to pull.
After speaking, he patted his chest again, looking like he was still frightened.
"Um."
Situ Fang hesitated and lowered his voice:
“I can’t say it’s bad, I’m just greedy for money, lustful, greedy for pleasure, and not interested in the affairs of the Daotingsi...”
Mo Hua was startled, "Is there nothing left?"
Situ Fang couldn't guess what kind of medicine was sold in Mo Hua Gourd, so he couldn't help but rub Mo Hua's hair and said angrily:
“Aren’t you afraid of zombies? Go back quickly.”
But Zhang Lan didn't let Mo Hua talk about this matter. In order to conceal it for Zhang Lan, Mo Hua could only nod his head and said:
“You didn’t teach me anything good!”
Mo Hua was a little more tactful, "Is he 'reciprocal with courtesy but unable to reject hospitality'?"
The head of Daotingsi...
Mr. Zhuang really knows.
The formations on the chests of these zombies are relatively intact.
This carriage is new and relatively simple. It is used by monks to transport goods and load storage boxes.
Mo Hua didn’t know what Situ Fang was thinking and asked again:
“Sister Situ, the head of Nanyue City, what kind of person is she?”
Mo Hua frowned, "What happened?"
Mo Hua clicked his tongue and said quietly:
“Is he corrupt?”
Situ Fang nodded, "Absolutely."
Despite this, he was still beaten to the point where all his cards were used and he ran away in confusion.
Seeing that she was no longer angry, Mo Hua immediately changed the subject and asked:
“Sister Situ, is this serious?”
The abilities of the young monks Mo Hua were much greater than she thought.
Mo Hua probably understood, "It's just incompetence."
Situ Fang couldn't say enough, "He can't teach you something good..."
It is the duty of a disciple to respect his teacher and his teachings.
Mo Hua nodded, then ran behind the big stone, unlocked the concealment formation, and revealed the two coffins hidden by the formation.
How many people will die and how many corpses will be refined?
Situ Fang felt faintly palpitating just thinking about it.
Unexpectedly, before the ink painting was ready, Situ Fang came to the door the next day, looking guilty, as if something had happened and it was difficult to talk about it.
Can such a serious matter be trivialized...
But Mo Hua was not in a hurry to study it. He wanted to make some preparations first and then strengthen the formation to avoid any omissions and allow zombies to escape, dirty the yard, and disturb Mr. Zhuang's purity.
The Daotingsi in Nanyue City is not just for wiping butts!
Mo Hua rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Nothing."
The mine repairman disappeared, the gangsters killed people, Zhang Quan bought the corpses, and now he is practicing evil and refining the corpses...
Situ Fang looked complicated and could not say anything.
Mo Hua waved, the carriage stopped, and Bai Zisheng asked:
“Hasn’t it been discovered?”
Before Mo Hua could speak, Mr. Zhuang waved his hand, "Research carefully and deal with it cleanly afterwards. Don't keep such filthy things for a long time."
Situ Fang felt a little sorry, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
Situ Fang looked at it, feeling a little dumbfounded.
This may be the largest case in Nanyue City in hundreds of years, or even in the past thousand years.
Situ Fang hesitated slightly, shook his head, and said with a complicated expression:
“So many zombies, it scares me.”
Mr. Zhuang must know what they did.
“Uncle Zhang…”
But if you know it, you know it. They must also share their duties and inform Mr. Zhuang first.
"It can't be said to be incompetent..." "Does that mean you only have the ability to amass money and enjoy yourself?"
Now the monks from Daotingsi are finishing the work.
How do you look like you are frightened?
Just now I was staring at the formation on the zombie, and my little face was more excited than anyone else.
Situ Fang was helpless. After thinking about it, he still thought it would be better to tell Mo Hua:
“The head of Nanyue City, whose surname is Qian…”
"money?"
Then she looked at the coffins and corpses all over the ground, and couldn't help but sigh:
“And it looks like it’s getting more and more serious...”
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“It’s all gone…”
Situ Fang shook his head, "I have no evidence, so I can't talk nonsense. But according to common sense, it is impossible for him to confiscate it."
Situ Fang gritted his teeth and said.
This matter must be concealed from others, neither Daotingsi nor other monks can know about it, so as to prevent interested people from guessing their intentions.
