Despite the speculation, Mo Hua still felt a slight chill in his heart.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly and asked:

"How did those two children disappear?"

Gu Changhuai said: "According to the nearby fishing cultivator, the two children were playing in the village in the evening, and suddenly disappeared at night..."

"Lao Yutou's family thought at first that the two children were playful and refused to go home, but as the night got darker and darker, they still couldn't see their two grandsons. Then they realized something was wrong and searched the village all night for something.

None were found..."

"I went to the river to look for it, but I couldn't find it either."

"It's like disappearing out of thin air..."

"The fisherman in the village suspected that the two children were playful and approached the Yanshui River rashly, and were dragged into the water by the water demon in the river and eaten..."

"But at present, it seems that these two children were kidnapped by the dragon crossing the river."

"If we don't think of a way earlier, once these two children are sold by the Dragon Crossing the River, it will be extremely difficult to rescue them..."

Gu Changhuai's eyes were serious.

No... not selling.

The ink painting feels chilly.

It's also possible... that he was used as a sacrifice by the dragon crossing the river and sent to the evil god.

If so, you may never come back...

"Did Daotingsi send someone to look for him?" Mo Hua asked.

Gu Changhuai hesitated for a moment, feeling a little helpless, "The small fishing village is a place where scattered cultivators live together. It is not within the fairy city. There are many monks who have no cultivating status, and the jurisdiction is loose. The Dao Tingsi is generally reluctant to intervene, because even if the monks without status are helped, the superiors will

It’s not considered an achievement…”

"I can only ask the Gu family to find places near the Yanshui River and around the small fishing village..."

"But there are no clues in these places."

"Not outside, just in the small fishing village."

"Looking at it this way, Dragon Crossing the River has probably captured those two children into the stronghold you mentioned. Now we need to find the entrance to the stronghold as soon as possible..."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

He actually already knew where the entrance to the "stronghold" was, but he couldn't say it yet.

Mo Hua thought for a while and decided: "The day after tomorrow, I will go to the small fishing village to have a look."

Gu Changhuai: "I will also take the time to go there..."

Mo Hua was about to say yes when he suddenly paused and said thoughtfully:

"Uncle Gu, you are a third-grade Diansi, and you are also busy on weekdays, so don't come over now. I will tell you when I find the entrance."

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and said:

"That's fine."

Although he is a golden elixir monk, he may not be any more "professional" than ink painting when it comes to finding people.

Yi Mo Hua was so smart and astute that if he couldn't find it, Gu Changhuai didn't think he would be able to find the clues.

After experiencing various things, Gu Changhuai was not too worried about the safety of Mo Hua.

Except for encountering a demon cultivator who is at the peak of his foundation building like Fire Buddha and is almost invincible under the golden elixir, Mo Hua should not be in too much danger in the second-level state boundary or in a small fishing village.

Even if he does encounter danger, with this child's abilities, he should be able to protect himself.

Gu Changhuai had no doubt that he was there, so he just followed the usual instructions:

"Then be careful."

"Um."

After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Old Yutou who was devoted to finding a way out for his two grandchildren.

The hemp rope is broken at the thinnest part, and bad luck only affects the misfortune.

In this world, the more miserable people are, the more miserable their lives will be.

"I hope Uncle Yu's two grandsons were not really taken to the bottom of the well shrouded in blood mist by the dragon crossing the river..."

At the end of the tenth day, Mo Hua went to the small fishing village again.

Originally, during this ten-day break, he wanted to go to Dry Mountain first, meet his old friend Huangshan Jun in the ruined temple, chat with him, and then make some insinuations to ask if there was any way to deal with the evil god, or what he should pay attention to.

of.

But it's too late now.

If it's a little later, Lao Yutou's two little grandsons may really not even have any bones left.

Let’s go to Huangshan Jun’s place later.

Mo Hua left Taixu Gate early, took a carriage, passed by Qingzhou City, and then drove along the road to the Yanshui River. It was noon when he arrived at the small fishing village.

In the small fishing village, there was much less smoke. Most of the fishermen did not bother to eat, but scattered around, shouting "Xiao Shun'er" and "Xiao Shui'er"...

Xiao Shun'er and Xiao Shui'er are the nicknames of Lao Yutou's two grandsons.

These fishermen are all helping to find two grandsons for Old Yutou.

Although the small fishing village is poor, in a village, people eat and live together, and live together day and night, which makes them more humane.

Some fishing cultivators, even though they usually have quarrels with Lao Yutou, will still help find him.

Children are innocent.

They had to work for two days less, but they were just hungry.

But if a child is lost, it means he has lost two living lives. His own flesh and blood will never be seen again in this life, and no one will feel happy.

Mo Hua sighed.

He thought for a while and went to Lao Yutou's home first.

There are several elderly monks in Lao Yutou's house. They all look very old, with gray hair and skinny bones. They should be the elders of the village.

Old Yutou was sitting under the eaves, his eyes numb and soulless.

His shoes were worn out. He was obviously a Foundation Establishment monk and his body was not weak, but he didn't know how long he had walked or where he had walked. The soles of his feet were chapped and even bleeding.

"...You take a rest..."

"Look for it slowly...don't rush it."

Several old men were comforting him.

But I am as old as a piece of wood, and I feel like I have never heard of it.

It wasn't until Mo Hua entered the door that Old Yu's numb eyes began to move, and various expressions of regret and hatred appeared on his ashen face.

"I was wrong……"

Old Yutou looked at the ink paintings and shed tears.

"Little Master, it was my fault. I shouldn't have disobeyed you..."

"I'm too greedy."

Old Yutou slapped himself hard, "Why am I... greedy?"

"I deserve to die..."

Old Yu's eyes were red and he looked remorseful.

When several old men around him heard this, they looked shocked and looked at each other.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked softly:

"Uncle Yu, what happened?"

Lao Yu lowered his eyes with a tangled look on his face. Finally, all the strength in his body seemed to be exhausted. He no longer persisted and sighed dejectedly:

"I listened to what you said that day, young master, and I thought it was very reasonable. People cannot be dissatisfied and cannot ask for more from the River God."

"I plan to never raise blood fish, make sacrifices to the river god, or make wishes to the river god..."

"I have obviously made plans and made up my mind... But when I dreamed at night, my two little grandsons had obviously entered the sect, but because of their humble background, they were laughed at, humiliated, and oppressed by the children of the aristocratic families.

You have to be forced to do things for them and be their lackeys..."

"In the end, Xiao Shui'er couldn't bear the humiliation and silently...committed suicide..."

"And his brother, Xiao Shun'er, wanted to avenge his younger brother, but was no match for those disciples from aristocratic families, and was beaten to death..."

"After he was beaten to death, his body was completely corroded by black poison and was beyond recognition..."

When Mo Hua heard this, his scalp went numb and his heart felt horrified.

"Is this..."
To be continued...