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…