Chapter 689 Rumors

Although he had guessed, Mo Hua still felt a chill in his heart.

Mo Hua's eyes sank slightly and he asked:

"How did the two children disappear?"

Gu Changhuai said: "According to the nearby fishermen, the two children were playing in the village in the evening, and suddenly disappeared at night..."

"At first, the old Yu family thought that the two children were too playful and refused to go home, but as the night deepened, they still couldn't see the two little grandchildren. They realized that something was wrong and searched the village all night, but found nothing..."

"I went to the river to look for them, but I couldn't find them either."

"It's like they disappeared out of thin air..."

"The fishermen in the village suspected that the two children were too playful and rashly approached the Yanshui River, and were dragged into the water and eaten by the water monster in the river..."

"But at present, it seems that the two children should have been abducted by the river dragon."

"If we don't find a way soon, once the two children are sold by the river dragon, it will be difficult to rescue them..."

Gu Changhuai's eyes were solemn.

No... not sold.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

It is also possible... that he was taken as a sacrifice by Guo Jianglong and sent to the evil god.

If so, he may never come back...

"Did Dao Tingsi send people to look for him?" Mo Hua asked.

Gu Changhuai hesitated for a moment, somewhat helpless, "The small fishing village is a mixed population of scattered cultivators, not in the Immortal City. Many cultivators do not have a cultivation record, and the jurisdiction is loose. Dao Tingsi is generally reluctant to intervene, because even if they help unregistered cultivators, it is not considered a merit..."

"I can only ask the Gu family to look for them near Yanshui River and around the small fishing village..."

"But there are no clues in these places."

"If they are not outside, they are still in the small fishing village."

"From this point of view, Guo Jianglong may have captured the two children and put them in the stronghold you mentioned. Now we need to find the entrance to the stronghold as soon as possible..."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

He actually knew where the entrance to the "stronghold" was a long time ago, but he couldn't say it now.

Mo Hua thought about it and decided: "I will go to the small fishing village again during the day off."

Gu Changhuai: "I will also take some time to go..."

Mo Hua was about to say yes, but suddenly paused and said thoughtfully:

"Uncle Gu, you are a third-grade manager and you are busy on weekdays. Don't come over for now. I will tell you when I find the entrance."

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and said:

"That's good."

Although he is a Jindan cultivator, he may not be much more "professional" than Mo Hua in finding people.

With Mo Hua's cleverness, if he can't find it, Gu Changhuai doesn't think he will definitely find clues.

After going through all kinds of things, Gu Changhuai is not too worried about Mo Hua's safety.

Except for encountering a demon cultivator like Huo Buddha who is at the peak of foundation building and almost invincible below Jindan, otherwise in the second-grade state boundary, or in a small fishing village, Mo Hua should not be in too much danger.

Even if he really encounters danger, with this child's skills, it should be more than enough to protect himself.

Gu Changhuai didn't doubt him, so he just followed the routine and said:

"Then you should be careful."

"Yes."

After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua thought of Old Yu, who was trying to find a way out for his two grandsons, and couldn't help sighing.

The hemp rope tends to break at the thin part, and bad luck only bullies the unfortunate.

In this world, the more miserable people are, the more miserable they will be.

"I hope that Uncle Yu's two grandsons were not really taken to the bottom of the well covered with blood mist by the dragon crossing the river..."

When it was the ten-day break, Mo Hua went to the small fishing village again.

Originally, during this ten-day break, he wanted to go to Kushan first, meet his old friend Huang Shanjun in the ruined temple, chat with it, and then ask indirectly if there is any way to deal with the evil god, or what matters need to be paid attention to.

But it's too late now.

If it's a little later, Old Yu's two little grandsons may really not even have bones left.

I'll go to Huang Shanjun later.

Mo Hua left Taixu Gate early, took a carriage, passed through Qingzhou City, and then drove along the main road to the Yanshui River. It was noon when he arrived at the small fishing village.

In the small fishing village, there was much less smoke from cooking. Most of the fishermen did not care about eating, but scattered around, shouting "Xiao Shun'er" and "Xiao Shui'er"...

Xiao Shun'er and Xiao Shui'er were the nicknames of the two grandsons of Old Yu.

These fishermen were helping to find the two grandsons for Old Yu.

Although the small fishing village was poor, they lived together in the same village, eating and living together, and they were more humane.

