Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1120
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The Fish Cultivators of the small fishing village who drank the well water were all contaminated by the influence of the Evil God.
And myself… it was after drinking the fish soup made with well water at Old Yu’s house that my Sea of Consciousness was contaminated by the Evil Thoughts of the Evil God.
Thus, at midnight, I would immerse myself uncontrollably in the agonizing nightmares weaved by the Evil God…
No, it wasn’t the nightmares “weaved” by the Evil God…
Mo Hua sighed as he glanced at Old Yu, who kept kowtowing.
It should be the collective nightmares “weaved” by all the impoverished Fish Cultivators of the village, based on their own personal experiences…
After offering the blood-colored little fish into the well, Old Yu resealed the tank.
There were still some fish in the tank that had not been raised properly; they would be nurtured carefully over the next few days before being introduced into the well.
After completing the task, Old Yu stood up to leave but suddenly heard a crisp voice in the quiet night.
“Uncle Yu…”
Old Yu was startled and slipped, falling to the ground.
After he struggled to get up and looked around in horror, he saw a small figure slowly emerging from the darkness not far away.
The figure was very familiar.
Illuminated by the cold moonlight, Old Yu then realized that this figure was none other than the “noble” who had helped him fend off the Cultivators from the Wang family and had bought his tricolored carps some time ago.
Only now, this noble no longer had a friendly and affable appearance.
The moonlight cast a pale light on his face.
His gaze was unfathomable.
Old Yu turned to look at the well, then at Mo Hua before him, his voice trembling slightly, “You, young brother… have you seen everything?”
Mo Hua slowly nodded.
Old Yu’s face contorted in struggle, then he pleaded:
“Please, I beg you, don’t tell anyone about this…”
Mo Hua remained silent.
“This matter, it must not be known to others…” Old Yu said in panic, “Otherwise, everything I’ve done would be in vain, my grandsons would have no future, and I would be punished by the River God…”
“Please…”
Mo Hua still did not utter a word.
After Old Yu pleaded for a while and saw that Mo Hua was unmoved, anger gradually welled up within him. His eyes, unbeknownst to him, turned blood red, and the words he spoke became twisted, more like the cries of a fish demon rather than a human voice.
He lost his mind, his expression became ferocious, and he suddenly lunged at Mo Hua.
“If you do not agree, I will have you killed!”
Just as he lunged towards Mo Hua, he saw the mournful eyes of Mo Hua under the moonlight, and Old Yu abruptly shuddered.
Scenes from his memory emerged.
Mo Hua drawing Formation for him, driving away the bullying Cultivators from the Wang family, and spending a great amount of Spirit Stones to buy his tricolored carps…
The blood in Old Yu’s eyes gradually faded, the hostility from his face dissipated, leaving only inevitable sorrow.
He slowly knelt down in front of Mo Hua, tears pouring uncontrollably, “I beg you…”
He kept kowtowing.
Life’s hardships forced him to kneel, to continuously kowtow, to keep pleading…
Mo Hua felt a sourness in his heart and sighed, “I promise you.”
Old Yu was stunned.
Mo Hua slowly continued:
“I won’t speak of it, but you must tell me, what exactly happened?”
“Who taught you to raise these blood-colored little fish?”
“Who told you that by raising these fish, your desires would be fulfilled and you’d be free from disasters and misfortunes?”
Old Yu hesitated for a moment, pleadingly looked at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua said, “My word is good. Tell me, and I won’t speak of it. Otherwise…”
A chill and sharpness flashed through Mo Hua’s gaze.
Old Yu’s heart skipped a beat, then remembered how, on that day, two Foundation Establishment Cultivators and several Qi Refinement ones, despite joining forces, were still routed by this young master.
He, a Fish Cultivator unskilled in combat Taoist Skills, stood even less chance against this fearsome young master.
Old Yu sighed deeply, resigned, “Alright, I’ll tell you…”
