Chapter 1127: Chapter 689: Rumors Chapter 1127 -689: Rumors Although he had already made some guesses, Mo Hua still felt a chill in his heart. Mo Hua looked deeply concerned and asked: “How did those two children disappear?” Gu Changhuai said: “According to the Fish Cultivators nearby, those two kids were playing in the village in the evening, and by nightfall, they just vanished…” “Old Yu’s family initially thought that the two kids were just out playing and refusing to come home, but as night deepened and their grandchildren were still nowhere to be seen, they realized something was wrong. They searched the village throughout the night but found nothing…” “They searched by the river too, also with no luck.” “It was as if they had vanished into thin air…” “The village’s Fish Cultivators suspected that the children, lured by play, had recklessly approached the riverside and were dragged into the water and eaten by the Water Demon…” “But it seems now that the children were likely kidnapped by the Crossing River Dragon.” “If we don’t think of something soon, once those children are sold off by the Crossing River Dragon, it would be almost impossible to rescue them…” Gu Changhuai’s gaze grew solemn. No… not sold off. A chill ran through Mo Hua’s heart. It was also possible… that the Crossing River Dragon had used them as sacrifices for the Evil God. If that was the case, they might never return… “Did the Taoist Court send someone to look for them?” Mo Hua asked. Gu Changhuai hesitated for a moment, somewhat helpless, “The small fishing village is mixed with Loose Cultivators and is not within Immortal City. Many Cultivators are unregistered, supervision is lax, and the Taoist Court generally is reluctant to intervene, because helping the unregistered doesn’t count as a contribution…” “I could only ask people from the Gu Family to look around, near Mistwater River and the surrounding areas…” “But there were no clues in any of those places.” “If they’re not outside, they’re still in the small fishing village.” “Looking at it this way, the Crossing River Dragon most likely took the two children to that stronghold you mentioned. Now, we need to find the entrance to that stronghold as soon as possible…” “Right.” Mo Hua nodded. He actually knew where the entrance to the “stronghold” was, but he couldn’t say it just yet. After some thought, Mo Hua decided: “Two days from now, during my leisure time, I’ll go and take another look at the fishing village.” Gu Changhuai: “I’ll also make time to go once…” Mo Hua was about to agree when he suddenly paused and pondered: “Uncle Gu, you are a Third Grade Supervisor and you’re also busy on your regular days, so don’t come over for the time being. Once I find the entrance, I’ll tell you.” Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and also said: “That might be for the best.” Although he was a Golden Core Cultivator, when it came to searching for someone, he might not be much more “professional” than Mo Hua. With Mo Hua’s intelligence and quick-wittedness, if he couldn’t find them, Gu Changhuai didn’t believe he himself would necessarily be able to find clues either. Having been through various events, Gu Changhuai wasn’t too worried about Mo Hua’s safety. Apart from encountering Demon Cultivators like the nearly invincible Fire Buddha, a Foundation Establishment Peak, below Golden Core, there shouldn’t be much danger for Mo Hua within the Second Grade state boundary, especially within a small fishing village. Even if Mo Hua really did run into danger, with his abilities, self-protection should be more than enough. Gu Changhuai did not doubt his capabilities and followed tradition by merely reminding him: “Then be careful.” “Right.” After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua thought of Old Yu, who was desperate to find a way to save his grandsons, and couldn’t help but sigh. It’s always the weakest point where the hemp rope breaks; misfortune loves to strike those who are already suffering. In this world, the poorer you are, the harsher your life is. “Hopefully, Old Yu’s grandsons were not really taken by the Crossing River Dragon to the bottom of that well shrouded in blood mist…” When his leisure time came, Mo Hua went back to the fishing village. Originally, he wanted to go to Kushan Mountain during this leisure period, to see his old friend, Lord Yellow Mountain, in the ruined temple, to chat and probe indirectly for methods to deal with the Evil God, or for anything he should be aware of. But now there was no time. Any later, and Old Yu’s two grandsons might not even leave bones behind. Lord Yellow Mountain would have to wait for another visit. Mo Hua set out early from Taixu Gate, took a carriage, passed through Qingzhou City, then traveled all the way along the road to the banks of Mistwater River, arriving at the fishing village at midday. In the village, there was much less cooking smoke; the majority of Fish Cultivators had no time for eating as they were dispersed, calling out “Little Shuner” and “Little Shuier”… Little Shuner and Little Shuier were the nicknames of Old Yu’s two grandsons. These Fish Cultivators were all helping, searching for Old Yu’s grandsons. Though poor, the village was a place where people lived and ate together day and night, so there was a stronger sense of community. Some Fish Cultivators, despite having grievances with Old Yu on regular days, still helped look. The children were innocent. These Cultivators could afford to work less for a couple of days, merely going hungry. But if the children were lost, they were two living lives, flesh and blood they would never see again in this lifetime; any heart would ache at the thought. Mo Hua sighed. After some thought, he first visited Old Yu’s home. There were several elderly Cultivators in Old Yu’s house, all appeared to be quite old with white hair and scrawny frames, probably the village elders. Old Yu sat under the eaves, his gaze numb, and he seemed utterly despondent. His shoes were worn through. Even though he was a Foundation Building Cultivator with a formidable body, it was unclear how far or where he had walked; his soles were cracked, even bleeding. “… You should rest a bit…” “Take your time to search… don’t rush.” The old men were consoling him. But Old Yu was as unresponsive as a log, as if he heard nothing. It wasn’t until Mo Hua entered that Old Yu’s numb eyes stirred for the first time, and a face of despair showed an expression filled with regret and hatred.