Chapter 1111: Chapter 684: Three-Colored Carp Chapter 1111 -684: Three-Colored Carp Mo Hua’s pupils shrank slightly. “Is this… the aura of an Evil God?” This small fishing village houses a sinister Evil God with an aberrant bloodline? Mo Hua’s pupils deepened, and the darkness in the bottom of his eyes was interlaced with white Heavenly Secret pattern, looking around in all directions. But the blood mist enveloped everything, concealing the Heavenly Secrets, consuming cause and effect. The blood-red fishing village was gloomy and desolate, and it was hazy inside, with no knowledge of what was there. “Should I go deeper to take a look?” Mo Hua’s mind seemed to be drawn, and he had just taken a step forward when suddenly a chill ran through his heart, and he abruptly became alert. “Something’s not right.” Mo Hua’s gaze darkened. “Something is enticing me…” I must not go! The fog is hazy with potential dangers, and who knows what is hidden inside. Is there any “Divine Remains” of the Evil God? What level are they? Are there any cultivators parasitized by the Evil God? Are there any followers and minions of the Evil God, and how many? What is their cultivation level? All unknown, and being alone, I absolutely cannot act rashly. Besides, I’m just a little cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage; it’s not embarrassing to be cautious when needed. Mo Hua restrained his curiosity, step by step, slowly retreating towards outside the fishing village. Until he stepped out of the village onto the mud outside, Mo Hua looked again and saw that the blood mist had dissipated. Under the night sky, the little fishing village had sporadic lights, tranquil and peaceful, showing no abnormalities. But Mo Hua’s brow furrowed tighter. “What exactly happened in this fishing village?” The night was still deep, and Mo Hua didn’t dare to step into the darkness of the blood mutation anymore. The Evil God must still be terrifying. The knowledge of cultivators’ Tao Cultivation is complex, just like the profound knowledge of deities’ Divine Way. What Lord Yellow Mountain spoke of the deities’ knowledge that day, Mo Hua understood, but not completely. After all, I am a “human,” not a naturally born “deity,” and know very little about the taboos of deities. To assume that I could disdain the Evil God and slay widely based merely on a few words from Lord Yellow Mountain, that’s absurd. So, caution is still necessary. No fighting unprepared. Mo Hua nodded. This is the basic rule of Monster Hunters when hunting Monster Beasts, and also the principle for my future hunts against Evil Gods. Mo Hua climbed a tree, taking in the whole fishing village at a glance, then suppressed the doubts in his heart and began to close his eyes to nourish his spirit. His Divine Sense also sank into the Sea of Consciousness, practicing Formation on the Taoist Stele as usual. Crossing River Dragon entered the fishing village; the blood mist obscured his traces. But regardless of what he did, he must eventually come out. I’ll just wait at the entrance of the village, not worried about missing him. Mo Hua patiently waited. But until dawn, the eastern sky blanched and the dawn began to break, there was still no sign of Crossing River Dragon in the fishing village. “That’s strange…” Mo Hua murmured. He took another careful look at the fishing village. Now that the sky was brightening, the sunlight breaking through the clouds had already penetrated the moist mist and shone into the fishing village. The village was dilapidated and humble, but as dawn broke and a new day began, the simple houses gradually showed signs of life. Cultivators got up, Fish Cultivators mended nets, children played and cried. Even the smoke of cooking rose. This was a poor yet ordinary fishing village. Completely lacking the eerie air enveloped by the blood mist from last night. Mo Hua didn’t rashly enter the village, still invisible, squatting on a big tree, observing every little aspect of the lives of the Fish Cultivators in the village for a long time, sighing. The life of a Fish Cultivator is really tough. Fish Cultivators are also Loose Cultivators, and no matter where they go, the life of Loose Cultivators is always the same. It’s all about struggling hard just to survive. Beyond surviving, there’s hardly any energy left to consider other things. Eking out a living is hard enough, let alone seeking immortality. Mo Hua felt a slight ache in his heart. And in this little fishing village, besides the ordinary Fish Cultivators, there were no other cultivators’ traces, including Crossing River Dragon, who changed skins to disguise as a rugged man. “Where has Crossing River Dragon gone?” Mo Hua felt puzzled. More time passed, still no trace was found, but it was already noon, with smoke rising again in the village. Generally, the lower class Loose Cultivators who practice Body Cultivation, trained their bodies since childhood, and did physical labor as they grew, needed a more substantial meal at noon to have the energy to make a living. So lunch was more formal than breakfast. Although not well-off, the smells wafting from each household were quite tempting. Mo Hua touched his stomach, feeling a bit hungry. His eyes suddenly lit up when he spotted an acquaintance—it was the elder Fish Cultivator he had helped with the Formation, the one who had invited him over for a visit. This Fish Cultivator was brewing fish soup at home, his family of seven or eight lively gathered around. In the world, eating is of paramount importance. This was also a good opportunity to ask some questions. Mo Hua jumped down from the tree, revealed his figure when no one was around, and walked openly into the small fishing village. Crossing River Dragon had never seen him. The day he was dragged into the small woodland for a beating, Mo Hua did not show his face, and even later when he intercepted halfway, although he showed up, his face was covered. Thus, Crossing River Dragon would not recognize him. Walking openly into the small fishing village, trying to get free meals and drinks, it was unlikely that Crossing River Dragon would suspect that this little cultivator was tracking him. Mo Hua then walked into the small fishing village with ease and a gentle pace. He wasn’t wearing the Taoist Robe of the Taixu Gate, only simple casual clothes, fair and handsome, his brows and eyes amiable, walking into the village as casually as if returning to his own home. The Fish Cultivators along the road saw him being so open and did not suspect anything.