When did you get infected?

The first thing that came to mind in Mo Hua was the golden lotus and three-color carp.

"I ate fish and drank soup, so the evil thoughts of the River God invaded the sea of ​​consciousness?"

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and suddenly he remembered something, and his heart tightened.

Yu'er!

Yu'er is the same as himself. After eating this golden three-color carp, if there are evil thoughts of evil gods in his consciousness, then Yu'er's consciousness will also be polluted.

It was already dark at this time. Mo Hua immediately got up without thinking and went to the next door. Before he could knock on the door, the door was already opened.

Wen Renwei stood at the door with a calm face, but he looked a little surprised.

"Little Master Mo?"

Mo Hua immediately said: "I'm here to see Yu'er."

Wen Renwei looked confused, but seeing Mo Hua's anxious expression, he didn't dare to be careless and immediately invited Mo Hua in.

Ink painting entered the door, passed through layers of exquisite and elegant screens, and furnishings made of expensive materials but full of childlike interest, and then arrived at the bedroom inside.

Yu'er was lying on the bed, with saliva in the corner of her mouth, lying on her back and sleeping soundly...

He slept soundly, his consciousness was stable, and there was nothing unusual about him.

Mo Hua's pupils slightly darkened, he released his consciousness, looked at it carefully several times, and made sure again and again that no evil spirits were haunting Yu'er, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But Mo Hua's brows also wrinkled slightly.

"Yu'er is fine..."

"Young Master Mo?" Wen Renwei asked softly, "What's wrong with Master Yu?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay, it's just me being too worried."

Wen Renwei also felt relieved, relaxed his brows, and said solemnly:

"I'm sorry to bother you, young master."

Mo Hua smiled and did not disturb Yu'er's sleep. Instead, he returned to his room and lay in front of the table, meditating.

It was getting late, but Mo Hua didn't feel sleepy at all, and his mind was full of mixed thoughts.

"The golden lotus and three-color carp were boiled into meat and stewed into soup. Yu'er and I both ate it, but Yu'er didn't do anything wrong..."

"That means it's not the problem with the three-color carp."

"It's not a problem with the three-color carp, what else could it be..."

Mo Hua frowned and carefully recalled the events of the past few days.

From tracking the dragon crossing the river, to entering the small fishing village, Xue Wu, Lao Yutou, the Wang family monks, and finally leaving the small fishing village with a fish basket containing three-color carp...

If what you are looking at is invaded by evil thoughts, you should be able to detect it.

If it’s not something you see, it’s something you smell or eat…

Moreover, it is something different from what Yu'er eats...

"It's not a three-color carp, that's..."

Mo Hua thought for a moment, his pupils narrowed, "Old Yu Tou's fish soup?"

In the past few days, this was the only fish soup that he ate, but Yu'er didn't eat it.

Mo Hua frowned.

I had a meal by myself and drank old Yutou’s fish soup, so I was contaminated by the evil god?

Why?

A pot of fish soup, why is there a problem?

I don’t understand the ink painting.

At this moment, a flash of red suddenly appeared in my mind.

Mo Hua was suddenly startled.

He remembered that Old Yutou placed a small fish tank next to the fish tank with silver-scaled fish. The fish tank was sealed and the contents inside could not be seen. Only a faint hint of red could be seen.

According to Old Yutou, there is a kind of red water carp that cannot be seen in the light.

After Mo Hua thought about it carefully, he realized that the smell of this so-called "red water carp" was very similar to the small bloody fish that invaded his sea of ​​consciousness.

Older than head...

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Looks like I have to go to the small fishing village again when I have time..."

If there is something wrong with Lao Yutou's fish soup, then the entire small fishing village and all the fishing cultivators may have been contaminated by the evil god subtly.

It's just that no one noticed.

The suffering of Yuxiu is the soil of the evil god...

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly found that the corners of his eyes were a little dry, and there seemed to be traces of tears from just now.

Scenes from the dream came to mind again.

Those joys and sorrows, life and death encounters, the hardship of trying to make a living, the despair of being unable to fight and the pain of not being able to stay together despite loving each other...

One by one, they are intertwined in the heart of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

This is just a dream of mine, but it could be the life of many people...

…

Gu Changhuai sent people to keep an eye on the small fishing village, but for several days, no sign of the "dragon crossing the river" was found.

So a few days later, during the tenth holiday, Mo Hua couldn't wait and went to the small fishing village again.

It was noon at this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the fishermen were busy in the village.

From a distance, it looks full of life and nothing special.

But Mo Hua already knew at this time that things were not as simple as they seemed.

After taking a sip of fish soup in a small fishing village, his consciousness was invaded by the evil thoughts of the evil god.

Most of the monks in this small fishing village probably have little blood-colored fish in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Other people’s spiritual consciousness is sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ink paintings cannot enter the sea of ​​other people's consciousness, so naturally they cannot see what is in the sea of ​​other people's consciousness.

He could only look for some clues through appearances...

Mo Hua's pupils were slightly darkened, golden light appeared in his eyes, his consciousness was released, and he scanned the small fishing village carefully, and then he discovered some things that he had ignored before.

The fishermen in the village are working hard to survive despite their hard work and resentment.

But when his eyes turn, his expression will occasionally be confused for a moment, and his eyes will also show a kind of corpse-like numbness.

This seems to be a sign that the consciousness is being devoured...

Mo Hua also saw Lao Yutou.

The same goes for Lao Yutou, his eyes are occasionally dull and numb, but his complexion is much better.

It seems that because of the spiritual stone, he can send his two grandsons to the sect to have a better future and no longer have to live in poverty and hardship for a lifetime. The whole person is like a flashback, full of energy and a radiance in his eyes.

It was already noon, and their family had fish soup for lunch, just like all the other fishermen in this small fishing village.

Mo Hua stared at the fish soup, but surprisingly, he didn't see anything strange.

This is just ordinary fish soup.

The soup is also fished from the Yanshui River, ordinary spirit fish,

Old Yutou actually keeps a small tank of strange "red water carp".

But this fish has been kept sealed and he has never touched it at all.

Mo Hua frowned.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Isn’t it about the fish soup?

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

The small fishing village is built on a flat land at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and forests, separated by a road and not far from the Yanshui River.

Mo Hua walked around and felt even more confused.

"No……"

There are no evangelistic statues of evil gods.
To be continued...