Chapter 422: Selling Corpses

Mo Hua and the others exchanged glances, each showing a hint of shock.

Killing people and selling their corpses?

“Who did you sell them to?” Mo Hua asked.

Wang Lai stammered, “A gray-clothed, masked cultivator… I don’t even know who he is…”

“You’ve never seen his face?”

“I only wanted spirit stones, didn’t care about his face…”

“And?” Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened slightly.

Wang Lai looked puzzled. “And what else?”

Mo Hua said, “How did you meet him? How did you make contact? How did the deal go? How did you kill people, and how did you sell the corpses? Everything, from start to finish, tell me.”

Wang Lai twitched the corner of his mouth.

Mo Hua kicked him and said fiercely, “Don’t try to fool me. Your little schemes won’t escape me. If I find out you lied, you’ll be in big trouble!”

Still, his delicate, painted-like face wasn’t exactly scary, even when angry.

But Wang Lai dared not withhold anything.

This little brat looked cute, yet his hands were ruthless.

Especially his eyes—innocent yet profound, as if they could see right through a person’s secrets…

Besides, at this point, there was no reason to hide.

If he spoke, there was nothing he couldn’t say:

“I met that gray-clothed cultivator at a brothel on Jinhua Street…”

“He was of medium height, thin, masked, face unrecognizable, and even divine-sense couldn’t detect him.”

“He always carried a faint, strange odor. At first, I didn’t realize it, but after dealing with him, making a transaction, I understood—the smell was of the dead, cold and decayed.”

“The first time I did ‘business’ with him, it was because I had no spirit stones.”

“The night before, I gambled all night and lost everything. My creditors came after me, threatening to chop off my hand if I didn’t repay.”

“I had nowhere to turn, and he asked, ‘Want to do some business?’”

“I scoffed. These days, honest business can’t earn spirit stones.”

“He said, it’s not honest business.”

“I got curious and asked what kind of business. He asked if I’d killed before. I said yes. He said it’s similar to killing, only now, after killing, I give the corpse to him.”

“I thought it was unlucky, but I had no spirit stones, no food or drink—worse off than stray dogs in the street.”

“Poverty is scarier than death.”

“And if someone else dies, it’s none of my business. So I agreed.”

“The first time, I killed a passing cultivator. After finishing, I cut a few extra times and gave the corpse to him. He frowned, saying that apart from the heart vein, there shouldn’t be too many wounds, or he’d deduct money.”

“I was impatient—killing someone, yet so many rules—but without spirit stones, I had no choice but to follow him.”

“He then explained the rules in detail…”

“One young or prime cultivator corpse—150 spirit stones;”

“An elderly cultivator corpse—80 spirit stones;”

“Gender doesn’t matter.”

“Other than the heart vein, the limbs and body must not have wounds.”

“If there are wounds, depending on severity, 10 to 50 spirit stones will be deducted…”

“….”

“After a few transactions, I realized this business couldn’t last long.”

“Killing one or two, the Dao Court might not notice, but kill too many, even fools could trace you.”

“That’s when the gray-clothed cultivator suggested I kill mining cultivators.”

“At first, I hesitated. My father was a mining cultivator, and I was half one too. Though we didn’t do good deeds, we had some interactions in passing.”

“But he offered too much; I couldn’t refuse…”

“For a cultivator, spirit stones are real; relationships are fake.”

“Killing a mining cultivator brought about a hundred spirit stones.”

“South Yue City has so many mining cultivators—imagine how many spirit stones I could earn if I kept going…”

“And mining cultivators produce more mining cultivators, generation after generation…”

“Even if I didn’t kill, they’d die eventually—old age, exhaustion, mining accidents, poisoning, oppression…”

“If death is inevitable, why not earn some spirit stones?”

“Killing mining cultivators is also discreet.”

“They live harshly, and a promise of spirit stones is enough to lure them.”

“At night, the mines are isolated, perfect for killing.”

“Afterwards, disguise them as missing, and no one can find them—a flawless plan.”

“But we were still cautious, afraid of being discovered.”

“So we approached the families of the deceased miners, saying we’d help claim compensation.”

“One, to distract suspicion, so they wouldn’t suspect us.”

“Two, to get compensation and share some spirit stones.”

“Killing one miner could earn two shares of spirit stones…”

Old Yu’s eyes burned red, wanting to devour Wang Lai.

Mo Hua’s expression turned icy. “The five miners who went missing before—you killed them too?”

