Chapter 673: 551 Chapter Peer_2
Kill⊠but cannot killâŠ
To plant the devil in the Taoist heart⊠also cannot doâŠ
If he doesnât eat his fill, he wonât be able to move onâŠ
Gui Taoâs person stood desolate for a long while. There wasnât any facial expression or movement, but it seemed as if he indeed sighed. Then he turned around and began to walk towards the small noodle shop.
Mo Huaâs eyes lit up, and he immediately followed with a beaming smile.
The small noodle shop was run by a couple who were Qi Cultivation Loose Practitioners.
With their low cultivation, they ran a noodle shop by the road to make a living for themselves.
Mo Hua had previously swept the place with his Divine Sense, confirming that it was simply an ordinary noodle shop, and the couple were merely ordinary cultivators.
There were a few patrons, mostly Loose Cultivators from nearby, nothing unusual.
Mo Hua and his companion entered.
The store owner, plain-looking and dressed in coarse clothing, came up to greet them enthusiastically and asked,
âWhat would the two honored guests like to eat?â
After he finished speaking, just about to glance at Gui Taoâs person,
Mo Hua quickly stepped forward, waved his small hand to draw his attention, preventing him from looking at Gui Taoâs person. Then he took out two Spirit Stones and said with a clear voice,
âTwo bowls of noodles, and quick, please!â
Mo Hua had thought it through.
The Spirit Stones for the noodles had to be paid by himself.
With Uncle in this state, it was unlikely he would offer to payâŠ
He also dared not let Uncle payâŠ
Uncleâs moods were unpredictable.
If he accidentally angered him and he gave in to planting devil in the Taoist Heart, killing everyone in the small shop, then it would be his own fault.
Seeing the Spirit Stones, the shopkeeperâs eyes brightened, but he also looked a bit troubled:
âYoung brother, two Spirit Stones are a bit much, two bowls of noodles donât cost that muchâŠâ
âItâs fineâŠâ Mo Hua waved his hand. âJust add some extra toppings.â
With that, the store owner happily accepted with a thousand thanks.
Watching the shopkeeperâs expression, Mo Hua felt inexplicably emotional.
To him now, two Spirit Stones really werenât much, but for these low-level Loose Cultivators, it might represent a whole dayâs earningsâŠ
In this world, some people are so rich in Spirit Stones that they squander without a second thought.
Others pinch and scrape, carefully living day by dayâŠ
Mo Hua sighed.
Gui Taoâs personâs expression shifted slightly, casting a surprised look at Mo Hua.
Afterward, the two of them took their seats.
A few more patrons were scattered inside the shop.
Mo Hua deliberately chose a secluded corner and even used his small body to block Gui Taoâs person so that he wouldnât watch others and they couldnât see him.
Gui Taoâs person appeared indifferent, seemingly unconcerned.
These Loose Cultivators were like ants, not worth his attention.
Soon, the shopkeeper brought their noodles over.
The portion of noodles was hearty, and the toppings plentifulâwith even two slices of meat.
It looked like Monster Beast meat rather than Spiritual Meat, slightly gamey but not overpowering, not too tender but edible.
Of course, it couldnât compare with what mother used to make.
But the flavor was good, the noodles aromatic, the soup robust.
Mo Hua was never picky, and famished, he held the bowl and slurped the steaming hot noodles.
After eating for a while, Mo Hua looked up to find that Gui Taoâs person hadnât touched his chopsticks.
Mo Hua continued to eat the noodles while ponderingâŠ
This âUncleâ of his, who planted devil in the Taoist Heart and is using someone elseâs body, should be considered a âdead man.â
Of course, a dead man doesnât need to eat.
Mo Hua frowned, his mind turning to other questionsâŠ
Uncle⊠where was he residing before?
Was he following the traces of my master?
When did he start tracking the masterâs location and begin to plan?
AndâŠ
His appearance on Dali Mountain was just too coincidentalâŠ
When did he pin down the whereabouts of Junior Brother and Sister?
After a few bites, Mo Hua couldnât help it and stealthily glanced at Gui Taoâs person, whispering:
âUncleâŠâ
âBack on Dali Mountain, were you already nearby?â
âThen watched as that Saint Heir surrounded us?â
âWaiting until Junior Sister and Junior Brother shattered their special Eternal Life Runes, losing their means of protection, before you actedâŠâ
âIs it that, even you couldnât do anything about the Eternal Life Runes?â
âŠ
As Mo Hua spoke, he nodded, feeling his conjectures were fairly reasonable.
Finally, Gui Taoâs person couldnât bear it any longer. His pitch-black eyes gazed at Mo Hua and uttered his first words of the journey:
âEat your noodlesâŠâ
His voice was flat and indifferent, seemingly a bit displeasedâŠ
âOh.â
Mo Hua obediently lowered his head and continued eating his bowl of noodles.
Until all the noodles in his bowl were finished, Mo Hua did not speak again.
Then he looked up at Gui Taoâs person, and involuntarily glanced at the untouched bowl of noodles in front of him, licking his lips.
Every grain and drop should be appreciated for its hard-won journey.
It must not be wasted.
Mo Hua silently reached out with his small hand, shifted Gui Taoâs noodles to his side, and then buried his head and huff, huff, huffed them downâŠ
Gui Taoâs personâs usually expressionless face stiffened for a moment.
His pitch-black eyes watched Mo Hua, somewhat in disbeliefâŠ
âŠ
After finishing two bowls of noodles, the two set off again.
Mo Hua felt slightly stuffed, his belly round and full, so he walked ahead, strolling to aid digestion.
Gui Taoâs person followed behind, looking puzzled at Mo Huaâs retreating figure.
This little thing⊠is quite strangeâŠ
He found it somewhat inscrutable.
It seemed as though his junior brother had laid some trick, hidden some secret, obscured some cause and effectâŠ
What exactly had his junior brother hidden in this child?
What consequence had he obscured?
And why had he hidden the child so preciously, covered him up so thoroughly, keeping it all from himâŠ