Some fishermen, even though they had a grudge against Old Yu, would still help find the children.

The children were innocent.

They worked less for two days, but they were just hungry.

But if the children were lost, it would be two living lives. Their own flesh and blood would never see each other again in this life, and no one would feel good.

Mo Hua sighed.

He thought about it and went to Old Yu's house first.

There were several old monks in Old Yu's house. They looked very old, with gray hair and skinny. They should be the elders of the village.

Old Yu sat under the eaves, his eyes were numb and he was lost.

His shoes were worn out. He was obviously a foundation-building monk and his body was not weak, but he didn't know how long he had walked and where he had walked. His soles were cracked and even bleeding.

"...Take a rest..."

"Take your time... There's no rush."

Several old men were comforting him.

But I am as old as a piece of wood, and I feel like I have never heard of it.

It wasn't until Mo Hua entered the door that Old Yu's numb eyes turned, and various expressions of regret and hatred appeared on his ashen face.

"I was wrong……"

Old Yutou looked at the ink painting and shed tears.

"Little Master, it was my fault. I shouldn't have disobeyed you..."

"I'm too greedy."

Old Yutou slapped himself hard, "Why am I... greedy?"

"I deserve to die..."

Old Yutou's eyes were red and he looked remorseful.

When several old men around him heard this, they looked shocked and looked at each other.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked softly:

"Uncle Yu, what happened?"

Old Yu lowered his eyes with a tangled expression. Finally, all the strength in his body seemed to be exhausted. He no longer persisted and sighed dejectedly:

"I listened to what you said that day, young master, and I thought it was very reasonable. People cannot be dissatisfied and cannot ask for more from the River God."

"I plan to never raise blood fish, make sacrifices to the river god, or make wishes to the river god..."

"I have obviously made plans and made up my mind...but when I dreamed at night, my two little grandsons had obviously entered the sect, but because of their humble background, they were laughed at, humiliated, and oppressed by the children of the aristocratic families. You have to be forced to do things for them and be their lackeys..."

"In the end, Xiao Shui'er couldn't bear the humiliation and silently...committed suicide..."

"And his brother, Xiao Shun'er, wanted to avenge his younger brother, but was no match for those disciples from aristocratic families, and was beaten to death..."

"After he was beaten to death, his body was completely corroded by black poison and was beyond recognition..."

When Mo Hua heard this, his scalp went numb and his heart felt horrified.

"Is this..."

Old Yutou didn't know what Mo Hua was thinking, but continued:

"My little grandsons are just gone..."

"When I woke up, I was startled into a cold sweat. Only then did I realize that I had thought simply. The water in the sect was too deep. I, a casual cultivator, knew nothing about it."

"Eight thousand spiritual stones are not a small amount for us casual cultivators. But for aristocratic families and sects, it is just a drop in the bucket."

"These spiritual stones are far from enough to give my two little grandchildren a good future."

"But it's no use to me. I am a foundation builder because I am old and lucky. I have a lucky break. I have no monastic inheritance and no other abilities..."

"I still have no choice but to...beg the river god."

Old Yutou looked miserable.

Mo Hua had a guess in his mind and sighed: "Then what?"

"Then..." Old Yutou's tears flowed down again, "Then, I suffered retribution. I was too greedy..."

"The river god blamed me."

"It punished me by taking away my two little grandchildren."

"My two little grandsons will never come back..."

The old man's expression was ashen.

Mo Hua frowned.

Suddenly an old man exclaimed: "Sacrifice to the river god? You..."

His pupils widened and he said in a trembling voice: "You... what are you using as a sacrifice?"

The old man's reaction shocked everyone around him.

Old Yutou didn't know why, and said in a hoarse voice: "A small blood-red fish..."

The old man turned pale instantly and said in shock: "What a disaster..."

Mo Hua was startled and quickly asked the white-haired old man:

"Grandpa, what is the origin of this blood-red fish?"

The old man's eyes were horrified, "This is a sign of destroying the village..."

Several other people looked a little confused.

"You don't know..." The old man's eyelids trembled and his voice was cold:

"I have lived for three hundred years. A long time ago, I heard someone say that there used to be a fishing village in our area..."

"That fishing village is bigger than ours, and there are many more fishermen in the village than us."

"Everything went smoothly at the beginning. Although the fishing village was not rich, it had no problem with food and clothing."

