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Without another word, he knelt down, his expression resolute as he pleaded:

“Young Master, let me go too!”

Young Master Mo helped him up and shook his head: “No, it’s too dangerous.”

Yu Dahe remained kneeling, his eyes becoming slightly red, “Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi, they are my own sons…”

Mo Hua sighed, pondered for a long time, and then agreed, “Alright.”

Yu Dahe’s expression brightened, filled with gratitude.

Mo Hua’s mind stirred slightly.

This time, the destination was a fishing village contaminated by the Evil God.

Since he was not a Fish Cultivator and did not understand many of the matters related to Fish Cultivators, bringing Yu Dahe along should be very helpful.

Moreover, the ones being rescued were his two sons.

If these two children could not be saved, Yu Dahe, as a father, would have to endure double the pain of losing his sons; rather than that, it might be better to let him take a chance.

Afterward, Mo Hua, along with Gu An, Gu Quan, and Yu Dahe, went to the well behind the small fishing village.

Gu An had already been observing along the way and now couldn’t help but ask,

“Young Master, is the Crossing River Dragon hidden in this well?”

Mo Hua nodded.

Gu An and Gu Quan exchanged looks.

Yu Dahe also weakly said, “This is the well our village drinks from, people can’t be hidden inside…”

“Just watch…”

After saying this, Mo Hua took out his brush and ink and began to draw a Formation around the well.

Once the Formation was drawn, the Formation Patterns lit up, and the well suddenly trembled, then revealed its true appearance just like that night.

This was a dry well, and indeed, the actual entrance to the Evil God.

At the same time, crimson blood mist gushed out.

However, only Mo Hua could see this kind of blood mist.

The expressions of Gu An, Gu Quan, and the others showed shock; they hadn’t expected the secret to truly be hidden within the well.

However, they couldn’t see the bloody color within the mist, feeling only that the mist had gotten thicker, and their bodies felt cooler; although it was daytime, it felt somewhat gloomy.

Just as Mo Hua was about to go down, he suddenly remembered something.

He recalled that on that night, when the Crossing River Dragon jumped into the well, it was carrying a basket of fish, containing several large dead fish.

Those dead fish had big heads and patterned bodies, and looked somewhat ugly.

Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled.

What was the purpose of the Crossing River Dragon bringing those dead fish?

He pondered for a moment, feeling that since the Crossing River Dragon took them, he definitely needed to bring them too.

When in doubt, it’s always right to learn from others.

Mo Hua took out paper and pen, drew the appearance of those dead fish, and then asked Yu Dahe, “What kind of fish is this?”

Yu Dahe frowned, looked for a long time, and finally remembered, “It should be the Dead Pattern Fish.”

“Dead Pattern Fish?” Mo Hua was slightly stunned, but without asking further, he directly said, “Can you get them?”

“Yes!” Yu Dahe asserted confidently.

Then he ran off to the front of the village without another word and returned about 30 minutes later with three large dead fish, the very gray and ugly “Dead Pattern Fish.”

It looked like they were borrowed from a family in the village.

Mo Hua nodded his head.

Now that the preparations were complete, they could go down the well.

Before descending, Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and then cautioned one more time,

“I’ll say this in advance; this well is extremely dangerous. Once inside, you must obey my instructions thoroughly, without the slightest error, otherwise the consequences could be very dire…”

Yu Dahe was taken aback, then clenched his teeth and solemnly nodded.

Mo Hua also said to Gu An and Gu Quan,

“Little Brother An, Little Brother Quan, the same goes for you.”

Gu An and Gu Quan’s expressions were slightly stern, but they also firmly nodded.

They were born into the Gu Family and served as Court Officials in the Taoist Court, dealing with Sin Cultivators and Evil Cultivators on a regular basis, which was not without risks.

Though not embracing death, they were not the type to fear it.

Moreover, they did not think that their lives were more precious than that of Young Master Mo in front of them.

For Young Master Mo, who was so young and only at the early stages of Foundation Establishment to risk himself, how could the two brothers hesitate?

“Young Master Mo, we’ll listen to you.”

Gu An and Gu Quan said in unison.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, then took a deep breath, looked at the bottom of the well shrouded in a blood mist, deep and impenetrable, and said solemnly,

“Let’s go down.”

“Yes!” Gu An and the others nodded.

Then Gu An and Gu Quan jumped down first.

Yu Dahe, murmuring his two sons’ names in his heart and with a resolute expression, followed closely behind.

Lastly, it was Mo Hua; he no longer hesitated and leapt into the well, the entrance to the Evil God, shrouded in a bloody mist.