Mo Hua asked: "What boat?"
"It’s... a Flower Boat."
"What Flower Boat?"
The cultivator said: "We are from out of town, we don’t know the boat’s name, just know that it’s full of singing, dancing, and... many women..."
"How do you get on the boat?"
"I don’t know, unless someone leads the way, nobody knows the entrance to board, and getting on the boat is impossible."
Mo Hua nodded and spared him from punishment, then turned to continue asking:
"Who exactly is this ’Big Brother’ you mention?"
He pointed to the whiskery, mouth-tied leading brute, "...shouldn’t be this trash, right?"
The leading brute made muffled sounds, looking angrily at Mo Hua.
"No..." a scar-faced cultivator said.
Mo Hua asked: "Who is he?"
The scarred cultivator looked anxious.
He wanted to say, yet he could not...
Mo Hua roughly understood, after a thought, said: "Alright then, you don’t have to say, I’ll say it, you just need to answer."
The scarred cultivator nodded.
"This Big Brother of yours..." Mo Hua’s gaze was profound, calculating in secret, "is he proficient in water system skills?"
The scarred cultivator showed a look of shock, nodding.
"Has he... killed many people?"
The scarred cultivator silently nodded.
"So is his title... Water Yama?" Mo Hua’s gaze suddenly sharpened.
The leading brute was both anxious and angry, eyes wide open but couldn’t speak.
The scarred cultivator looked at the brute, after a pause, slowly nodded, "Yes."
Indeed!
Mo Hua’s eyes brightened slightly.
Finally caught something!
Afterwards, Mo Hua asked some other miscellaneous things.
These desperate bandit cultivators, after this torment, were no longer desperate, obediently telling everything.
Brothers should share weal and woe.
Whoever spoke slower, whoever would suffer more.
They naturally weren’t willing.
After asking, Gu Changhuai tied them up, then, with Gu An and Gu Quan, separately searched the station.
Gu An walking beside Gu Changhuai, said somewhat sentimentally:
"Young Master Mo is indeed clever, he has many ideas..."
Gu Changhuai’s gaze paused, but his expression seemed somewhat heavy.
Not clever, too clever...
The child, unknown raised by whom, influenced by whom, seeming innocent but with eyes revealing insight into human nature.
Playing with this group of desperate bandit cultivators in the palm of his hand.
Sowing discord, mixing grace and punishment, prying open these bandits’ mouths.
Such methods, many old Supervisors can’t play.
If this child follows the Righteous Dao in the future, it’s all good, but if he strays and becomes a Gui Tao and Demon cultivator manipulating minds, that scene, simply unimaginable...
Gu Changhuai deeply sighed.