"Later, for some unknown reason, people kept dying in the river, and the fishermen cultivators were terrified."

"Afterwards, someone passed by and told them that they had offended the River God, and the River God had punished them."

"You must dig a well, nourish the fish with human blood, and then throw it into the well to offer it to the river god."

"In this way, the river god will forgive everyone after receiving faith."

"Everyone was hesitant, so they followed suit, and sure enough, no more people died in the river."

"But after being raised like this, everyone found that the people in the village seemed to have problems. Their eyes were dull and their reactions were slow. They were a bit like the 'walking zombies'..."

"It's like... something has eaten your brain..."

The old man's voice trembled slightly, as if he was still frightened.

"Later, for some unknown reason, the entire village disappeared..."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank, "Disappear?"

The old man nodded, "Yes, everything is gone. Everyone is gone. The whole village is gone. No one knows what happened..."

"At the same time, there will be heavy fog in this ten-mile radius area at night, making it difficult to see even if you stretch out your hand."

"Anyone who dared to walk into the fog never came out."

Mo Hua's expression became solemn and thoughtful.

"Oh, no," the old man suddenly paused and said suddenly, "I remember, there was a person who came out..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Who?"

The old man shook his head, "When I was young, I heard what some elders said, but how could I know who it was?"

"I just heard that the monk carried a sword on his back and had long eyebrows. He ignored everyone's dissuasion and walked straight into the fog."

"Everyone thought he was dead, but they didn't expect that near dawn, he walked out alive."

"It's just that there are no injuries on his body, but his face is a little pale, as if he has experienced a hard battle and is seriously injured."

"After he came out, he gave two instructions: First, everyone should not enter this blood mist again, otherwise life or death will be unpredictable; second, don't raise a kind of blood-red fish, otherwise the village will be destroyed... "

"It's just that what he said is a bit strange."

"A heavy fog is a heavy fog, and there is no blood. Where can there be blood fog?"

The old man shook his head and continued: "However, although the monk carrying the sword does not know his cultivation level and origin, he is definitely not an ordinary person, so everyone passed down his words..."

"Afterwards, the fog gradually subsided, and the former fishing village has completely disappeared."

"It took another nearly a hundred years before this small fishing village was built."

"But the monks in the past were dying and getting old. The two sentences left by the sword-carrying monk are rarely known, and they don't know the terrible taboos in them..."

The old man looked sighing with emotion.

When the others heard this, they also looked panicked.

But some people don't believe it, "How can a disaster that destroys a village be so mysterious?"

"I don't know where I heard the rumors..."

"That's right, there are so many gods and disasters. Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi probably fell into the water and were taken away by the water demon..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you are taken away by a water demon, can you still survive?"

"In my opinion, he must have been abducted by human traffickers. Maybe he will be able to find him back in a few days..."

"The traffickers kidnapped me, how can I find them?"

"Lao Yutou, don't worry. It's probably just two children who were having fun and got lost. Maybe one day they will come back by themselves..."

…

The monks around him were comforting Lao Yutou.

Old Yutou shook his head with a sad expression and said firmly: "It's the River God..."

"It was my greed that angered Lord River God. My two little grandsons were taken away by Lord River God and will never come back..."

"I have nothing in this life..."

"No more thoughts at all..."

Old Yutou's eyes were numb and his expression was desperate, as if he had exhausted all hope in this life and was instantly crushed by the cruel reality.

Mo Hua's pupils trembled.

He found that Lao Yutou's will power seemed to be drained away.

At the same time, there seemed to be something in the fish tank in the house that was rapidly expanding and growing twistedly...

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, and he condensed a golden light with his finger, shot out of the air, went straight into the house, and instantly smashed the small fish tank that Old Yutou used to raise blood fish to pieces.

The fish tank shattered and the river flowed all over the place.

A red monster jumped out directly.

It has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and its body is covered with scales. Its cheeks have turned into hands and feet. Its two eyes are hollow and numb, and it walks upright like a human.

It is the blood fish raised by Lao Yutou.

Mo Hua said to Lao Yu and the others: "Back off!" Then he raised his hand and fired several fireballs, which exploded on the bloody fish demon.

The fireball was not very powerful, but it hit the evil fish demon and only caused it to stagger.

The bloody fish demon Jie Jie laughed wildly, looking deformed and arrogant.

