"Ah—"
Lu Ming screamed halfway before hastily covering his mouth with both hands.
His cry was abruptly cut off, remaining unnoticed by the other corpse cultivators.
Mo Hua picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, sniffed at it, and discovered that although it was low-quality tea, it lacked the smell of blood or fishiness. It was genuine tea water, so he took a sip, smacked his lips, and then asked Lu Ming,
"Why blame me?"
This voice, crisp and familiar.
Lu Ming, still shaken, fixed his gaze carefully. Only then did he recognize Mo Hua and slowly exhaled in relief.
*It was a person—someone familiar, no less. Not a ghost, not a zombie.*
Lu Ming leaned against the wall, taking a few heavy breaths.
Seeing Mo Hua, Lu Ming was somewhat surprised but felt it wasn't entirely unexpected.
*He'd seen Mo Hua before in the corpse mine.*
All the visiting Formation Masters who had real skills would be coaxed into alliance by the Lu Family.
Mo Hua was no exception.
