Chapter 689 Rumor


    Although there have been speculations, Mo Hua still felt a little chill in her heart.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly deeper and she asked:


    "How did those two children disappear?"


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


    "Old Yutou''s family thought it was two children who were playful at first and refused to go home, but the night was getting darker and darker, and there was still no sign of the two young grandsons. They realized that something was wrong and searched in the village overnight, but found nothing..."


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


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


    "The fishing practitioner in the village suspected that the two children were playful and rashly approached the Yanshui River and were dragged into the water by the water demon in the river and ate..."


    "But at present, these two children should have been kidnapped by Guojianglong."


    "If I didn''t think of a solution earlier, once these two children were sold by Guojianglong and wanted to save them, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky..."


    Gu Changhuai''s eyes were solemn.


    No...not sold.


    Ink painting feels chilling.


    It is also possible... it was taken as a sacrifice by the Bridge River Dragon and sent to the evil god.


    If so, I may never come back...


    "Has Daotingsi sent someone to find him?" Mo Hua asked.


    Gu Changhuai hesitated for a moment, feeling helpless, "The small fishing village is a mixed cultivator, not in the fairy city. How many monks have no clerks and their jurisdiction is loose. The Daotingsi is generally not willing to intervene, because even if the monks who have no clerks help them, they will not be considered a merit..."


    "I can only ask the Gu family members to find them, near Yanshui River and around the small fishing village..."


    "But there are no clues in these places."


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


    "After seeing this, Zhujianglong may have captured the two children into the stronghold you mentioned. Now we must find the entrance to the stronghold as soon as possible..."


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.


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


    Mo Hua thought about it and decided to say, "I will go to the small fishing village again after tomorrow."


    Gu Changhuai: "I''ll take time to go there too..."


    Mo Hua was about to say yes, but suddenly he paused and thought:


    "Uncle Gu, you are the third-grade dictionary. You are busy on weekdays, so don''t come here first. I''ll tell you when I find the entrance."


    Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and said:


    "It''s good."


    Although he is a Jindan monk, he may not be much more professional than ink painting when looking for someone.


    With the cleverness and cleverness of ink painting, if he couldn''t find it, Gu Changhuai didn''t think he would be able to find clues.


    After experiencing various things, Gu Changhuai was not worried about the safety of ink painting.


    Apart from encountering a demon cultivator who is almost invincible under the golden elixir like Fire Buddha, otherwise in the second-grade state realm or in a small fishing village, ink painting should not be too dangerous.


    Even if you really encounter danger, with this child''s ability, it should be more than enough to protect yourself.


    Gu Changhuai did not doubt that he was, so he only followed the convention and told him:


    "Then be careful."


    "Um."


    After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua remembered Lao Yutou, who was determined to make a living for his two grandsons, and couldn''t help but sigh.


    The hemp rope is broken from the thin part, and bad luck will bully the miserable people.


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


    "I hope Mr. Yu''s two grandsons were not really brought to the bottom of the well covered by blood mist..."


    After the break, Mo Hua went to the small fishing village again.


    Originally, this time, Xunxiu, he wanted to go to Kushan first, meet his old friend Huangshanjun in the ruined temple, chat with it, and then ask if there is any way to deal with the evil gods or things to pay attention to.


    But it''s too late now.


    A little later, Lao Yutou''s two young grandsons may not even be left behind.


    Wangshanjun, let’s go there later.


    Mo Hua left Taixu Gate early, took a carriage and passed by Qingzhou City, and then followed the main road and drove to the Yanshui River. When he arrived at the small fishing village, it was noon.


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


    Xiao Shun''er and Xiao Shui''er are the nicknames of Lao Yutou''s two grandsons.


    These fishermen were helping to find two young grandsons for Lao Yutou.


    Although the small fishing village is poor, it is more humane in the same village.


    Some fishermen, even though they have a rift with Lao Yutou on weekdays, still help find them.


    Children are innocent.


    They worked two days less, but they were hungry.


    But if the child is lost, it will be two living lives. The biological flesh and blood will never be seen again in this life, and no one will feel good.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    He thought about it and went to Lao Yutou''s house first.


    There are a few elderly monks in Lao Yu''s house. They look very old, gray-haired and thin, and they should be the elders in the village.


    Old Yu sat under the eaves, his eyes numb and despaired.


    His shoes have been worn out. He is obviously a foundation-building monk and his body is not weak, but he doesn’t know how long he has walked, and his feet have cracked and even blood has been ground.


    “…You take a break…”


    "Look for it slowly... I can''t hurry."


    Several old men were comforting him.


    But I am old like wood, and I don’t hear it.


    Until Mo Hua entered the door, Lao Yu''s numb eyes turned and all kinds of regret and hatred appeared on his dead face.


    "I was wrong…"


    Old Yu looked at the ink painting and shed tears.


    "Young Master, I was wrong. I shouldn''t have ignored you..."


    "I''m too greedy."


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


    "I deserve to die..."


    Old Yu''s eyes were red and his expression of regret.


