Chapter 583: Conspiracy

Mo Hua sighed when he saw the little dot, which was even smaller than himself, then got a little angry.

Such a small cultivator was being trafficked…

Jiang Laoda and his group of people really deserved to die.

He should have fed them more fireball techniques…

The restaurant was dilapidated, with scorch marks everywhere.

The child looked around, growing more frightened. His small face was pale, and his eyes were glistening with tears, but he still tried hard not to cry.

Mo Hua gently asked, "Are you okay?"

The child secretly glanced at Mo Hua and slowly nodded.

Mo Hua asked, "What's your name?"

The child opened his mouth as if to speak, but then seemed to remember something and shook his head, not saying anything.

Mo Hua was slightly surprised, then understood.

This child probably didn't dare to say his surname.

If he said his surname, his identity would be known, and people with malicious intentions might use it to blackmail his parents.

It was a good thing for such a small child to be vigilant, and Mo Hua didn't mind.

He asked again, "Then what should I call you?"

The child thought for a moment. He saw that Mo Hua's gaze was clear, his eyebrows and eyes kind. Although he was older than himself, he wasn't much older.

Compared to those fierce bad guys, he was much better...

He then timidly said, "Mom and Dad call me 'Yu'er'..."

"Yu'er?"

Like jade.

Naming him this way was probably hoping that their child would be as gentle and smooth as jade in the future.

Mo Hua asked again, "Where are your parents?"

Yu'er's expression was lost, and he shook his head.

It was normal for a trafficked child not to know where their parents were...

The child's face was pale; he was obviously filled with fear these past few days.

Mo Hua felt a little heartache. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then I'll take you to find your parents..."

Yu'er's dim eyes suddenly lit up, containing a humble hope. He looked at Mo Hua blankly:

"Really?"

It seemed he was afraid Mo Hua was lying to him. There was a fragile longing hidden in his gaze.

He had probably been hurt by people's evil intentions after being trafficked and didn't dare to trust others anymore...

"Yes, if you can't be found, your parents will definitely be sad..."

Mo Hua said warmly.

Yu'er's tears then flowed down like pearls. "I... I miss Mom already..."

"Let's go," Mo Hua said.

"Okay," Yu'er wiped his tears and nodded.

Mo Hua hugged him out of the box.

When Yu'er saw the surrounding scene clearly and the cultivators who had died miserable deaths, his small face turned even paler. He looked at Mo Hua:

"These bad guys... were..."

Mo Hua said solemnly, "I don't know who killed them..."

Yu'er was stunned.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then with a serious face, began to talk nonsense: "I came to Qianzhou to study and passed by this place. I originally wanted to find a restaurant to fill my stomach..."

"But as soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw this scene..."

"This group of cultivators was killed by someone, all dead..."

"I noticed there was something wrong with the box, so I opened it and saved you..."

Mo Hua told the story as if he had nothing to do with it.

He was just a passing, unknown, kind-hearted little brother.

Yu'er still looked at Mo Hua suspiciously:

"Really?"

Mo Hua nodded seriously.

Yu'er looked at Mo Hua, then at the corpses on the ground. No matter how he looked, it felt strange.

This child was quite smart...

Mo Hua then said, "Let's go quickly, otherwise your parents will definitely worry about you..."

These words brought Yu'er's thoughts back.

"Okay, okay," Yu'er nodded continuously.

Mo Hua took out a cloak from his storage bag and draped it over Yu'er.

This was a cloak used for concealment, which he and his little senior brother and sister used for stalking in Nanyue City.

It had a concealment array drawn by Mo Hua on it.

Although it was only first-grade, it was enough to cover things up as the sky was getting darker.

It was always better to be careful in case more of these human traffickers came later.

"This is..."

Yu'er was covered by the cloak and a little puzzled.

"Don't ask for now, wear it properly."

"Oh."

Yu'er nodded obediently and awkwardly wrapped the cloak, which was too big for him, around his body.

Suddenly, he looked around, his expression sad again, as if he had some reluctance in his heart.

Mo Hua asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Yu'er looked at the scattered corpses on the ground and said in a low voice, "These people also have parents, right? When they die, their parents... also can't see them again..."

"Won't they... also be very sad..."

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

He hadn't thought that this child's heart was actually so pure, kind, and true...

Jiang Laoda and these people had clearly trafficked him...

Mo Hua thought for a moment and felt that not knowing the evil of human hearts and having a heart that was too pure and good wasn't necessarily a good thing. But this child was only four or five years old. At his age, it was better to be a little pure and good.

