Chapter 481: Corpse Studies

Mo Hua sneaked out of the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar.

Before leaving, he checked carefully again to make sure that he did not leave any traces and would not be discovered by Lu Chengyun or Zhang Quan...

The little zombie was lying in the coffin.

The big tiger was also hidden in the hall.

There were no traces of the Ten Thousand Corpses Array, the Golden Altar, and the Bronze Coffin.

Mo Hua was relieved, so he hid his body and left quietly.

The next day, Mo Hua was like nothing happened, and followed Lu Chengyun into the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar to finish the Ten Thousand Corpses Array.

After entering the altar, Mo Hua observed Lu Chengyun's words and expressions and found that Lu Chengyun was the same as before and did not find anything, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Chengyun was the head of the family, busy with worldly affairs and entangled with many things.

He had to secretly build the Ten Thousand Corpses Array, control the progress of the array, dispatch corpse repairs, and personally draw the Lingshu Evil Array.

It was indeed very busy.

Moreover, he was busy with his own affairs these days and did not care much about Mo Hua.

It seemed that Mo Hua had disappeared from his sight.

Sometimes when Mo Hua talked to him, he was absent-minded and ignored her.

Mo Hua seemed unhappy on the surface, feeling that he was being neglected, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

He wished that Lu Chengyun would not care about him...

Besides Lu Chengyun, there was Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan hated himself.

But he was blind to formations, did not understand formations, and his spiritual awareness was not strong.

He was very easy to fool.

He could not even find Mo Hua when she was invisible beside him.

Not to mention the formations, Mo Hua drew the formations wrong, messy, scattered, and full of mistakes in front of him...

Even if he drew a completely different formation directly, with Zhang Quan's "attainment" in formations, he might not be able to see the clues.

Mo Hua shook his head slightly.

Sure enough, he had to read more and learn more about cultivation knowledge.

Otherwise, he would be fooled by others without knowing it...

Mo Hua was relieved that he was not discovered.

In the next few days, Mo Hua focused his attention on the corpse cultivators in the corpse mine.

He wanted to know what kind of corpse was sealed in the bronze coffin.

But he was an outsider and had insufficient knowledge of corpse refining, so it was difficult to judge.

He could only start from the "insiders".

These corpse cultivators were obviously "insiders".

Mo Hua used a little trick to steal some secret books of corpse refining from several corpse cultivators.

For example: "Basic Corpse Refining Method", "Corpse Blood Skill", "Detailed Explanation of Corpse Refining", "Overview of Corpse Refining", "Heavenly Corpse Opening", "Origin and Development of Corpse Sect", "Corpse Theory"...

There are various categories, including skills, overviews, miscellaneous theories, historical records, anecdotes...

Mo Hua was amazed.

It's just corpse refining, but these corpse cultivators can actually study so many ways.

The cultivation world is indeed vast and complex.

Mo Hua took time to read these corpse books.

But after reading for a few days, he felt physically and mentally uncomfortable.

The book was bloody and evil, and the illustrations were cruel and ugly, making people sick.

Mo Hua was helpless.

"Corpse refining is not something that normal people learn..."

"Who would be interested in corpse refining among normal cultivators?"

Mo Hua couldn't help shaking his head.

But he could only endure the nausea and continue reading.

It's just that he read a lot, but he still only knew a little bit. He was confused in many places, and there were many things he couldn't understand.

"It seems that I don't have much talent in corpse refining..."

Mo Hua was a little calm and a little fortunate.

He read these books roughly, and then he stopped forcing himself, and didn't continue to study. Instead, he wrote down some of his questions and prepared to find a corpse cultivator for "consultation".

This corpse cultivator should be more honest, more obedient, and more stupid.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to get his words.

Mo Hua "looked" for a few days among the corpse cultivators in the corpse mine, and suddenly found an acquaintance.

Lu Ming, a young and mean-looking Lu family member.

Mo Hua's expression moved slightly.

Lu Ming...

That was the Lu family cultivator who, when he first tracked down the missing five mine cultivators, entered the Lu family mine and led the way for Mo Hua. He encountered the tragic scene of the dead bodies and vomited all over the sky. He was also "threatened" by Mo Hua and revealed some of the Lu family's secrets.

Lu Ming no longer had the arrogant look he had before.

His face was as pale as paper as other corpse cultivators, his expression was gray, and he had no life. He didn't talk much. He did whatever others told him to do, like a living corpse.

Mo Hua observed Lu Ming for a few days.

He found that he seemed to have just arrived not long ago. He was a newcomer here and a low-level corpse cultivator.

He learned to refine corpses, did chores, and did things according to orders every day.

At night, he "lay like a corpse" on the bed, with a wooden expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Lu Ming was a person who was easy to ask questions.

Mo Hua had asked him questions several times before.

After nightfall, Mo Hua went out secretly, came to Lu Ming's stone room, and looked at him silently.

