Chapter 686 Water Well

When did he get the poison?

The first thing that Mo Hua thought of was the golden lotus tricolor carp.

"I ate the fish and drank the soup, so the evil thoughts of the river god invaded my sea of ​​consciousness?"

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered something, and his heart tightened.

Yu'er!

Yu'er, like himself, ate this golden tricolor carp. If there were evil thoughts of the evil god in his sea of ​​consciousness, then Yu'er's sea of ​​consciousness would definitely be polluted.

It was late at night, and Mo Hua got up without thinking and went to the door next door. Before he could knock on the door, the door was already opened.

Wen Renwei stood at the door, his face calm, but his expression was a little surprised.

"Young Master Mo?"

Mo Hua immediately said, "I'll come to see Yu'er."

Wen Renwei looked confused, but seeing Mo Hua's anxious expression, he didn't dare to be careless, and immediately invited Mo Hua in.

Mo Hua entered the door, passed through layers of exquisite and elegant screens, and the furnishings made of expensive materials but full of childlike fun, and came to the bedroom inside.

Yu'er was lying on the bed, drooling at the corners of his mouth, sleeping soundly with his arms and legs spread out...

He was sleeping soundly, his consciousness was stable, and there was nothing abnormal.

Mo Hua's pupils were slightly deep, and he released his consciousness to look carefully several times. He confirmed again and again that there was no evil spirit entangled Yu'er, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But Mo Hua's brows were also slightly wrinkled.

"Yu'er is fine..."

"Young Master Mo?" Wen Renwei said softly, "Is there anything wrong with Master Yu?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay, I was too worried."

Wen Renwei also felt relieved, his brows relaxed, and said solemnly:

"Thank you for worrying about me, young master."

Mo Hua smiled, and did not disturb Yu'er's sleep, but returned to his room, lying on the table in deep thought.

It was late, but Mo Hua was not sleepy at all, and his mind was full of mixed thoughts.

"The golden lotus three-color carp was boiled into meat and stewed into soup. Yu'er and I ate it, but Yu'er was fine..."

"That means it's not the three-color carp's problem."

"If it's not the three-color carp's problem, what else could it be..."

Mo Hua frowned and thought about everything that happened in the past few days.

From tracking the dragon crossing the river, to entering the small fishing village, the blood mist, Old Yu, the monks of the Wang family, and finally leaving the small fishing village with the fish basket of the three-color carp...

If the things you see with your eyes are invaded by evil thoughts, you should be able to detect it.

If it's not what you see, then it's what you smell or eat...

And it's something different from what Yu'er eats...

"If it's not the three-color carp, then it's..."

Mo Hua thought for a while, his pupils shrank slightly, "Old Yu's fish soup?"

In the past few days, only this fish soup was eaten by him, but Yu'er didn't eat it.

Mo Hua frowned.

I ate a meal and drank the fish soup of Old Yu, so I was contaminated by the evil god?

Why?

Why would there be a problem with a pot of fish soup?

Mo Hua was puzzled.

At this moment, a touch of red suddenly appeared in his mind.

Mo Hua was startled.

He remembered that Lao Yutou had placed a small fish tank next to the fish tank where the silver-scaled fish was kept. The fish tank was sealed and the contents inside could not be seen. Only a faint touch of red could be seen.

According to Lao Yutou, the fish tank contained a kind of red water carp that could not stand the light of day.

Mo Hua thought about it carefully and realized that the so-called "red water carp" had a very similar aura to the bloody fish that invaded his sea of ​​consciousness.

Lao Yutou...

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It seems that I still have to go to the small fishing village again when I have time..."

If Lao Yutou's fish soup had a problem, then the entire small fishing village and all the fishermen might have been contaminated by the evil god in a subtle way.

It's just that no one noticed.

The suffering of the fishermen is the soil of the evil god...

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly found that the corners of his eyes were a little dry, as if there were still traces of tears just now.

The scenes in the dream appeared in his mind again.

The joys and sorrows, the encounters of life and death, the hardship of trying to make a living, the despair of being unable to fight, and the pain of being in love but unable to stay together...

They were intertwined in Mo Hua's heart one by one.

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

This is just a dream of his own, but it may be the life of many people...

...

Gu Changhuai sent people to keep an eye on the small fishing village, but for several days, no figure of the "crossing river dragon" was found.

So a few days later, when it was the ten-day holiday, Mo Hua couldn't wait to go to the small fishing village again.

It was noon at this time, the sun was bright, and the fishermen were busy in the village.

From a distance, it was full of vitality, and there was nothing special.

But Mo Hua knew at this time that things were not as simple as they seemed.

He drank some fish soup in the small fishing village, and his sea of ​​consciousness was invaded by the evil thoughts of the evil god.