This world could accommodate many evil people and many selfish people.

Why couldn't it accommodate a kind-hearted child?

Mo Hua then "kindly" said, "Don't worry, these people don't have parents."

Yu'er was stunned, then shocked:

"Can people also not have parents?"

Mo Hua said, "Generally people do, but some people are different; they don't have parents."

Yu'er's understanding was overturned, and he didn't fully grasp it for a while. But thinking carefully, this passing, kind-hearted brother who saved him didn't seem to have a reason to deceive him.

Yu'er felt better.

Since they didn't have parents, no one would be sad for them when they died...

This could also be considered a good thing...

Yu'er nodded and silently said in his heart:

"It's really too good that these bad guys don't have parents!"

After comforting Yu'er, Mo Hua looked around again and erased all the reasoning, analysis, array patterns, and traces of broken arrays that he had just deduced and calculated.

The box...

Mo Hua thought for a moment and disassembled the box into wooden boards, putting them into his storage bag.

These wooden boards had remaining, unknown arrays on them.

He wanted to collect them and study them when he had time.

Then Mo Hua pointed his finger again, casting a fireball technique, completely destroying the remaining two storage boxes and burning the wood chips all over the ground into charcoal, mixing them together.

Mo Hua's actions were clean and neat, and his speed was very fast. The whole process only took about ten breaths of time.

Yu'er blinked and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, why are you so skilled..."

Mo Hua was stunned, then, without changing his expression, he taught him, "I also learned from a kind uncle. This is how to gain experience when going out..."

"So, children must study hard, otherwise you will suffer a great loss in the cultivation world in the future!"

Yu'er didn't quite understand, but he still nodded seriously.

Everything was packed up, and the traces were also covered.

It was time to slip away.

Mo Hua pulled Yu'er, concealed his figure, and left the restaurant.

A young cultivator in his teens and an even smaller cultivator, hand in hand, walked towards the distant Qingzhou City...

Because the sky was dark and their figures were concealed, no one saw them...

About a cup of tea after Mo Hua left, four or five cultivators in black appeared at the restaurant.

Their faces were covered by black cloth, making them unclear, only their eyes were exposed, revealing a hint of coldness and sinister intent.

However, this hint of coldness and sinister intent turned into astonishment and shock after seeing the current state of the restaurant.

"Where are the people?"

"All dead?!"

Several cultivators in black all took a cold breath.

"Who did this?"

"Don't know..."

"Where are the 'goods'?"

The cultivators in black all released their divine sense to probe around. A moment later, they saw the pile of storage box fragments in the corner of the restaurant.

"Was it... torn up?"

Everyone found it hard to believe.

"That's not right..." A cultivator in black frowned. "There are no remains of flesh and blood..."

"The box isn't right either..."

"What about Master's box?"

"Was it disassembled? Or destroyed?"

"Master's array is on the box. Who can disassemble it? If the person is in the box, and the box is destroyed, the person perishes..."

"Not necessarily, there are many capable people in Qianzhou. Nothing is impossible..."

Several people argued.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Big Brother, what should we do?"

The cultivator called "Big Brother" also wore black clothes. From his clothes, he didn't look special, only his eyes contained sharp light, looking around like an eagle watching a wolf.

The "Big Brother" in black looked around and said in a hoarse voice:

"Jiang Laoda and the others... seem to have been ambushed and are all dead..."

"This time, the 'goods', including the box and the person, were all stolen..."

"Black eating black?" someone doubted.

Others said angrily, "We already made arrangements. Who in the underworld has such guts to dare to eat our 'goods'?"

"People die for money, birds die for food. This time the 'goods' are too valuable, nothing is impossible..."

"Even if it's black eating black, who has the ability to eat it?"

The gaze of the black-clothed big brother sank, wandering over everyone's faces. He thought for a moment and said:

"The ground is warm and scorched in one place. These are the traces of an array..."

"The power of the array is great, but setting it up is troublesome..."

"This indicates that someone knew the news beforehand and set up an array here beforehand, then used the power of the array to ambush and kill the twelve people, including Jiang Laoda!"

"And seized our 'goods' from the tiger's mouth!"

"Master Tuer calculated it. There should be no mistakes, unless..." The black-clothed big brother's gaze was severe, "...there is a traitor among us who leaked the news!"

When these words came out, several people's expressions changed.

"Big Brother, you know my loyalty..."

"Big Brother, I am loyal to you alone!"

"Big Brother, my life is all thanks to you. I even violated my ancestral teachings..."

"Big Brother..."

