Chapter 1967 - 952: Opening the Coffin (Part 2)

Mo Hua gazed at the scene, feeling a bit dazzled. At the same time, he sighed inwardly; the path of Tao Cultivation has its variations, and for Mr. Hui and his group to make a living like this, they must have some family heritage and real skills.

No wonder those four black-robed cultivators sought out Mr. Hui and his group for tomb raiding and coffin opening.

Mo Hua memorized the techniques of Mr. Hui, keeping them etched in his mind.

Although he couldn’t understand them now, it was always right to remember them for the future.

A man of many skills is never burdened.

If he could acquire some tomb heritage in the future, studying, tomb raiding, digging graves, opening coffins, and finding some treasure seemed a worthwhile pursuit.

About an hour later, Mr. Hui had everything set up.

The rest of the minor tasks were being handled by Stone and Rat.

Mr. Hui then approached Mo Hua and warned: "Little brother, opening the coffin later will be dangerous. Whatever you do, don’t go down there."

"Mm-hmm." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

There was no need for him to say it; Mo Hua already knew the danger.

Such risky tasks were certainly for others to do first.

Seeing that Mo Hua understood the situation, Mr. Hui nodded, turned to leave, but suddenly thought of something and, hesitating for a moment, asked Mo Hua:

"Little brother, did Rat cause you any trouble earlier in the branching path?"

Mo Hua’s Divine Thought stirred, and he suddenly realized.

The matters in the branching path were indeed seen by Mr. Hui; he knew that Rat was chasing him, but he hadn’t spoken of it earlier.

These people were indeed shrewd.

In that case...

Mo Hua’s mind turned slightly, then he wore a slightly reluctant expression, "No..."

Mr. Hui said kindly, "No worries, you don’t need to be afraid. If anything happens, tell me."

Mo Hua still looked as if he had words he couldn’t speak.

Seeing this, Mr. Hui had some guesses, so he said: "Rest assured, with me here, Rat won’t dare trouble you."

Mo Hua then felt a bit more confident, and muttered: "He... wanted something from me."

"Wanted something?" Mr. Hui was slightly taken aback, "What thing?"

Mo Hua glanced into the distance, saw Rat was far away, and then whispered:

"The artifact..."

Mr. Hui frowned, remaining silent.

Mo Hua’s gaze flickered, from Mr. Hui’s expression, he could roughly deduce that Mr. Hui was aware that Mr. Pi had such an artifact.

But he might not know what this artifact truly entailed, otherwise, his demeanor couldn’t be so calm.

Even if he appeared calm, there would be some fluctuation in the Divine Soul.

Ordinary fluctuations in a cultivator’s Divine Soul couldn’t escape Mo Hua’s perception.

Mr. Hui pondered for a moment, glanced at Mo Hua, and asked: "Is this artifact in your possession?"

Mo Hua shook his head.

"Be honest with me, I won’t blame you." Mr. Hui said.

Mo Hua still shook his head, "I really don’t know anything about an artifact."

Mr. Hui frowned, "If you don’t have it, why would Rat be chasing you?"

Mo Hua looked equally ’baffled’, "I don’t know... I don’t even know what the artifact looks like..."

"Mr. Hui," Mo Hua looked somewhat curious, then quietly asked, "Do you know what this artifact looks like?"

Mr. Hui was silent for a moment, then nodded, "This artifact is made from the claw of an Exotic Beast, with a tip as transparent as jade, embellished with gold and silver, looking ancient..."

Before Mr. Hui finished, he saw Mo Hua’s expression change dramatically, as though he was taken aback. Then he forcefully composed himself, his gaze somewhat evasive.

With that demeanor, how could he deceive Mr. Hui’s eyes?

Mr. Hui then asked: "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing." Mo Hua shook his head.

"Tell me." Mr. Hui’s tone was gentle, but his demeanor had some solemnity.

"I..." Mo Hua hesitated for a long time, then muttered, "This artifact... I think I’ve seen it before..."

Mr. Hui’s expression changed slightly, "You’ve truly seen it?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

"Where?"

"Right...," Mo Hua lowered his voice, "right on him..."

"On him?" Mr. Hui frowned, "On Rat?"

"Yes," Mo Hua lowered his voice, somewhat incredulous, and said:

"That day, when he took Mr. Pi’s storage pouch from me, I saw him seemingly tuck a tooth-like thing secretly into his palm."

"I didn’t know what it was, nor did I dare to mention it."

"After that, he kept insisting I stole a ’artifact’..."

"But..."

Mo Hua furrowed his brows tighter, looking puzzled, "This ’artifact’ was clearly in his possession, so why did he insist that I took it?"

Mr. Hui’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

Having been in this trade for so long, how could he not understand?

Rat was crying thief to catch a thief, trying to frame Mo Hua to clear his own suspicion, intending to keep the artifact for himself.

He even planned to kill Mo Hua to silence him.

This way, no one would ever know the artifact was in his possession.

But previously, in the branching path, when he attempted to silence Mo Hua as the group scattered, he was caught by Mr. Hui, forcing Rat to momentarily back off and subsequently threaten Mo Hua to keep quiet.

Based on Mo Hua’s brief words and Mr. Hui’s years of experience navigating the Cultivation World, Mr. Hui quickly pieced together the sequence of events in his mind.

The artifact...

"Is this artifact truly so important? Worthy of Rat going to such lengths, hiding it from me, wanting to keep it to himself..."

Mr. Hui’s gaze grew increasingly cold.

Mo Hua quietly said: "Mr. Hui..."

Mr. Hui gathered his thoughts, glanced at Mo Hua, and gently assured: "Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, he wouldn’t dare harm you."

Mo Hua let out a long sigh of relief, gratefully saying: "Thank you, Mr. Hui."

Mr. Hui smiled kindly at Mo Hua, then turned to leave.

But after just a few steps, the smile on his face disappeared, his expression turned grim, and his eyes gradually filled with greed.