Wang Lai hesitated, then nodded.

Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened. “Then how did they end up dead in the mines?”

Wang Lai’s face showed fear. “I… I don’t know. I just killed them, but after killing them, I sensed some movement in the mine…”

“I remembered the rumors about the mine, got scared, and hid their bodies in a corner under rubble, planning to transport them later.”

Wang Lai swallowed hard. “But… the next day when I came back, the five bodies were gone…”

Mo Hua’s eyes gleamed coldly. “You didn’t know about the Lu family mines?”

These five bodies seemed dragged into the mine by something… and eaten…

Wang Lai looked confused. “What mine?”

Mo Hua released his divine sense to probe Wang Lai, discovering he was truthful.

Wang Lai… really didn’t know…

“How many years have you been doing this business?” Mo Hua asked.

“Thirty or forty years…”

Mo Hua’s face remained expressionless. “So, you’ve been killing mining cultivators for thirty or forty years, and selling their corpses for thirty or forty years?”

Wang Lai swallowed. “Yes…”

Bai Zisheng couldn’t help but say, “Why not just kill him…”

Wang Lai panicked. “You promised to spare me!”

Mo Hua’s expression gradually grew colder, his face unreadable.

Wang Lai felt a chill in his heart.

At that moment, Mo Hua’s expression suddenly changed. He glanced at the mine behind them.

The deathly aura in the mine thickened abruptly.

Something seemed to be awakening.

Moisture condensed into droplets, dripping everywhere, eerie and sinister.

The surrounding stone walls creaked faintly.

Mo Hua’s expression changed drastically. “Quick, leave!”

Bai Zixi and Bai Zisheng sensed danger and nodded.

Mo Hua glanced at Wang Er and Tang Wu lying on the ground. “Wake them.”

Old Yu’s face panicked.

He too sensed the mine’s abnormality.

It was midnight—the most dangerous time in the mine.

Something had come alive…

Old Yu’s legs weakened. He shakily approached Wang Er and Tang Wu, giving each a slap. “Get up!”

The two had only been knocked unconscious, recovering from Mo Hua’s pills. Hearing Old Yu, they slowly opened their eyes.

The scene before them was unfamiliar.

The thugs spat blood, collapsed on the ground, Wang Lai was wretched, cowering in a corner.

In front of Wang Lai were three extraordinary little cultivators.

The two were dumbfounded. “Old Yu… this…”

Old Yu said, “Don’t ask, just run for your lives!”

Wang Er and Tang Wu finally reacted, struggling to get up.

“Go!” Mo Hua ordered decisively.

Just as they were about to run, Wang Lai pleaded, “Save me! I don’t want to die here!”

Mo Hua’s eyes flickered as he said to Bai Zisheng, “Take him.”

Bai Zisheng hesitated.

Mo Hua said, “He’s still useful.”

“Fine.”

Bai Zisheng nodded, shackled Wang Lai, dragging him outside.

As for the remaining thugs, Mo Hua ignored them.

If they survived the mine’s disturbance, it was luck; if they died, it was deserved—they were paying for the miners they killed.

Thus, Bai Zisheng dragged the scabby Wang Lai like a mangy dog, running steadily toward the mine exit.

Mo Hua used his body technique to keep up.

Bai Zixi’s steps were light as she followed Mo Hua.

Behind them, Old Yu, Wang Er, and Tang Wu ran desperately—perhaps driven by danger, they weren’t slow either.

The mine’s atmosphere grew sinister; deathly energy spread into every corner.

Fortunately, Mo Hua noticed early and retreated in time.

So when the mine echoed with deep, unearthly roars, Mo Hua and the others had already escaped.

Mo Hua remained cautious, guiding everyone through a secret door, leaving the Lu family mines, stopping only at the edge of the mountain.

Wang Lai was dragged battered and unconscious.

Wang Er and Tang Wu were still catching their breath, shocked.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi also looked wary and suspicious.

Mo Hua looked back at the mountain, pupils dilating.

The mine emitted a terrifying aura, composed of countless sinister energies.

Within, harsh, heart-wrenching noises echoed, as if ghosts clawed at something.

It was as if deceased miners were digging again.

And among the rotting, deathly energy, the evil aura of the Absolute Formation Mo Hua had sensed before grew even stronger.

Mo Hua’s frown deepened.

Who had set up this Absolute Formation?

And what exactly was hidden in this gloomy mine…