Everyone rushed to speak generously to show their loyalty.

The black-clothed big brother saw that each of them was sincere, then frowned, withdrew his gaze, and said coldly:

"We'll talk about this matter later. The urgent matter now is to find the 'goods'..."

"The array still has lingering warmth, and the sword energy hasn't completely dissipated, indicating that the battle ended not long ago and the other side may not have gone far..."

The black-clothed big brother thought for a moment and frowned:

"Did you see any suspicious people or small children on the way?"

Others looked at each other.

To cover up, they disguised themselves and rushed from different directions, gathering nearby.

On the road, they were busy rushing and had no time to pay attention to other things, nor did they notice any suspicious people...

The black-clothed big brother scolded in a low voice, "A bunch of trash!"

His eyes were like an eagle's or a wolf's, and he imprinted the scene around him in his mind again, hating so much that he almost broke his teeth.

Just a little bit short!!

Just a little bit short, that young master with a special bloodline would have been in his hands!

Once he was sent to Master Tuer as a blood sacrifice to the god master, he would achieve great merit, and in the future, it would be impossible to be reborn and change his blood!

Stealing a child from a tiger's den and transporting him secretly.

Master Tuer calculated everything perfectly!

He also arranged everything perfectly!

Just a little bit short!

The black-clothed big brother's eyes gradually turned blood red, with blood streaks like cracks, sinister and terrifying. His voice was also hoarse, not like a human voice:

"Let me know who ruined my good deed, and I will eat your flesh raw and drink your blood raw..."

"I won't let you die well. I will eat all your relatives and friends clean!"

The black-clothed big brother's voice was suppressed and hoarse, as if he couldn't suppress the brutal killing intent remaining in his chest.

The other black-clothed cultivators all lowered their heads and hung their hands, their faces pale, trembling and not daring to speak.

The killing intent in the air gradually thickened, even emanating a thick smell of blood.

The black-clothed big brother's face was twisted, his hands trembled, and he took out a wine pot, drank a mouthful fiercely, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then felt a little calmer.

"Chase!"

The black-clothed big brother commanded.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed, saying, "Yes!"

Everyone chased outside.

One of the black-clothed cultivators stepped out, but just as he reached the door, a strong wind rose, and the wind blades were like knives, cutting him into four pieces, and blood splashed everywhere.

A handsome young master, holding a paper fan in his hand, his face like frost, appeared inside the restaurant.

"Where is the child?"

His gaze was ice cold like a knife.

The black-clothed big brother looked at him and laughed coldly, muttering:

"Young Master Gu..."

At the same time, dozens of cultivators wearing standard robes appeared and tightly surrounded the entire dilapidated restaurant.

The black-clothed big brother looked around, his gaze even more disdainful, "Hunting dogs of the Dao Court Division..."

Young Master Gu looked at the black-clothed big brother, smelled the blood on his body, and said in an ice-cold voice:

"Demon-possessed creature, whose human skin are you wearing?"

The black-clothed big brother looked at Young Master Gu and said with a laugh:

"People in the world wear a layer of hypocritical skin and hide evil thoughts in their hearts. How are you any different? I just wear a more hypocritical skin than you and hide a more real evil than you..."

Young Master Gu didn't want to chat with him and questioned:

"Where is the child?"

The black-clothed big brother pointed to the restaurant, "You also saw it. When I came, it was already like this. The child you want to save was stolen by others..."

"Or rather..."

The black-clothed big brother smiled sinisterly, "He has already been torn up..."

Young Master Gu said angrily, "Good, good. Then you just stay here and bury that child with you!"

The black-clothed big brother laughed coldly, "Just you, the Gu family, and this group of running dogs of the Dao Court Division may not be able to deal with me..."

The two sides' words were incompatible, and a great battle was imminent.

Young Master Gu used a paper fan in his hand. As he waved it, wind blades became dense, each one fatal.

The black-clothed big brother seemed unwilling to expose his true strength, relying only on his physical body and the surrounding foul blood gas to fight against Young Master Gu's wind blades and the many cultivators of the Dao Court Division.

While they were fighting, they all deliberately avoided the restaurant, seemingly not wanting to destroy the clues inside the restaurant.

This was a fierce battle, and neither side showed mercy.

However, because this place was only a second-grade realm after all, Young Master Gu and the black-clothed big brother couldn't let go completely and truly fight to the death.

The fierce battle lasted for half an hour.

Finally, the black-clothed big brother escaped heavily injured.

Young Master Gu's breath was weak, and he was obviously also not lightly injured.