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


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly condensed and she asked softly:


    "Uncle Yu, what''s going on?"


    Old Yu lowered his head and looked tangled. In the end, his body''s strength seemed to be exhausted. He no longer insisted and sighed dejectedly:


    "That day, I heard your words from the young master and thought it made sense. People must be content and cannot seek excessive demands from Lord River God."


    "I plan to stop raising blood fish in the future, not to offer sacrifices to the river god, and no longer ask for wishes to the river god..."


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


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


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


    "After being beaten to death, his body was corroded with black poison, and it was beyond recognition..."


    When Mo Hua heard this, her scalp numb and her heart was terrified.


    "Is this..."


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


    "My little grandsons are gone..."


    "After I woke up, I was shocked and sweated all over. Then I realized that I had been thinking simply. The water in the sect was too deep. I, a casual cultivator, knew nothing at all."


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


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


    "But I''m useless. I''m still old and lucky enough to break through. I don''t have the inheritance of Taoism and have no other skills..."


    "I can only... go and ask the river god."


    Lao Yutou looked sad.


    Mo Hua had a guess in her mind and sighed, "What about?"


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


    "The River God blamed me."


    "It took away my two young grandchildren to punish me."


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


    Lao Yu''s expression was dead.


    Ink painting frowned.


    Suddenly an old man shouted, "Sacrificing to the River God? You..."


    His pupils widened and he said in a trembling voice: "What sacrifice did you... use?"


    The old man''s reaction was shocked by the people around him.


    Old Yutou didn''t know why, and his voice hoarsely said, "A blood-red little fish..."


    The old man''s face was pale in an instant and he said in shock: "It''s a big disaster..."


    Mo Hua was stunned and quickly asked the old man with white hair:


    "Grandpa, does this blood-red fish have any origin?"


    The old man looked frightened, "This is a sign of destroying the village..."


    The 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 that there was a fishing village in our area before..."


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


    "It was a good weather at the beginning. Although the fishing village was not rich, it was fine to have enough food and clothing."


    "Later, for some reason, people were always dead in the river, and the fishermen were frightened."


    "After someone passed by and told them that they had angered the river god, and the river **** gave them the punishment." "A well must be dug, raise blood fish with human blood, and then thrown into the well and dedicated it to the river god."


    “In this way, the river **** will forgive everyone after being faithful.”


    "Everyone was skeptical and did what he did. Sure enough, no one died in the river."


    "But as we raise this way, everyone found that the people in the village seemed to have problems, their eyes were dull and their reactions were slow, and they were a bit like a ''walking zombie''..."


    "It''s like... something is eaten by the brain..."


    The old man''s voice trembled slightly, looking like he was still scared.


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


    Mo Hua''s pupils shrank, "Disappear?"


    The old man nodded, "Yes, everything is gone, people are gone, and the entire village is gone, no one knows what happened..."


    "At the same time, there will be heavy fog at night in this ten-mile radius, and you can''t see your five fingers."


    "Anyone who dares to walk into the fog has never come out."


    The ink painting looked solemn, thinking.


    "Oh, no," the old man was stunned and suddenly said, "I remember, someone came out..."


    Mo Hua was stunned, "Who?"


    The old man shook his head, "I was also when I was a child. I heard some elders say, how could I know who it is?"


    "I just heard that the monk was carrying a sword on his back and had slender eyebrows. He walked straight into the fog despite everyone''s dissuasion."


    "Everyone thought he was dead, but he didn''t expect that when it was almost dawn, he walked out alive."


    "It''s just that he was not injured, but his face was a little pale. He seemed to have experienced a hard battle and was seriously injured."


    "After coming out, he reminded two words: First, let everyone not get into the blood mist again, otherwise life and death will be unpredictable; second, do not raise a blood-red small fish, otherwise there will be a disaster of destroying the village..."


    "It''s just that his words are a bit strange."


    "High fog is heavy fog, and there is no blood color. How can it be blood mist?"


    The old man shook his head and continued, "But although this monk with a sword carrying no knowledge of his cultivation and origin, he is definitely not an ordinary person. Everyone passed on his words..."


    "After that, the fog gradually faded, and the fishing village that used to be completely gone."


    "It took nearly a hundred years to build the current small fishing village."


    "The monks in the past died, old, and the two words left by the monks with swordsman are already known, and they don''t know at all. The terrible taboos in this..."


    The old man looked emotional.


    When others heard this, they looked panicked.


    But some people don’t believe it, “How can the disaster of destroying the village be so mysterious?”


    "I don''t know where the rumors came from..."


    "That''s right, there are not 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? Can you survive if you are taken away by the water demon?"


    "In my opinion, I should have been kidnapped by human traffickers. Maybe it will be found in a few days..."


    "The human traffickers have kidnapped, how can I find them?"


    "Old Yu, don''t worry, it should be just two children who are playful and get lost. Maybe one day they will come back..."


    …


    The monks around were comforting Lao Yutou.


    Old Yu shook his head with a sad expression and said confidently: "It''s the river god..."


