The person who came was wearing gray clothes, which was Huiwu who had just parted from the bus.

"Brother Fang, it's me!" Hui Wu let go of the blood spear, came to Fang Mu, and whispered: "Why are you here?"

Fang Mu's mouth twitched. Now there is no need to think about it or think about it. The answer has already appeared.

Hui Wu said on the bus that he came over to push the Blood Moon Pavilion stronghold, and now when he met him here, it proved that this was the Blood Moon Pavilion stronghold.

But why did the stronghold of Blood Moon Pavilion appear here? Are they trying to cause trouble?

Fang Mu looked at Hui Wu's inquiring eyes, looked at the top of the tunnel with his eyes, and said, "I accidentally fell into the hole when I was fishing."

This encounter is a bit embarrassing and the reasons are far-fetched.

Hui Wuyi looked like I knew, and hugged Fang Mu's shoulder and said, "Good brother, I did not misread the person. This will take you to experience the fun of pushing the other side."

Fang Mu: "???"

I think you may have misunderstood something, but I can't say anything.

Hui Wu led Fang Mu to the exit of the tunnel, which was the light. He pointed outside and whispered: "Look, this is the stronghold of the Blood Moon Pavilion. We just need to watch quietly, and then wait until the critical moment to squeeze their heads out."

Fang Mu looked in the direction of Hui Wuwei and saw that there was an empty space outside the exit.

The space is very large, and hundreds of people wearing black robes are busy.

Their busy object is a coffin, a blood-red coffin.

The man in black robe poured dark red liquid on the coffin with a wooden bowl. Judging from the color, it should be blood.

The source of blood was a wooden barrel of more than a dozen people tall. People in black robes kept taking out blood from the barrels and pouring them on the coffin.

The reason why the color of the coffin turns blood red is because of blood.

Fang Mu said in confusion: "What are they doing?"

"They are creating my kind." Hui Wu stared at the coffin and said intently.

"Same kind? Zombies?"

Fang Mu had already known Hui Wu's identity in the lake, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

These men in black robes were deliberately trying to awaken the things in the coffin and make them zombies?

Hui Wu nodded and said, "Yes, but they are doomed to fail."

"Why?" Fang Mu was puzzled.

Hui Wu pointed at himself and said, "Zombies do not enter the five elements and have no spiritual intelligence. I am a special existence because of the Blood Spirit Son. I have spiritual soul and spiritual intelligence."

After saying that, Hui Wu pointed to the coffin again and continued: "Some monks have methods to control zombies, but the zombies controlled by that method are very ordinary and difficult to do whatever they want."

"Unless you start cultivating when a monk is young, you are just a slightly flexible puppet."

"Even if they create zombies, they can't control them. Even if they control them, they can't do whatever they want, so they are a failed product."

Fang Mu nodded, and the men in black robe had stopped at this time.

Hundreds of men in black robes stopped and did not continue to move. Instead, they sat cross-legged around the three layers inside and three layers inside the coffin.

The board of the coffin began to jump, and black lights were emitted from the black man's hand, and then the jumping coffin board was suppressed by the black light.

"It's strange." Hui Wu touched his chin and said in confusion: "The zombies have actually taken shape, but they are suppressing this zombie, as if they are waiting for something."

Fang Mu didn't listen because he had been attracted by the coffin.

After the man in black robe cast out a black light, the coffin rose into the air, the coffin board gradually calmed down, the entire coffin began to rotate, and below the coffin, there seemed to be a string of small characters.

The characters are too small, Fang Mu can't see clearly at all, so he can only judge from the general shape, these should be numbers.

number?

Fang Mu took out the wooden box from his pocket and looked at the password lock on it and fell into deep thought.

Is this the key to untie the wooden box?

Hui Wu turned his eyes to Fang Mu. When he saw the wooden box, he suddenly showed a sudden expression: "So that's it."

Fang Mu said: "What?"

Hui Wuxiao said, "Brother Fang is so lucky, there is all this thing."

Fang Mu looked confused and didn't understand Hui Wu's meaning.

Hui Wu continued: "The Soul-falling Grass, which uses blood as a medium, can open up spiritual intelligence and can also create a master-servant relationship with things that open up spiritual intelligence."

"I understand. The people from Blood Moon Pavilion should be waiting for this, but by chance, they were taken by Brother Fang."

"They want this soul-falling grass to make the zombies develop spiritual intelligence, and then establish a master-servant relationship to achieve the effect of being directed by an arm."

Fang Mu was surprised that the thing inside the wooden box turned out to be a treasure.

In this way, Lian Yue Jiuge is trying to use Soul-falling Grass to control zombies?

Sure enough, the man in black robe who had already stabilized the coffin was moving.

One of the men in black robe spoke: "Why haven't Shu128 come yet?"

Another man in black robe replied: "I guess there is something delayed on the road, so I'll contact him later."

Shu128 is the code name of the Jiuge of Lianyue in the Blood Moon Pavilion, which further confirms Fang Mu's speculation.

But... why is this thing here at the Gu family?

Fang Mu told the whole story and then asked out the doubts in his heart.

After hearing this, Hui Wu pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "The Gu family? I remembered that when the Gu family talked about it, it was also a backbone family before the spiritual energy was exhausted."

"They disdain to do the devil killing, which led to the family's decline slowly. This Soul-falling Grass should also be the treasure of the Gu family, but..."

"But what?"

Hui Wu paused and said, "But the reason for burial is that the Soul-Falling Grass is a treasure. If it is spread, it will probably cause disaster. The Gu family has no monks, so this thing is buried."

Fang Mu remained silent. If he said so, everything would be clear.

The Gu family was worried that the Soul-falling grass would cause disaster, so they used it as a burial object to bury it, but the villagers dug the grave and gave it to Gu Youde to show off his power.

Afterwards, a fire took away the factory and the Soul-Lost Grass.

Ye Zi once said that special things in the illusion can be brought out, so the Blood Moon Pavilion School’s sect’s sect’s sacred moon nine songs entered the illusion to bring out the Soul-falling Grass.

Unfortunately, Fang Mu intercepted Hu.

Fang Mu pointed to the bottom of the coffin and said, "There should be the password there. I'll try it with that later to see if I can untie the wooden box."

The string of numbers that cannot be seen clearly should be the password of the wooden box, so it really pushed the stronghold first, just like Hui Wu said.

Unexpectedly, Fang Mu just finished speaking, Hui Wu snatched the wooden box.

"What other password is needed?" Hui Wu waved his hand and said, "Leave it to me."
Chapter completed!