The ink painting is holding its little hands behind its back, wandering left and right, pointing to this and looking at that, just like a "little Diansi".
Mo Hua said goodbye to Situ Fang with a smile and left.
What about the entire iceberg?
“He is in charge…”
“Zombies, coffins, and all evidence at the scene are all gone…”
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, “Yes, Master!”
Shortly, Situ Fang felt helpless.
Although it may be unnecessary, if you do things more carefully, you will never go wrong.
The executive officer took a cursory look and let him go politely.
But Dabai was not happy.
“I feel like he doesn’t look like a good person, so he doesn’t use good words.”
“By the time I knew it, it was already too late... nothing was left.”
Mo Hua went to find Mr. Zhuang.
Situ Fang was a little curious, "Why do you ask this?"
Situ Fang’s voice was hoarse and she felt deep self-blame.
She also guessed that what she saw before her was probably just the tip of the iceberg.
Mo Hua’s eyes flashed slightly and he asked:
“Did the head of Nanyue City say anything about this matter?”
Situ Fang could only sigh helplessly.
There are several walking corpses hidden in each of these two coffins.
They are Daotingsi, but Mo Hua and the others are always one step ahead in tracking down Zhang Quan. They can only deal with the aftermath and tie things up.
Situ Fang kept it in mind silently and planned to go back and complain to several uncles from the Zhang family.
“You don’t even have a good word here…”
Mo Hua thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes!"
Situ Fang's eyes were slightly cold, "The boss... he burned all the zombies, burned all the coffins, and burned all the evidence on the grounds that the zombies were filthy and might cause them to transform and bring disaster to all directions..."
Ink Hua’s eyes moved slightly.
This is just the tip of the iceberg, so many people died and so many corpses were made.
After a while, the ink painting came over, and Situ Fang wanted to say a few words to him.
"Yeah." Situ Fang nodded, "My surname is also Qian, but I don't think I have any in-laws with the Qian family in Tongxian City."
Mo Hua was familiar with Nazhisi, so he said hello, gave him two spiritual stones, and asked him to drink with them.
The carriage entered the cave, and Mo Hua found a quiet, remote, and shady room. After drawing a formation of concealment, defense, and control around it, he placed the coffin in it.
So Bai Zisheng drove the car, while Mo Hua and Bai Zixi sat in the car, looking at the coffin.
“Thank you for your help, it’s been a big help!”
After Mo Hua left, he did not go back. Instead, he walked to the other end of the mine and sat on a big rock, not knowing what he was waiting for.
Hide the formation on the ink painting, and the coffin will disappear and will not be discovered by others.
The three of them secretly took away the coffin and zombies without telling others.
Mo Hua said doubtfully:
“Sister Situ, what happened?”
Now it seems that corpse cultivators who have entered the devil's path and made iron corpses are very harmful and quite difficult...
“The boss didn’t say anything. He probably wanted to calm down the matter. After all, if things get serious, he will have to bear the responsibility. The best way is to make big things smaller and make small things smaller..."
Situ Fang was stunned for a moment, "Who taught you these words?"
“Do you want to talk to Master?” Bai Zisheng asked quietly.
When he entered the city, he was interrogated by the bailiff.
The body technique of ink painting, the passing water step, was taught by Zhang Lan.
Situ Fang glared at Mo Hua slightly, "Don't say it so bluntly."
"That's it..." Mo Hua thought for a few words, "It's not insidious, it's cunning, it's greedy, it's not greedy, it's deep, it's not bad, it's not evil..."
Mo Hua thought for a while and then said: "In this case, your boss should have also received a lot of spiritual stones from the Lu family..."
Mo Hua coaxed him for a long time and gathered some spiritual grass to feed Dabai. For the sake of Mo Hua and the spiritual grass, he reluctantly agreed.
Ink paintings should be transported back and studied carefully.
"Uh-huh."
Bai Zisheng carried the coffin onto the carriage.
The good ones are also taught.
He patted Situ Fang on the shoulder, sighed like a young adult, and said consolingly:
“Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory, and some twists and turns are inevitable. People have to look forward. Those zombies will be gone if they are gone..."
I’m keeping them anyway.
(End of this chapter)