The stone room was quiet, and no one was around.

Lu Ming was lying on the bed, his face numb, and suddenly became twisted and painful. He held his head with both hands, curled up on the bed, and muttered:

"... Why am I so unlucky?"

"It turned out to be a corpse... I'm done..."

"I won't be able to get a wife in this life..."

...

He was in pain and regret for a while, and pounded the wall hard, complaining:

"It's all that kid's fault!"

"It's all his fault!"

"Blame him..."

"Blame me for what?" Mo Hua asked.

In the silent stone room, a voice suddenly sounded, weird and childish.

Lu Ming was scared to death.

He hurriedly fluttered a few times, sat up in panic, and saw a small figure gradually appearing on the chair by the wall.

"ah--"

Lu Ming was halfway through shouting, and quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

His scream stopped abruptly and was not noticed by other corpse cultivators.

Mo Hua picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, smelled the taste, and found that although it was inferior tea, it had no smell of blood or fishy smell. It was serious tea, so he took a sip and pursed his lips. , and asked Lu Ming:

"Why do you blame me?"

This voice is crisp and familiar.

Lu Ming had just calmed down from the shock. He looked carefully and recognized the ink painting, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a human being, an "acquaintance", not a ghost, and not a corpse.

Lu Ming leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths.

Lu Ming was a little surprised to see the ink paintings, but not surprised.

He had seen ink paintings in the corpse mine before.

The formation masters who come and go, as long as they have real talents and knowledge, will be attracted by the Lu family.

Ink painting is no exception.

But he still didn't expect that Mo Hua's status could be so high. He could enter the corpse mine without refining corpses. He was also treated very well and could even chat and laugh with the head of the Lu family.

Even many elders of the Lu family do not receive this treatment.

Just for some reason, he wanted to enter his room without anyone noticing.

Lu Ming wanted to ask, but didn't dare.

Being appreciated and favored by the master of the family, a monk of this status, no matter how young he is, is not something that he, who was once a disciple of the Lu family and is now a small corpse cultivator in a corpse mine, can question.

When Mo Hua asked him, he also didn't dare not answer.

Lu Ming hesitated for a moment, then muttered:

"If it weren't for you...I wouldn't...be sent in..."

Mo Hua took a sip of tea, nodded, and understood.

Back in the mine, Lu Ming told him some things about the Lu family.

Although he later reported this matter to the head of the Lu family, his behavior was still considered lax.

So he was punished, sent to a corpse mine, and became a corpse cultivator.

Lu Ming wasn't that great, but he wasn't too bad either.

He probably couldn't accept such a thing as corpse refining, but he couldn't help himself and had to accept it.

Therefore, I look numb all day long, like a walking zombie. Only when I am alone at night can I dare to vent some emotions.

Mo Hua thought for a while and suddenly asked:

"How are you doing with corpse refining?"

Lu Ming was stunned and didn't know why Mo Hua asked this, but he still reluctantly answered:

"generally……"

"Have you ever made a corpse?"

"Not yet... I just followed other corpse cultivators and learned some knowledge of corpse refining..."

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly, "How did you learn?"

"good……"

Lu Ming hesitated.

Mo Hua took out a small piece of paper, coughed, and said seriously:

"Then I'll take the test."

Lu Ming was stunned, "Why?"

Mo Hua frowned, "Let me test you to see if you are motivated. If you study well, I will give you a nice word in front of the head of the family so that I can promote you in the future."

Mo Hua was talking nonsense.

Lu Ming was a little confused by the deception, but still asked:

"Why?"

Mo Hua clicked his tongue and said, "You and I have gotten to know each other. It's because of me that you entered the mine and became a corpse cultivator..."

"It's just that I didn't know about this matter. Now that I know it, I naturally have to find a way to give you some benefits and make up for it."

"oh……"

Lu Ming felt it made sense, but it seemed...it didn't make sense.

We meet by chance and say a few nice words to ourselves for no reason?

Lu Ming was still a little confused.

He also wanted to ask "why", but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua had a small face and said aggressively:

"Let me ask you, where does all this nonsense come from!"

Forced by the momentum of the ink painting, Lu Ming felt a little guilty and nodded slowly.

Mo Hua then read the small note.

What was recorded on the small note were some "knowledge" of corpse refining that he didn't understand, such as:

"How are the grades of zombies divided?"

"What is the relationship between grade and rank?"

"What types of zombies are there? What abilities do they have?"

etc……

Lu Ming didn't know what was going on and answered honestly:

"The grades of zombies are divided into grades and grades."

"'Rank' refers to the first, second, third and fourth grades, which are equivalent to the monk's Qi refining, foundation building, and golden elixir..."

"'Level' is the level of zombies, divided into 'gold', 'silver', 'bronze', 'iron' and the walking zombies at the bottom..."

