Immortality Through Array Formations-Chapter 1119 - 686 Water Well_2

Chapter 1119: Chapter 686: Water Well_2

Chapter 1119 -686: Water Well_2

At noon, it was already midday. For lunch, their family had fish soup, just like all the other Fish Cultivators in the small fishing village.

Mo Hua stared at the fish soup, but surprisingly, he didn’t notice anything unusual.

This was just ordinary fish soup.

The soup was made with ordinary Spiritual Fish caught from the Mistwater River,

but Old Yu had a small tank of strange “Crimson Water Carp.”

However, this fish had always been kept sealed, and he had never touched it.

Mo Hua frowned.

*Could I have guessed wrong?*

*Is it not the fish soup’s problem?*

Mo Hua thought for a while, but he still did not enter the village. Instead, he concealed himself and looked around the small fishing village.

The small fishing village was built against a mountain, on a flat land at the mountain’s base, surrounded by woodlands. There was a road nearby, and not far away was the Mistwater River.

Mo Hua wandered around, and he became even more puzzled.

“There is nothing…”

No Divine Statue of the Evil God.

No parasitic objects of the Evil God.

He also hadn’t found any bases of Evil Cultivators or Demon Cultivators, nor places like the Demon Palace of the Bi Mountain Demon Cavern.

There wasn’t even an altar.

No matter how he looked, this was just an ordinary small fishing village.

Of course, if it really were ordinary, that would actually be a good thing…

Mo Hua’s expression was serious.

*Hunting required patience, and he decided to wait a little longer.*

So Mo Hua went to a big tree outside the small fishing village, performed the Water Passing Step, channeling the Spiritual Power under his feet, he ascended vertically, clinging to the trunk, with his hands behind his back, until he sat perched atop the tree.

Afterward, Mo Hua sat cross-legged, watching the small fishing village closely with sharp eyes.

He wanted to see if he could find any more clues.

Mo Hua sat there, watching until nightfall.

The night was dim, like a layer of black gauze, slowly enveloping the small fishing village.

Everything turned dark.

The sky was dim, without stars, only half a moon hanging in the sky, the moonlight was cold and carried a desolate chill.

After staring all afternoon and finding nothing, as soon as night fell, the weary Mo Hua suddenly became alert.

He had a faint feeling that something was about to happen.

Sure enough, another two hours passed.

The night deepened, and most of the fishermen in the village had turned off their lights, with only dim fishing flames dotted the night sky.

At Old Yu’s house.

Old Yu, who had been pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes.

He looked around, saw his family had fallen asleep, and quietly got up. He tied the small fish tank containing the “Crimson Water Carp” with a rope, placed it on his back, hunched over, walked out of the house, and into the night.

From afar, Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed, and he also quietly descended from the big tree, concealing himself, blending into the night, and silently followed Old Yu.

The small fishing village in the night was eerily quiet.

Old Yu, with his hunched back and the fish tank, appeared shadowy at night, like an old river demon crawling out of the river.

He kept walking forward.

Mo Hua quietly followed.

Old Yu stopped at the open courtyard behind the village, a place seldom visited and uninhabited.

There was a well in the yard.

The well was built with ghastly white stones, looking ghastly under the moonlight.

Old Yu set down the fish tank, removed the seal, and took out a few blood-red fish with sharp teeth and unusual fins.

They were very much like the fish in Mo Hua’s dreams.

Despite not being a Fish Cultivator, Mo Hua couldn’t identify the exact type, but he knew these were definitely not carp.

Old Yu respectfully tossed these blood-red fish into the well, then knelt down, kowtowed three times, and sincerely said,

“River God, I am here to fulfill my end of the bargain, Old Yu has come to offer thanks…”

“Thank you, River God, for your blessings…”

Old Yu kowtowed three more times and gratefully said,

“That day the wind and waves were strong, I, Old Yu, was halfway into the river, almost lost my life, but fortunately, with the protection of the River God, I avoided disaster and survived. I also caught a rare Golden Lotus Three-Color Carp…”

“With this fish, my two grandchildren’s future will be secured, and finally, there’s one in our family who won’t spend their life battling the weather and waves for a living…”

Old Yu sighed, “Later on, that fish was almost snatched away by someone, but luckily…”

“Luckily, a ‘little noble’ appeared and helped drive away the Wang family’s dogs and bought my fish…”

“This little noble is a good person, Old Yu was fortunate.”

“However, I think all this was because of the River God’s blessing. It was the River God who guided this little noble to save me…”

Old Yu kowtowed a few more times and clasped his hands together, saying,

“Afterwards, Old Yu has no other wishes… only prays that the River God bless my two grandchildren, so they may smoothly enter the Sect…”

“I do not seek wealth and status, nor success in Tao Cultivation, but only to secure a livelihood, so they won’t have to deal with storms and water demons and can live a peaceful life. Then I, Old Yu, can die without regret…”

“River God, if you need anything, I can offer it to you.”

“I beg you…”

“These ‘Blood-Red Fish,’ I will raise them well, and when they are fattened and grown, I will offer them to you…”

After Old Yu finished, there was suddenly a sound of water from the well, and a faint crimson color flashed, then all was calm.

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The fish had died, their blood mixed into the well water.

Mo Hua was startled and then suddenly enlightened.

*It was the well water!*

*If he wasn’t mistaken, the cultivators of the entire small fishing village drank from this well.*

*Old Yu threw those blood-colored little fish into the well, polluting the water.*