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"Ah—"
Lu Ming's shout was abruptly cut off as he quickly covered his mouth with both hands.
The cry came to an abrupt halt and was not discovered by other Corpse cultivators.
Mo Hua picked up the teapot on the table, poured herself a cup of tea, sniffed it, found that it was of poor quality but devoid of blood or fishy smell, just regular tea, so she took a sip, smacked her lips, and then asked Lu Ming,
"What are you blaming me for?"
The voice was crisp and familiar.
Lu Ming, with his nerves somewhat settled, looked closely and recognized that it was Mo Hua, then slowly relaxed.
It was a person, a "familiar face", not a ghost, nor a corpse.
Lu Ming leaned back against the wall, gasping for breath.
Seeing Mo Hua, Lu Ming was somewhat surprised, but not entirely unexpected.
He had seen Mo Hua before in the Corpse Mine.
Any Formation Master who had real talent and skill would be wooed by the Lu Family.
Mo Hua was no exception.
