Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 1592 - - 838: falling into the trap (part 2)

Chapter 1592: Chapter 838: Falling Into the Trap (Part 2)

Mo Hua nodded and asked again, “What about Senior Sister Ye Jin’s death? Do you know who killed her?”

Ye Hong was taken aback, “Senior Sister?”

Mo Hua nodded, not hiding anything, “I had some acquaintance with Senior Sister Ye Jin. In terms of seniority, I should call her Senior Sister.”

Even though this acquaintance was just a brief encounter.

Mo Hua had only ever called her “Senior Sister” once–and only had the chance to do so once.

Ye Hong’s heart trembled, his gaze softened considerably, and he looked at Mo Hua with a bit more trust.

“This poor child Jin Er, there is someone who remembers you…”

Ye Hong murmured in his heart, then did not hide anything further, his expression serious as he said:

“I investigated. It’s said that someone saw Jin Er near Mistwater River, accompanied by a man.”

“Later, when I went through Jin Er’s relics, I found some scattered clues about this man.”

“I don’t know who he is, but I know he has a fair complexion, handsome appearance, but occasionally has a sinister gaze, and enjoys tormenting others.”

Mo Hua was slightly taken aback.

Fair, handsome, sinister gaze, likes tormenting others…

The image of the Water Yama naturally surfaced in his mind.

Water Yama.

So, it was you again…

Mo Hua’s gaze turned icy, and he silently added another note of “cause of death” to the Water Yama.

Ye Hong, speaking to this point, felt a bit desolate and sighed:

“I am powerless as a father, I… can’t protect my own children…”

He knew in his heart that the Ye family relatives were selfish and would not seek justice for him.

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even if he knew who the murderer was, he might not have the strength to take revenge.

Moreover, the identity of the murderer might be someone he could not afford to provoke.

At this thought, Ye Hong, amidst his grief, felt a sense of despair.

Mo Hua looked at Ye Hong with a sorrowful face and gently sighed:

“Don’t worry, those who deserve to die will die…”

…

Then Mo Hua stayed in the cabin for most of the day.

By the time the sun began to set and the sky darkened, it became noisy outside, as if many cultivators were celebrating something.

Lanterns were placed into the Mistwater River.

The sky was dusky, the river water misty, but a bit of splendid lantern light lit up on the water, drifting with the waves.

In the quiet, there was a sense of beauty.

But within the beauty, there was hidden decay…

By 5 p.m, the boats set sail.

Mo Hua still did not go out, only opened a window, noting the direction of the boats and the location of the tour boat where Cheng Mo and the others were.

He had specifically determined the position during the day, so even though it was getting dark now, he could vaguely make out the position of Cheng Mo’s tour boat.

Cheng Mo’s tour boat and the spirit boat Mo Hua was on were indeed heading in the same direction, towards an unknown area of the Mistwater River.

Mo Hua silently breathed a sigh of relief.

The direction was correct, although there was some deviation, he had managed to get on board.

Now he just needed to wait for those seemingly ordinary tour boats to change course midway, converge together and become the “Rouge Boat,” so he could follow them to the destination.

Mo Hua lay at the window, paying attention to the boat’s direction, while also watching the night scenery of the Mistwater River.

By this time, night had fallen, and countless lanterns floated on the water.

These lanterns came in various shapes and colors, rich and colorful.

A flotilla of spirit boats shone with brilliant lights, like a school of colorful fish swimming in a river full of lanterns, extremely gorgeous and spectacular.

Mo Hua watched quietly, feeling a bit dazed.

The spirit boat sailed for an unknown amount of time, and just as Mo Hua started to get a bit tired of watching, there was movement from the tour boat ahead.

Mo Hua’s Divine Thought activated, discovering some tour boats quietly changing course.

The tour boat with Cheng Mo and the others also changed direction.

“As expected…”

Mo Hua’s spirits lifted, his Divine Sense concentrated more, but after perceiving for a moment, his expression changed.

“Something’s wrong.”

Cheng Mo’s boat had changed direction, but the spirit boat he was on had not, and was still sailing along the predetermined course like other tour boats.

Mo Hua’s heart tightened, he turned to ask Ye Hong, “Was your boat really rented by someone from the Gui Water Sect?”

Ye Hong, at this point, was also unsure of the situation, only nodded and said:

“It should be, they had the sect token of the Gui Water Sect.”

“Then why? The course is wrong… Did they notice something amiss?” Mo Hua frowned.

He turned his head again, looking towards the vast Mistwater River, watching as Cheng Mo’s boat parted ways with his own, drifting further apart, Mo Hua’s heart sank.

What to do?

At this point, it was not advisable to jump into the river and chase after them.

Although he had learned some water-based movement techniques and spells to drive water and ward off demons, having grown up on Big Black Mountain, he wasn’t accustomed to water, and halfway learning some spells, his water skills weren’t very good.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, silently sighing.

In this short time, Cheng Mo’s boat had already taken a completely different river route, disappearing under the cover of night.

He could only wait for the boat to dock and then figure out another way.

Mo Hua was a bit anxious, but forced himself to calm down, considering what to do after docking to find Cheng Mo and the others…

The spirit boat continued to sail.

The scenery around kept alternating.

The accompanying tour boats were also becoming fewer.

Mo Hua, watching, suddenly paused.

“Something’s wrong…”

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This river route appeared unfamiliar. The spirit boat’s direction was odd, and the number of tour boats dwindling.

Mo Hua’s gaze flickered, and he suddenly understood.

It wasn’t that Cheng Mo and the others had changed course; they hadn’t.

It was the spirit boat he was on that had changed direction.

In other words, the boat Cheng Mo and others were on was just an ordinary tour boat, while the one he was on was the real “Rouge Boat!”