Chapter 1129 - 1129 689 Rumors_3

Chapter 1129: Chapter 689 Rumors_3 Chapter 1129: Chapter 689 Rumors_3 “Just his words, they were somewhat strange.”

“The huge fog is just fog, not having any tinge of blood, how could it be a blood fog?”

The old man shook his head, continuing to say: “However, this sword-carrying cultivator, though his cultivation and origin were unknown, was definitely no ordinary individual, and hence, his words were passed down…”

“Afterwards, the dense fog gradually subsided, and the fisherman’s village that once was had vanished completely.”

“Nearly a century passed before this current small fishing village was established.”

“As for the previous cultivators, those who died, died; those who aged, aged; only very few people still knew of the two phrases left by the sword-carrying cultivator, and had absolutely no knowledge of the terrifying taboo within…”

The old man looked emotional.

Upon hearing this, everyone else also looked panicked.

Yet there were some who didn’t believe, “An annihilation catastrophe, how could it be so mystical?”

“Just gossip heard from somewhere…”

“Exactly, how could there be so many gods and catastrophes; Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi probably just fell in the water and were snatched away by a water demon…”

“What are you talking about? Snatched by a water demon; wouldn’t they be dead?”

“In my opinion, it is likely they were abducted by traffickers, maybe we will find them in a few days…”

“Taken away by traffickers, then how could we find them?”

“Old Yu, don’t worry, it’s probably just two kids who were too playful and got lost; maybe one day, they’ll return on their own…”

…

The surrounding cultivators were consoling Old Yu.

Old Yu, however, shook his head in deep distress, resolutely saying, “It’s the River God…”

“It’s my greed, I’ve angered the River God. My two grandchildren were taken by the River God, never to return…”

“I’ve lost everything in my life…”

“I have no desires left…”

Old Yu’s gaze was numb, his expression desolate, as if all hopes in his life were instantly crushed by cruel reality.

Mo Hua’s pupils shuddered.

He noticed that Old Yu’s vitality seemed to be sapped.

Meanwhile, inside the fishtank in the house, something seemed to be swelling rapidly, twisting as it grew…

Mo Hua’s gaze turned cold, and with a flick of his fingers, he produced a Golden Light that shot directly towards the house, instantly shattering the small fishtank that Old Yu used to rear Blood Fish.

With the fishtank shattered, river water spilled all over the ground.

A red demonic creature sprang out.

It had sharp teeth and a vicious mouth, covered in scales, its gills had turned into limbs, and its two eyes, empty and numb, stood upright just like a human.

It was the Blood Fish raised by Old Yu.

Mo Hua warned Old Yu and the others: “Step back!” He then raised his hand and fired several fireballs, hitting the crimson fish demon.

The power of the fireballs was not large; hitting the bizarre fish demon, it only staggered slightly.

The blood-colored fish demon laughed crazily, its appearance grotesque and defiant.

Mo Hua pointed his fingers, and several more fireballs whooshed forth.

The fish demon seemed gradually accustomed to its body, its movement more agile, dodging the fireballs one by one, and then looked towards Mo Hua with a touch of ferocity and disdain.

Mo Hua remained calm, continuing to use the Fireball Technique.

These fireballs too were dodged by the demon but exploded on the ground, raising some dust.

Mo Hua took advantage of the dust as cover, pointing in the air; using Divine Sense Control Ink, Drawing Ground into Formation, rapidly materialized several Second Grade Earth Fire Formation near the fish demon.

Mo Hua’s movements were quick and stealthy.

As the dust dissipated, and the fish demon noticed the densely packed fiery Formation Patterns under its feet, its ugly pupils abruptly widened.

But it was already too late.

Fierce flames burst forth, completely engulfing the fish demon.

A wail sounded as the newly born fish demon was directly blown into a mist of blood by several Earth Fire Formation.

The older cultivators nearby were shocked, completely unaware of what had just happened, as the fish demon had been slaughtered by Mo Hua.

Though the Water Demon was dead, the blood mist remained.

Mo Hua took a step forward, approaching the blood mist, which indeed entered his nostrils and mouth as he had predicted.

After swallowing the blood mist, Mo Hua immediately sat down and immersed his Divine Sense into the Sea of Consciousness.

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, the bloody Water Demon materialized again.

It cackled madly within Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, its dead fish-like eyes constantly moving, revealing a thirst, believing it had come to its home field.

But the next moment, Mo Hua’s figure appeared.

The Water Demon was startled, not yet able to react.

Mo Hua’s body radiated Golden Light, he stretched out his hand and grasped the Water Demon’s throat, then with bare hands squeezed, and in an instant, killed the little Water Demon.

Afterward, Mo Hua exited the Sea of Consciousness and opened his eyes.

The courtyard was very quiet.

The elderly cultivators were both frightened and bewildered.

They didn’t understand what had happened or what Mo Hua had done.

And in Old Yu’s eyes, besides shock and bewilderment, there was also lingering, deadly despair.

Mo Hua’s expression softened, now understanding.

In a life of hardship, to give people a glimmer of hope, and then to completely extinguish it, creating even greater despair.

This kind of despair would instantly drain the “hope” for living, and it was an extremely intense and painful force of will.

This was also the best offering for the Evil God.

Mo Hua looked at Old Yu, who was like a ‘Walking Dead’, sighed, and said, “The River God is fake.”

Old Yu’s gaze woodenly shifted a bit.

Mo Hua continued, “There is no River God at all, your sacrifices were useless, the fish you raised are just regular ‘Water Demons’…”

“Your grandson was not taken away by the River God, but by ‘human traffickers’.”

“The Taoist Court has been tracking this trafficker for many days.”

Only then did Old Yu slowly come back to his senses, “Taoist Court?”

Mo Hua nodded and took out his Bronze Taoist Court badge, “Actually, I am an official from the Taoist Court. I came to this small fishing village because there are traffickers hiding here that you didn’t notice…”

“Your two grandsons were the victims of these traffickers.”

“The Taoist Court already has some leads; they are dispatching people to investigate. You don’t need to worry; there should be results soon…”

Gradually, hope rekindled in the depths of Old Yu’s eyes.

He gathered all his energy, got up, and kowtowed to Mo Hua, “Thank you, I beg you, young master…”

But his divine will had been drained too much, and he had been severely weakened, his face pale.

Mo Hua helped him up, gently instructing:

“This matter is being covertly investigated by the Taoist Court; do not alert anyone by discussing it…”

Old Yu solemnly nodded.

His two grandsons, grabbed not by the River God but by human traffickers, there was still hope, still hope…

A new desire, a longing for life, appeared in his eyes.

Mo Hua sighed internally.

Although it was human traffickers that took them…

It was not much different from being taken by the Evil God.

Then Mo Hua left Old Yu’s home, walking through the small fishing village, deep in thought, starting to plan his next steps.

He had to visit the bottom of the well no matter what.

And listening to the conversation of the elderly in the village just now, he finally understood what exactly at the bottom of the well.

A chill crept into the bottom of Mo Hua’s heart, his expression gradually turning solemn.

If the rumors he had just heard were correct, then this well should be an entrance.

It leads to, several hundred years ago, that fishing village that was tainted by the Evil God and subsequently vanished…