There are no parasites of evil gods.

I didn't find any strongholds of evil cultivators or demon cultivators, or demon temples like the Bishan Demon Cave.

There isn't even an altar.

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary small fishing village.

Of course, if it is really ordinary, it would be a good thing...

The ink painting has a solemn expression.

Hunting requires patience, so he decided to wait.

So Mo Hua came to a big tree outside the small fishing village, used the Water Step, covered the soles of his feet with spiritual power, adsorbed the tree trunk, and walked vertically up to the top of the tall tree with his little hands on his back.

After that, Mo Hua crossed his legs and sat upright on the tree branch, staring at the small fishing village with bright eyes.

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

Mo Hua sat like this and stared at it until night.

The night was hazy, like a layer of black veil, slowly covering the small fishing village.

Everything became dark.

The sky was dark, there were no stars, and only half of the moon hung. The moon was cold and desolate.

I stared at it all afternoon and found nothing, but at night, the sleepy-looking ink painting suddenly became energetic.

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

Sure enough, nearly an hour passed.

The night is getting darker, and most of the fishermen in the village have turned off their lights, leaving only a few dim fishing fires dotting the night.

Lao Yutou's home.

Lao Yutou, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes.

He looked around and saw that his family members were all asleep, so he got up softly, tied the small fish tank containing the "Red Water Carp" with a hemp rope and carried it on his back, then hunched over and walked out.

The door of the house walked into the night.

The ink painting in the distance had a focused gaze, and then he walked down from the big tree lightly, hiding his figure, blending into the night, and quietly followed behind Lao Yutou.

The small fishing village in the night was so quiet that it was almost eerie.

Old Yu was hunched over and carrying a fish tank on his back. At night, his figure looked hazy, like an old river monster crawling out of the river.

He kept walking forward.

The ink painting followed quietly.

After walking to the back of the village, in an empty courtyard with few people and no one living there, Old Yutou stopped.

There is a well in the yard.

The well is made of forest-white stones, which look pale when the moonlight shines on them.

Old Yutou put the fish tank down, unsealed it, and took out several blood-red fish with sharp teeth and weird fins.

It is very similar to the fish in the ink painting dream.

Although Mo Hua is not a fisherman and cannot identify the specific species, he knows that this is definitely not a carp.

Old Yutou respectfully threw these small blood-red fishes into the well, then knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said piously:

"Lord River God is here, Lao Yutou is here to fulfill his wish..."

"Thank you to the River God for your blessing..."

Old Yu kowtowed three more times and said gratefully:

"That day, there were strong winds and waves. Half of my body, Lao Yutou, fell into the river and I almost died. Fortunately, with the blessing of the river god, I managed to turn the bad luck into good luck. I still survived and caught that one. It's the best."

The golden lotus and three-color carp..."

"With this fish, the future of my two little grandchildren will be secure. Finally, there are people in our family who don't have to spend their lives in ups and downs, risking their lives to make a living..."

Old Yutou sighed, "It's just that the fish was almost robbed later, but it was okay..."

"Fortunately, there was another 'little nobleman' who came to my aid, fought off the Wang family's thugs, and even bought my fish..."

"This little noble man is a good man. I am very lucky, Old Yutou."

"But thinking about it, these are all thanks to Lord River God. It was Lord River God who led this little noble man to save me..."

Old Yu kowtowed a few more times, then clasped his hands together and said:

"Lao Yutou has no other wishes after that... I just ask the Lord River God to bless my two little grandchildren so that they can join the sect smoothly..."

"I don't want to be rich or successful in spiritual practice, but I want to make a living. I won't have to deal with the wind, waves and water monsters anymore. I want to live a peaceful life, and I will die without regrets when I am old..."

"Lord River God, I can give you whatever you want."

"Please..."

"I will keep this 'blood-red fish' well. When it is fattened and grown, I will offer it to you..."

After Old Yutou finished speaking, the sound of water suddenly came from the well, and a faint scarlet color flashed by, and then everything calmed down.

It seemed like something was enjoying the sacrifice.

The fish died and its blood melted into the well water.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

It's well water!

If what he expected was true, all the monks in the small fishing village would be eating from this well.

Old Yutou threw the little bloody fish into the well, polluting the water.

If a fisherman in a small fishing village eats well water, he is like everyone else and has been polluted by the evil god.

And I... it was at Lao Yutou's house that I drank fish soup made from well water, and that's why I was polluted by the evil thoughts of the evil god.

So at midnight, I couldn't help but immerse myself in the painful nightmare weaved by the evil god...

No, it's not a nightmare "woven" by the evil god...

Mo Hua glanced at Lao Yutou, who kept kowtowing, and sighed in his heart.

It should be a nightmare "weaved" by all the poor fishermen in the small fishing village based on their own personal experiences...

Old Yu put his head into the well, sacrificed the little bloody fish, and then sealed the fish tank again.

There are still some fish in the fish tank that have not yet been raised. After some time and careful raising, they can be put into the well.

After the matter was done, Lao Yutou stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard a crisp voice in the silent night.

"Uncle Yu..."

Old Yutou was startled suddenly, his feet slipped due to fright, and he fell to the ground.

After he struggled to get up and looked around in panic, he saw a small figure slowly emerging from the dark night not far away.

This figure is very familiar.

Under the cold moonlight, Old Yutou discovered that this figure was the "little nobleman" who helped him repel the Wang family monks a few days ago and also bought his own three-color carp.

It's just that at this time, this little nobleman no longer looked so friendly and amiable.

The moonlight shone on his face, a cold white color.

His eyes also had an elusive depth.

Old Yutou looked back at the well, then at the ink painting in front of him, his voice was trembling, "You, little brother... have you seen everything?"

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

Old Yutou looked struggling and suddenly begged:

"Please, please don't tell anyone..."

Mo Hua was silent.

"You must not let others know about this..." Old Yutou said in horror, "Otherwise, everything I have done will be in vain, my two grandsons will have no future, and I will also be killed by the river.

Lord God punishes..."

"Please..."

Mo Hua still didn't say a word.

Old Yutou begged for a moment more, but when he saw that the ink painting was indifferent, anger gradually surged in his heart. His eyes turned blood red at some point, and his words were a little distorted, not like a human voice, but more like the cry of a fish demon.

He lost his mind, looked ferocious, and suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua.

"If you don't promise me, I want you to die!"

But as soon as he rushed in front of the ink painting and saw the compassionate eyes of the ink painting under the moonlight, Old Yutou was suddenly agitated again.

Scenes of memories come to mind.
To be continued...