Most of the cultivators in this small fishing village probably have blood-colored fish in their sea of ​​consciousness.

Other people's consciousness is sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua can't enter other people's sea of ​​consciousness, so naturally he can't see what's in other people's sea of ​​consciousness.

He can only look for some clues through appearances...

Mo Hua's pupils are slightly deep, and golden light emerges in his eyes. He releases his consciousness and scans carefully in the small fishing village. Only then did he find some things that he had overlooked before.

The fishermen in the village, although working hard, are trying to survive.

But when their eyes turn, their expressions occasionally become blank for a moment, and their eyes also reveal a kind of numbness like a corpse.

This seems to be a sign that the consciousness is being devoured...

Mo Hua also saw Old Yu.

Old Yu was the same, his eyes were dull and numb sometimes, but his complexion was much better.

It seemed that because of the spirit stone, he could send his two grandsons to the sect, change for a good future, and no longer live in poverty and hardship. The whole person was like a last ray of light, refreshed, and there was brilliance in his eyes.

It was noon, and their family had fish soup for lunch, just like all other fishermen in this small fishing village.

Mo Hua stared at the fish soup, but surprisingly, he didn't see anything strange.

This is just ordinary fish soup.

The soup was made with ordinary spirit fish caught from the Yanshui River.

Old Yu had a small tank of strange "Red Water Carp".

But this fish has been sealed, and he has never touched it.

Mo Hua frowned.

Could it be that he guessed wrong?

It's not the fish soup?

Mo Hua thought about it, but still did not enter the village. Instead, he hid himself and looked around the small fishing village.

The small fishing village was built on a flat ground at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and forests, and separated by a road, not far from the Yanshui River.

Mo Hua walked around and became even more confused.

"No..."

There was no statue of the evil god preaching.

There was no parasite of the evil god.

There was no stronghold of evil or demon cultivators, or a demon temple like the Bishan Demon Cave.

There was no altar either.

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary small fishing village.

Of course, if it is really ordinary, it would be a good thing...

Mo Hua looked solemn.

Hunting requires patience, and he decided to wait.

So Mo Hua came to a big tree outside the small fishing village again, performed the Water Step, covered the spiritual power on the soles of his feet, absorbed the trunk, and walked vertically to the top of the tall tree with his hands behind his back.

After that, Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the tree branch, staring at the small fishing village with his eyes.

He wanted to see if he could find some more clues.

Mo Hua sat there and stared until night.

The night was hazy, like a layer of black gauze, slowly covering the small fishing village.

Everything became dim.

The sky was dim, without stars, only a half moon was hanging, the moonlight was cold, with a sad and chilly feeling.

He stared for an afternoon without finding anything, but at night, Mo Hua, who looked tired, instantly became energetic.

He had a vague feeling that something seemed to be happening.

Sure enough, nearly an hour passed.

The night was getting darker, and most of the fishermen in the village turned off the lights, leaving only a few dim fishing lights to decorate the night.

Old Yu's home.

Old Yu, who was dozing off, opened his eyes.

He looked around and saw that everyone in the family was asleep. Then he got up quietly, tied the small fish tank containing "Chishui carp" with a hemp rope, and put it on his back. Then he walked out of the house hunched over and walked into the night.

Mo Hua in the distance stared at him, and then he also walked down from the big tree quietly, hiding his figure, blending into the darkness, and quietly followed behind Lao Yu.

The small fishing village in the night was almost eerie.

Lao Yu was hunched over, carrying the fish tank on his back. His figure was hazy at night, like an old river monster crawling out of the river.

He kept walking forward.

Mo Hua followed quietly.

He walked all the way to the back of the village, to an empty yard with few people and no one living there, and Lao Yu stopped.

There was a well in the yard.

The well was built with white stones, and the moonlight shone through it, revealing a pale white.

Old Yu put down the fish tank, unsealed it, and took out a few blood-red fish with sharp teeth and strange fins.

They looked very similar to the fish in Mo Hua's dream.

Although Mo Hua was not a fisherman and could not recognize the specific species, he knew that this was definitely not a carp.

Old Yu respectfully threw the blood-red fish into the well, then knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said devoutly:

"Lord River God, Old Yu has come to fulfill his vow..."

"Thank you, River God, for your blessing..."

Old Yu kowtowed three more times, gratefully:

"That day, the wind and waves were strong, and half of my body had already fallen into the river, and I almost died. Fortunately, with the blessing of the River God, I was able to turn danger into safety, and I still survived, and I also caught that top-quality golden lotus tricolor carp..."

"With this fish, the future of my two little grandchildren is settled, and our family finally has someone who doesn't have to go through wind and waves all his life and risk his life to make a living..."

Old Yu sighed, "But later, this fish was almost robbed, but fortunately..."