Mo Hua pointed his finger, and several fireballs whizzed away.

The fish demon seemed to be gradually getting used to this body, its movements became more agile, and it dodged the fireballs one by one. Then it looked at Mo Hua with a somewhat ferocious and contemptuous expression.

Mo Hua looked calm and still used the fireball technique.

These fireballs were also dodged by the fish demon, but they exploded on the ground, raising some smoke and dust.

The ink painting was covered by the smoke and dust, and the fingers were dotted, and the ink was controlled by the consciousness. The painting formed a formation, and several second-grade earth fire formations were quickly manifested near the fish demon.

The technique of ink painting is fast and subtle.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, when the fish demon noticed the dense fiery red formations under its feet, its ugly pupils suddenly widened.

But it was too late.

Fierce flames exploded, engulfing the fish demon directly.

A wailing sound sounded, and the newborn fish demon was directly blasted into a pool of blood mist by several earth fire arrays.

Several elderly monks around him looked shocked and had no idea what was going on. The fish demon was killed by Mo Hua.

But even though the fish demon is dead, the blood mist still remains.

Mo Hua took a step forward and approached the blood mist. As expected, the blood mist penetrated directly into Mo Hua's mouth and nose.

After Mo Hua swallowed the blood mist, he immediately meditated on the spot and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the bloody fish demon appeared again.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness of the ink painting, it laughed wildly, its eyes like dead fish kept turning, revealing its hunger and thirst, thinking that it had arrived at its own home court.

But the next moment, the figure of Mo Hua appeared.

The fish demon was stunned and had no time to react.

Mo Hua's body was glowing with golden light. He stretched out his little hand and grabbed the fish demon's throat. Then he squeezed it with his bare hands. In just a moment, he squeezed the little fish demon to death.

After that, Mo Hua exited the sea of ​​consciousness and opened his eyes.

The courtyard was very quiet.

Those old monks were both frightened and confused.

They didn't know what happened, let alone what Mo Hua did.

In Lao Yutou's eyes, in addition to fear and confusion, there was also the remaining, dead despair.

Mo Hua looked unbearable, only then did he understand.

In the miserable life, it gives people a glimmer of hope, and then completely extinguishes this glimmer of hope, thus causing greater despair.

This kind of despair will instantly drain people of their "hope" to live. It is an extremely strong and painful will.

This is also the best sacrifice for the evil god.

Mo Hua looked at the "walking zombie" old Yutou, sighed and said: "The River God is fake."

Old Yutou's eyes turned numbly.

Mo Hua said: "There is no river god at all, and this is not a sacrifice. The fish you raise are actually of no use at all. This kind of fish is just an ordinary 'water demon'..."

"Your grandson was not taken away by the river god, but by the 'human traffickers'."

"This human trafficker, Daotingsi has been tracking him for many days."

Only then did Lao Yutou slowly come back to his senses, "Dao Tingsi?"

Mo Hua nodded and took out his Daotingsi bronze waist badge, "Actually, I am from Daotingsi. I came to this small fishing village because there are traffickers hiding in your village, but you didn't notice it..."

"Your two grandsons were the victims of human traffickers."

"Daotingsi already has clues and is sending people to investigate. You don't have to worry. The results should be available soon..."

Old Yutou's eyes gradually regained their luster.

He used all his strength to get up and kowtow to Mo Hua, "Thank you, please, young master..."

It's just that his will power was extracted and his consciousness was devoured too much. His whole face turned pale and he was extremely weak.

Mo Hua helped him up and whispered:

"Daotingsi is investigating this matter secretly. We can't alert others. Don't tell anyone about it..."

Old Yutou nodded solemnly.

His two little grandsons were taken away by human traffickers, not by the river god, so there is still hope, there is still hope...

There was another trace of longing and hope in his eyes.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

Although he was captured by human traffickers, in fact...

It's no different than being captured by an evil god.

After that, Mo Hua left Lao Yutou's home and walked in the small fishing village, thinking deeply in his heart, and began to think about the next plan.

I have to go to the bottom of this well no matter what.

And listening to the conversation between the old men in this small fishing village just now, he finally knew what was at the bottom of the well.

Mo Hua's heart felt slightly cold, and his expression gradually became serious.

If the rumors I heard just now are correct, then this well should be the entrance.

It leads to the fishing village that was contaminated by the evil god hundreds of years ago and disappeared entirely...