The four black-robed cultivators arriving, are they a young lord with three guards?
Or are they elders from the family, bringing disciples for training?
Mo Hua was pondering this as the group had already approached.
Mr. Hui led the way in the front and politely said: "Rest assured, dear guests, everything is prepared properly, just waiting for Mr. Pi to break open the tomb entrance..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Hui froze.
The tomb entrance was tightly shut, the front was empty except for Mo Hua in shackles and Shen Qingsheng bound in chains; Mr. Pi was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Mr. Pi?" Mr. Hui glanced around, asking Mo Hua.
Mo Hua whispered: "Seems... dead."
Mr. Hui opened his mouth, his mind momentarily blank.
Why did he die?
In good spirits, only a moment’s turn, having just brought the guests over, Mr. Pi died without a sound?
For a moment, he didn’t know how to face this abstract fact.
Mr. Hui frowned and asked Mo Hua: "How did Mr. Pi die? Where did he die?"
Mo Hua pointed towards the adjacent corridor.
The crowd looked in that direction, only then spotting a stone roller in the darkness at the corridor’s end.
Mr. Pi had already been ground into pulp, his blood nearly congealed...
"Mr. Pi was deciphering the formation when a strange noise came from the corridor’s end, and then he seemed possessed, willingly walked into the corridor, activated the mechanism, and ended up like this..."
Mo Hua said with a sentimental face about the lie he just fabricated.
The crowd found it hard to believe.
Mr. Pi’s three companions were especially skeptical.
"Mr. Pi, such a character, could not have died so simply..."
"Go examine the corpse, see exactly how Mr. Pi died, there must be clues on him."
"That’s a tomb mechanism, do you want to die like Mr. Pi?"
"I am a Golden Core."
"What of a Golden Core? Things in the tomb are not that simple..."
During their dispute, the tomb robber named "Rat" suddenly said: "No," pointing at Mo Hua, "this kid, definitely didn’t tell the truth. Supposedly, Mr. Pi was killed by him."
Mo Hua silently raised his shackled arm, indicating how could he kill anyone with shackles?
Rat squinted his eyes.
Mr. Hui also said in a deep tone:
"With Mr. Pi’s skills, you and I both know clearly, how could he be killed by a mere boy?"
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.
"However..."
Mr. Hui turned to look at Mo Hua, suspecting he didn’t speak truthfully either. He pondered for a moment, then looked towards Shen Qingsheng, gripping his neck and asked him in a deep voice:
"You tell me, how did Mr. Pi die?"
"I..." Shen Qingsheng stammered.
Mo Hua subtly glanced at Shen Qingsheng.
Shen Qingsheng immediately trembled, frightened said: "I... I don’t know, I fainted, I saw nothing..."
By now, Shen Qingsheng understood.
This tomb, filled with evil men.
Mo Hua looks innocent, but is cruel and treacherous, no less than these Golden Core bandits, if he could kill Mr. Pi, he could kill him too.
At this juncture, only by insisting on knowing nothing could he find a way to live.
And he still had use, Mr. Hui temporarily couldn’t really kill him.
"Damn..."
Seeing Shen Qingsheng cowering, Mr. Hui cursed, feeling frustrated.
He never expected such a bad start; a key person died before even entering the tomb, and it was Mr. Pi who died.
Rat approached Mr. Hui, looking at Mo Hua said:
"Second Master, I still think, this kid is not honest, should we apply some torture to make him tell the truth?"
Mr. Hui’s expression shifted.
Mo Hua mentally noted down this meddlesome "Rat".
Just you, the short pesky one.
Seeing Mr. Hui with some intention, seemingly wanting to torture, Mo Hua said: "You can’t torture me!"
"Why not?" Mr. Hui raised his eyebrows, asking.
Mo Hua retorted: "Do you have a Formation Master?"
Mr. Hui frowned, "What do you mean?"
Mo Hua said: "Mr. Pi was the only Formation Master, he’s dead, you have no one else who knows formations, without formations, how will you open the tomb entrance, after entering the tomb, encountering other formation killing traps, what will you do?"
Mr. Hui was stumped, looking at Mo Hua, then said: "Mr. Pi’s formation isn’t any ordinary formation, don’t tell me, at such a young age, you know it too?"
"I know a bit." Mo Hua said.
"Nonsense," Rat sneered, "that’s Mr. Hu’s exclusive formation, how could you know it?"
"You said it’s ’exclusive’ formation, not ’unique’. Formations are vast and profound, originated from complex sources, his formation isn’t the only one." Mo Hua argued confidently.
Mr. Hui and others fell silent.
The formation area has always been Mr. Pi’s responsibility, they indeed didn’t understand much.
Mr. Pi treated his legacy as treasures, never sharing any formation matters with them.
Currently, Mo Hua was the only one left knowing formations.
But Mo Hua is an outsider, and seemed too inexperienced...
Mr. Hui hesitated.
At this moment, among the black-robed cultivators, the handsome young gentleman spoke: "Can you still open this tomb entrance?"
His cold words revealed some dissatisfaction.
Mr. Hui trembled internally, knowing due to their group’s negligence, these "prestigious guests" were unhappy.
This was a big business deal.
And these prestigious guests, with substantial wealth and influence, absolutely must not be offended.