"Fortunately, there is another 'little noble' who came to my aid, beat back the lackeys of the Wang family, and bought my fish..."

"This little noble is a good person. I am lucky, Old Yu."

"But I think all this is thanks to the Lord River God. It was the Lord River God who guided this little noble to save me..."

Old Yu kowtowed a few more times, and then put his hands together and said:

"After that, Old Yu has no other wishes... I only ask for the Lord River God to bless my two little grandchildren, so that they can be accepted into the sect smoothly..."

"I don't ask for great wealth and honor, or for success in cultivation, but I ask for a living, so that I no longer have to deal with the wind and waves and water monsters, and live a peaceful life. Then Old Yu will die without regrets..."

"Lord River God, I can give you whatever you want."

"Please..."

"I will take good care of this 'blood-red fish'. When it is fat and big, I will offer it to you..."

After Old Yu finished speaking, there was a sound of water in the well, and a faint scarlet color flashed by, and then everything calmed down.

It was as if something had enjoyed the sacrifice.

The fish died, and its blood melted into the well water.

Mo Hua was startled, and suddenly realized.

It was the well water!

If he guessed correctly, all the cultivators in the small fishing village were drinking from this well.

Old Yu threw this blood-colored fish into the well, polluting the well water.

The fishermen in the small fishing village drank the well water, which was equivalent to everyone being polluted by the evil god.

And I... was at Old Yu's house, drinking the fish soup boiled with well water, which was why the evil thoughts of the evil god polluted my sea of ​​consciousness.

Thus, at midnight, he could not help but immerse himself in the painful nightmare woven by the evil god...

No, it was not a nightmare "woven" by the evil god...

Mo Hua looked at Old Yu who kept kowtowing and sighed in his heart.

It should be a nightmare "woven" by all the poor fishermen in the small fishing village based on their own personal experiences...

After Old Yu sacrificed the bloody fish to the well, he resealed the fish tank.

There were still some fish in the fish tank that had not been raised yet. After a few days, they could be carefully raised before they could be thrown into the well.

After the matter was done, Old Yu stood up and wanted to leave, but suddenly heard a crisp voice in the silent night.

"Uncle Yu..."

Old Yu was startled suddenly, and his feet slipped and he fell to the ground.

When he struggled to get up, he looked around in panic, and saw a small figure slowly emerging in the darkness not far away.

This figure was very familiar.

Under the cold moonlight, Old Yu realized that the figure was the "little nobleman" who had helped him repel the Wang family monks and bought his three-color carp a few days ago.

But at this time, the little nobleman no longer looked amiable.

The moonlight shone on his face, which was cold and white.

His eyes were also unfathomably deep.

Old Yu looked back at the well, then at Mo Hua in front of him, and his voice trembled a little, "You, little brother... did you see it?"

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

Old Yu struggled with his face, and suddenly begged:

"Please, don't tell anyone..."

Mo Hua was silent.

"Don't let others know about this..." Old Yu said in horror, "Otherwise, everything I have done will be in vain, my two grandsons will have no future, and I will be punished by the river god..."

"Please..."

Mo Hua still didn't say a word.

Old Yu begged for a while, and seeing that Mo Hua was indifferent, he gradually became angry. His eyes turned blood red, and his words were distorted. They didn't sound like human voices, but more like the cry of a fish monster.

He lost his mind, looked ferocious, and suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua.

"If you don't agree to me, I want you to die!"

As soon as he pounced in front of Mo Hua, he saw Mo Hua's compassionate eyes under the moonlight, and Old Yu suddenly shuddered again.

Memories emerged in his mind.

Mo Hua drew formations for him, helped him drive away the bullying Wang family monks, and spent a lot of spirit stones to buy his three-color carp...

The blood in Old Yu's eyes gradually faded, and the anger on his face receded, leaving only helpless sorrow.

He slowly knelt in front of Mo Hua, tears streaming down his face, "Please..."

He kept kowtowing.

The hardship of life forced him to kneel down, kowtow and beg...

Mo Hua felt bitter in his heart, and sighed, "I promise you."

Old Yu was startled.

Mo Hua said slowly:

"I can keep it to myself, but you have to tell me what happened?"

"Who taught you to raise this bloody fish?"

"Who told you that raising this kind of fish can make your wishes come true without any disaster?"

Old Yu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Mo Hua pleadingly.

Mo Hua said, "I keep my word. If you tell me, I won't tell anyone, otherwise..."

A hint of coldness flashed in Mo Hua's eyes.

Old Yu was startled, and then he remembered that the two foundation builders and several Qi refiners of the Wang family joined forces that day, but they were still killed by this young master.

As a fisherman, he was not good at fighting, and it was impossible for him to be the opponent of this terrible young master.

Old Yu sighed deeply and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll tell you..."