    "It was me who was greedy and angered Lord River God. My two young grandsons were taken away by Lord River God and could never come back..."


    "I have nothing in my life..."


    "I have no thoughts at all..."


    The old leader Yu''s eyes were numb and his expression was desperate, as if he had exhausted all his hopes in this life, and was instantly crushed by the cruel reality.


    The pupils of ink painting shook.


    He found that Lao Yu''s will seemed to be being taken away.


    At the same time, something seemed to be growing rapidly in the fish tank in the room, growing in distortion...


    Mo Hua''s eyes turned cold, and he pointed out a golden light, broke through the air, headed straight into the house, and instantly smashed the small fish tank that Lao Yutou used to raise blood fish.


    The fish tank was shattered and the river flowed all over the ground.


    A red monster jumped out directly.


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


    It is the **** fish that Lao Yutou raises.


    Mo Hua said to Lao Yu and the others, "Go back!", and then raised his hand and fired a few fireballs, exploding on the blood-colored fish demon.


    The fireball was not very powerful, and it hit the evil fish demon, which only made it stagger.


    The blood-colored fish demon laughed wildly, looking deformed and arrogant.


    Mo Hua pointed his fingers, and several fireballs roared away again.


    The fish demon seemed to have gradually gotten used to this body, and his movements became more sensitive. He avoided the fireballs one by one. Then he looked at Mo Hua with a bit of ferocity and contempt.


    Mo Hua looked calm and still used the fireball technique.


    These fireballs were also hidden by the fish demon, but they were blown to the ground, causing some smoke and dust.


    The ink painting uses smoke and dust to cover it, his fingers are empty, and his spiritual sense controls the ink, and draws the ground into a formation. Near the fish demon, several second-grade earth fire formations quickly appear.


    The technique of ink painting is fast and concealed.


    When the smoke and dust dissipated, the fish demon noticed the dense red formation patterns under his feet, his ugly pupils suddenly widened.


    But it was too late.


    The violent flames exploded, swallowing the fish demon directly.


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


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


    But although the fish demon died, the blood mist still existed.


    The ink painting took a step forward and approached the blood mist. The blood mist was indeed as expected by the ink painting, and it directly penetrated into the mouth and nose of the ink painting.


    After Mo Hua swallowed the blood mist, she immediately meditated on the spot, and her spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ??consciousness.


    In the sea of ??consciousness, the blood-colored fish demon appeared again.


    In the sea of ??consciousness of the ink painting, its eyes were laughing wildly, and its dead fish-like eyes kept turning, revealing hunger and thirst, thinking that it had come to its home court.


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


    The fish demon was stunned and had not had time to react.


    Mo Hua''s body shone with golden light. With a stretch of his little hand, he grabbed the fish demon''s throat. Then he pinched the little fish demon with bare hands, and in just a moment, he pinched the little fish demon to death.


    After that, Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of ??consciousness and opened her eyes.


    The yard was very quiet.


    Those elderly monks were both frightened and confused.


    They don’t know what happened, let alone what ink painting does.


    In Lao Yu''s eyes, in addition to being frightened and confused, there is also the remaining despair of deadness.


    Mo Hua looked unbearable, and only then did she understand.


    In a difficult life, people are given a glimmer of hope, and then they are completely wiped out, thus causing greater despair.


    This kind of despair will instantly drain people from living, which is extremely strong and painful.


    This is also the best sacrifice for the evil god.


    Mo Hua looked at Lao Yu''s head like a "walking corpse", sighed and said, "The River God is fake."


    Old Yu''s gaze turned woodenly.


    Mo Hua said: "There is no river **** at all. You are not a sacrifice. The fish you raise is actually useless. This kind of fish is just an ordinary ''water monster''..."


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


    "Daotingsi has been pursuing this human trafficker for many days."


    Only then did Old Yu come to his senses slowly, "Daotingsi?"


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


    "Your two grandsons are the actions taken by human traffickers."


    "Daotingsi has already had clues and is sending people to investigate. You don''t have to worry, it should be a result soon..."


    The eyes of Lao Yutou gradually shone brightly.


    He used all his strength to get up and kowtowed to Mohua, "Thank you, please, young master..."


    But his willpower was drawn, his spiritual sense was swallowed too much, and his whole face turned pale and extremely weak.


    Mo Hua helped him up and whispered:


    "Dao Tingsi is secretly investigating this matter. You can''t alarm the snake. Don''t tell anyone..."


    Old Yutou Zheng nodded heavily.


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


    There was another hint of desire and hope for life in his eyes.


    Mo Hua sighed in her heart.


    Although it was captured by human traffickers, it is actually...


    It''s no different from being captured by the evil god.


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


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


    He finally knew what the old men in this small fishing village had just talked about, now he finally knew what was at the bottom of the well.


    The heart was slightly cold in Mohua''s heart, and his expression gradually became solemn.


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


    What it leads to is the fishing village that was polluted by evil gods hundreds of years ago and disappeared...


    ?Thank you for your rewards from Didi Ding and Du Fengshang~


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    (This chapter ends)