Chapter 673: 551 Chapter Peer_2
Kill… but cannot kill…
To plant the devil in the Taoist heart… also cannot do…
If he doesn’t eat his fill, he won’t be able to move on…
Gui Tao’s person stood desolate for a long while. There wasn’t any facial expression or movement, but it seemed as if he indeed sighed. Then he turned around and began to walk towards the small noodle shop.
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, and he immediately followed with a beaming smile.
The small noodle shop was run by a couple who were Qi Cultivation Loose Practitioners.
With their low cultivation, they ran a noodle shop by the road to make a living for themselves.
Mo Hua had previously swept the place with his Divine Sense, confirming that it was simply an ordinary noodle shop, and the couple were merely ordinary cultivators.
There were a few patrons, mostly Loose Cultivators from nearby, nothing unusual.
Mo Hua and his companion entered.
The store owner, plain-looking and dressed in coarse clothing, came up to greet them enthusiastically and asked,
“What would the two honored guests like to eat?”
After he finished speaking, just about to glance at Gui Tao’s person,
Mo Hua quickly stepped forward, waved his small hand to draw his attention, preventing him from looking at Gui Tao’s person. Then he took out two Spirit Stones and said with a clear voice,
“Two bowls of noodles, and quick, please!”
Mo Hua had thought it through.
The Spirit Stones for the noodles had to be paid by himself.
With Uncle in this state, it was unlikely he would offer to pay…
He also dared not let Uncle pay…
Uncle’s moods were unpredictable.
If he accidentally angered him and he gave in to planting devil in the Taoist Heart, killing everyone in the small shop, then it would be his own fault.
Seeing the Spirit Stones, the shopkeeper’s eyes brightened, but he also looked a bit troubled:
“Young brother, two Spirit Stones are a bit much, two bowls of noodles don’t cost that much…”
“It’s fine…” Mo Hua waved his hand. “Just add some extra toppings.”
With that, the store owner happily accepted with a thousand thanks.
Watching the shopkeeper’s expression, Mo Hua felt inexplicably emotional.
To him now, two Spirit Stones really weren’t much, but for these low-level Loose Cultivators, it might represent a whole day’s earnings…
In this world, some people are so rich in Spirit Stones that they squander without a second thought.
Others pinch and scrape, carefully living day by day…
Mo Hua sighed.
Gui Tao’s person’s expression shifted slightly, casting a surprised look at Mo Hua.
Afterward, the two of them took their seats.
A few more patrons were scattered inside the shop.
Mo Hua deliberately chose a secluded corner and even used his small body to block Gui Tao’s person so that he wouldn’t watch others and they couldn’t see him.
Gui Tao’s person appeared indifferent, seemingly unconcerned.
These Loose Cultivators were like ants, not worth his attention.
Soon, the shopkeeper brought their noodles over.
The portion of noodles was hearty, and the toppings plentiful—with even two slices of meat.
It looked like Monster Beast meat rather than Spiritual Meat, slightly gamey but not overpowering, not too tender but edible.
Of course, it couldn’t compare with what mother used to make.
But the flavor was good, the noodles aromatic, the soup robust.
Mo Hua was never picky, and famished, he held the bowl and slurped the steaming hot noodles.
After eating for a while, Mo Hua looked up to find that Gui Tao’s person hadn’t touched his chopsticks.
Mo Hua continued to eat the noodles while pondering…
This “Uncle” of his, who planted devil in the Taoist Heart and is using someone else’s body, should be considered a “dead man.”
Of course, a dead man doesn’t need to eat.
Mo Hua frowned, his mind turning to other questions…
Uncle… where was he residing before?
Was he following the traces of my master?