The remaining black-clothed cultivators were all dead.

Young Master Gu instructed, "Go record the appearances of these people. I will settle accounts one by one later."

A subordinate went and reported back a moment later, "Young Master, their appearances are unclear..."

Young Master Gu walked over to look and then discovered that these black-clothed cultivators had all been planted with demonic poison. After death, demonic energy destroyed their flesh and polluted their meridians and spirit roots, leaving only a black, foul-smelling pile of flesh, making it impossible to distinguish their identities.

Young Master Gu cursed, "A bunch of cowards, trash!"

"Sneaky!"

"Have the guts to become demons, but no guts to show your faces!"

In this way, they could only check the various sects and families with the reason of "missing cultivators".

But checking like this was impossible.

There were many reasons for cultivators to go missing.

Some went out on errands and were delayed for too long;

Some were assassinated by ill-intentioned cultivators;

Some went out to explore and were trapped in some secret realm;

Some just rebelled and ran away from home because they were not satisfied with their family's arrangements...

The causes were various and too complex.

It was impossible to judge that a cultivator had become a demon just because they were missing.

And neither the sects nor the families would admit it for the sake of cultivation interests and their own faces, nor would they allow them to check.

Young Master Gu grew more and more angry the more he thought about it. He casually waved his hand, and a black-clothed cultivator was twisted into pieces.

But getting angry was useless. Now, the whereabouts of the young master were more important.

He also checked the site for a while and the results he obtained were not much different from those of the black-clothed cultivators.

Jiang Laoda and others were either killed by the explosion of the second-grade Earth Fire Array or heavily injured by the explosion.

This must have been a planned, designed, and pre-arranged ambush.

It was impossible for someone to have a temporary idea, set up an array temporarily, and kill these human traffickers...

Cultivators with such abilities would not use such troublesome means. They could probably just move their fingers and slaughter these cultivators.

Besides, more than half of the human traffickers died from a small second-grade fireball technique.

This must have been done to cover up and not expose one's true dao method, so this common fireball technique was used to kill...

It was impossible for any cultivator to spend a great deal of effort cultivating this thing.

Then, the young master disappeared...

The group of black-clothed cultivators didn't seem to be lying.

They were preempted by someone...

Young Master Gu frowned.

"Black eating black?"

"Or is there another plot..."

"The young master is the crystallization of the marriage of two great families. What force, what cultivators, would dare to be so bold as to target him..."

"What kind of person would actually dare to intercept him halfway and 'kidnap' the young master?"

"Moreover, they are not afraid of causing karma and touching the heavenly secrets?"

The most difficult part of this matter was still covering up the heavenly secrets and karma, making it impossible to calculate...

Who could do it?

Young Master Gu's head was in a mess.

A moment later, he thought of his cousin's anxious, burning, and unbearable appearance after the child went missing, and his heart twisted like a knife.

Young Master Gu's gaze was even colder. Ignoring his own injuries, he instructed, "Those with heavy injuries rest for now. Those with light injuries, follow me to continue the chase."

"The spiritual power here has not dissipated for long. We should still be able to catch up..."

A subordinate hesitated and said, "Young Master, let us continue the chase..."

They had been chasing for several days, without eating or drinking, and were unbearably tired. After a fierce battle, this made them, who were originally "overstaffed" and "coasting along," unable to bear it.

They were people from the Dao Court Division. Even if the Gu family was powerful, they couldn't command them like this.

Young Master Gu's gaze was sharp, and he laughed coldly:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. If that young master has any misfortune, you and all your brothers, this layer of 'skin' on your bodies, will all be peeled off for me!"

The subordinate's heart trembled.

He then understood that what he had heard before was all wrong.

That young master was not the young master of the Gu family!

If he wasn't the young master of the Gu family, then he was...

The subordinate felt as if he had been splashed with cold water and couldn't help but shiver.

"Young Master Gu, rest assured, we will definitely do our best to find the young master!"

Then he swept his gaze around, "Quickly take the pills, heal your injuries a bit, and set off immediately!"

Although everyone had dissatisfaction in their hearts and were somewhat unclear, they also knew that this matter was important and dared not delay. They all hurried to restore their injuries...

Young Master Gu's gaze was still towards the distance, his expression clouded with a layer of haze.

"This child, Yu'er... whose hands has he fallen into..."

I will try to add one or two more chapters by the end of the month.

Also, I will try to let Little Mo Hua enter the sect early.

Of course, effort doesn't necessarily yield results.

If I fail to add more chapters, then assume I didn't say anything...

(End of this chapter)