"There are distinctions and correlations between the grades and levels of zombies, but they are independent of each other."

"Like other categories such as monsters and beasts, the strength of zombies is based on 'grade'."

"The first-grade walking corpse, the second-grade walking corpse, the third-grade walking corpse... all have the strength corresponding to the beginning of the great realm."

"As the walking zombies go up, they become the iron zombies. After that, with each level, the zombies' abilities will change qualitatively."

"The flesh body is harder, the corpse poison is stronger, and there are some special corpse path abilities..."

Mo Hua was still a little confused and didn't quite understand, so he said seriously:

"Give me an example and briefly explain the relationship between zombie products and levels."

Lu Ming's heart tightened, as if he was being taught a test, and he thought for a long time before speaking:

"The grade of zombies is based on 'grade' and the level is determined by 'order'..."

"First-grade zombies generally only have two levels, walking zombies and iron zombies..."

"A first-grade walking corpse is just an ordinary Qi-refining zombie."

"A first-grade iron corpse, according to the cultivation level, should be at the peak of the ninth level of Qi-refining, but because of its copper head and iron arms, it is enough to rival some cultivators in the early stage of foundation building."

"A second-grade zombie is still a walking corpse at the lowest level. Generally, it refines an iron corpse, but the highest level can be a copper corpse..."

"A second-grade walking corpse is as strong as a first-grade iron corpse. But because of the decay of the flesh, it will suffer a little in a real battle."

"A second-grade iron corpse is very strong, equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building, and can sweep away a first-grade iron corpse in the early stage of foundation building."

"And a second-grade copper corpse, with a thick corpse qi and a body like copper and iron, is equivalent to the late stage of foundation building, and is very powerful."

Mo Hua suddenly realized.

He had thought that iron corpses were all the same and had the strength of foundation building.

But iron corpses are also divided into grades.

A first-grade iron corpse is only comparable to foundation building.

A second-grade iron corpse is in the middle stage of foundation building, which is stronger than a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

From this point of view, the iron corpses in the corpse mine cannot be generalized.

The two tall iron corpses guarding the gate should be the second-grade iron corpses.

The rest of the iron corpses are a mixture of first-grade and second-grade.

The overall strength of the zombies under Lu Chengyun is much stronger than Mo Hua thought...

Mo Hua frowned.

He glanced at Lu Ming and said, "Go on."

Lu Ming nodded, "Besides, there are third-grade ones, but none of us can refine them, so some records are not very detailed..."

"Third-grade zombies are the lowest walking corpses, and the highest can be refined into golden corpses."

"Above the fourth grade, the lowest walking corpse, it is said that it is possible to refine a real flying zombie..."

...

Lu Ming explained it carefully to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua understood it roughly.

All zombies are based on "grade".

The lower limit of the zombies refined is walking corpses, but the upper limit is different.

The higher the "grade", the higher the "level" of the upper limit.

The upper limit of the first grade is the iron corpse, the upper limit of the second grade is the copper corpse, and the upper limit of the third grade is the gold corpse...

The method of refining corpses in the corpse mine was obtained from the Zhang family and has been passed down for hundreds of years. Even if there are some differences, they should be roughly the same.

What kind of corpse is in the bronze coffin?

A copper corpse comparable to the late stage of foundation building?

It's fine if it's in the middle stage of foundation building, but in the late stage of foundation building, even if a zombie of this strength is refined, Lu Chengyun can't suppress it.

This doesn't quite match Mo Hua's previous speculation.

"Are there any special corpses?" Mo Hua asked again.

Mo Hua remembered that "The Origin of Corpse Sect" and "Theory of Corpse" mentioned that some zombies with special functions are also divided into "grades", but they are not in the usual "levels".

"Yes."

Lu Ming nodded and said seriously:

"There are some special zombies with special functions. They are not divided by strength, so they are not divided by 'gold, silver, copper and iron'."

"For example, a puppet corpse is a flesh and blood puppet. It is not a person, not a corpse, but a puppet similar to wood and stone."

"There are also puppet corpses..."

"People are refined into puppets, retaining their appearance, skin, and body shape, soaked in flower and grass spirit water, without rotten smell, and the skin is cold, but tender as life."

"Many cultivators will spend a lot of money to Money to buy."

"And the corpses..."

"Kill people and turn them into zombies like clay figurines."

"This kind of zombies are usually used as burial objects."

"Not only in the evil way, but also in the righteous way in the past."

"Ten thousand years ago, the heads or great elders of some large righteous families and sects would "grant" death to some close monks after their death, turn them into corpses, and use them as burial objects."

"But this kind of thing is not very humane, and it has been gradually abolished by the Taoist court in the past ten thousand years..."

...

Mo Hua frowned as he listened.

Puppet corpses like human puppets?

Puppet corpses used as burial objects?

If monks become perverted, they are really perverted...