Mo Hua did not kill anyone, and the spells he used were all low-end spells, which were not fatal. Therefore, although the Wang family monks looked miserable, they were still breathing.

In a dilapidated courtyard.

The Wang family monks fell to the ground one after another, wailing incessantly, and their previous domineering expressions were gone. They did not even dare to raise their heads to look at the ink paintings.

Mo Hua snorted coldly and said arrogantly:

"I am in a good mood today. I will spare your life. Next time you let me see you, I will use magic to cut off your hands and feet, and throw you into the river to feed the bastard!"

Mo Hua looked dandy and arrogant. The monks from the Wang family were intimidated by Mo Hua's power and did not dare to say anything.

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Old Yutou coldly, his eyes were unruly, and his voice was raised a bit:

"Lao Yutou, I have taken a liking to this fish!"

"The fish from now on will be kept by me. If you let me know that you sold 'my fish' to someone else..."

Mo Hua's little face smiled evilly, "...Then don't even think about having a good life in the future!"

Old Yutou was stunned for a long time, then turned his head, and quickly made a scared look, "Yes, yes, young master! I don't dare to do it anymore, Old Yutou, please don't kill me, my family is full of children,

He still expects me to earn a living by working hard..."

Seeing that Lao Yutou was very knowledgeable, Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked at Manager Wang with a straight face and looked at him with contempt, "What? Why don't you get out and stay here to wait for death?"

Manager Wang’s eyes were filled with anger and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Please let me know..."

Mo Hua flicked his fingers, and a golden light shot out of the air, instantly scratching Steward Wang's cheek, bringing out a stream of blood.

Mo Hua had a cold face and deep eyes, "What can I tell you? Are you worthy of it?"

Manager Wang covered his face and sweat broke out on his forehead.

A cold and strange spiritual consciousness locked onto him, and Manager Wang could hardly breathe.

He knew that the patience of this "domineering" young master was about to run out.

This golden blade scratched his face, and it will probably hit his head next time.

Manager Wang quickly kowtowed and said:

"Little Master, calm down, calm down! It's because we are ignorant and have offended the Young Master, we will get out now!"

After saying this, he didn't call anyone else, stood up in embarrassment, and ran away like a bereaved dog.

When several other Wang family monks saw this, they also struggled to get up and ran away in disgrace.

The yard also became quiet.

After they were far away, Mo Hua went to help Lao Yutou up.

Old Yutou's eyes were wet, he bowed his head to the ink painting, "Thank you so much, young master, thank you so much..."

Mo Hua helped him up and asked:

"Does the Wang family often bully you?"

Old Yutou sighed, "There's no such thing as bullying. I'm used to buying and selling by force..."

"In the past, we used to credit the fish first and then settle the bill."

"After giving them the fish, if we go to ask for the account again, they will delay it, saying that the family's management is not good and the spiritual stone cannot be recycled..."

"We obviously live in a high-end mansion, eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, and wear silks and satins, but we just can't turn over the spiritual stones of poor people like us..."

"Occasionally, they default on their debts and cannot get back the spiritual stones even if they give them fish. Although this kind of thing doesn't happen often..."

Old Yutou's face turned bitter, "But I don't dare to bet..."

"If they default on their debt, all my eight thousand spirit stones... will be wasted. Otherwise, I won't come back..."

"Even if it means procrastination, I can't afford it."

"My two grandsons have good spiritual roots. They really want to join the sect. At this age, they still need to strengthen their foundation and cultivate their talents. They need to hire people to support their connections. The sect also needs to cultivate..."

"This will cost a lot of spiritual stones. If you delay it any longer, it will be delayed for a lifetime."

Old Yutou's eyes were numb, "They can only, like me, be a hardworking fisherman for the rest of their lives..."

Mo Hua sighed silently.

"Give me your fish."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said to Lao Yutou.

Old Yu panicked and subconsciously hugged the fish basket tightly.

Mo Hua said helplessly: "I'll give you the spirit stone."

He took out a few storage bags and handed them to Lao Yutou.

The total number of spiritual stones inside is eight thousand.

Old Yutou held the storage bag in both hands, looking a little unbelievable, and his hands were trembling. After a while, his eyes were wet and he said:

"good……"

"Put it away," Mo Hua reminded, "Don't let anyone see it, and don't let anyone snatch it."

Only then did Lao Yutou suddenly come to his senses. He tied the storage bag tightly around his waist and covered it with ragged linen clothes.

But when he accidentally received a huge sum of money, Lao Yutou was obviously not at ease. He always felt that it was not safe and felt uneasy. After thinking about it, he wrapped a strip of cloth around the outside and put on a layer of clothes.

Mo Hua found it both funny and poignant.

"I'll hire a car later, you carry the fish basket to the car, and I'll take the fish away in public, otherwise the Wang family will probably come looking for you."

"Um."

Old Yutou nodded, looked at the small but kind-hearted ink painting, and silently wiped away his tears.

It was just that Mo Hua had helped him so much, and he felt a little guilty and wanted to repay him in some way.

It was just that my family was poor, and after much thought, I had nothing to repay, so I fished out a few spiritual fish from the fish tank in the corner.

These spirit fish are silver-white. Although they are not as expensive as the golden lotus and three-color carp, they are bright in color and have silver scales, so they are obviously good spirit fish.

Old Yutou put these fish into the three-color carp's fish basket, and then said gratefully:

"This is a silver-scale white fish. Although the price is far lower than that of the golden three-color carp, the meat quality is very good and the taste is not bad. I am giving it to the young master as a gift from the old man."

"Thank you, Uncle Yu."

Mo Hua smiled.

Then he took a curious look into the fish tank and saw several other types of fish in the fish tank, with different postures, swimming around in the tank.

These fish look good, but they pale in comparison to the golden fish I bought and the silver-scaled fish that Old Yutou gave me.

Mo Hua nodded, and just when he looked away, he was startled and found a small fish tank next to the big fish tank.

There seemed to be some fish kept alone in the small fish tank.

The top was sealed, leaving only a slight gap. It was dark inside and nothing could be seen, except for the occasional faint flash of red.

When Old Yu Tou saw the small fish tank in the ink painting, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately said with a smile:

"Young Master, all the fish have been put into the fish basket."

Mo Hua pointed at the small fish tank and asked:

"What kind of fish is in this tank?"

Old Yutou smiled and said: "They are a few red water carps. This kind of fish is afraid of light, so they are kept in a tank and must be sealed with a lid, leaving only a slight gap for ventilation."

"Red water carp?"

Mo Hua was slightly startled. He let go of his consciousness and looked through the fish tank. He saw that there were indeed a few fish in the fish tank. The fish's breath was light red. Apart from that, there were indeed no other abnormalities.

Mo Hua nodded and asked no more questions.

Old Yutou went to contact someone and hired a carriage for Mo Hua.

After that, Mo Hua walked in front with his head held high, and Lao Yutou followed behind, carrying the fish basket with a frown on his face.

It looked like Mo Hua was using his power to bully others into freeloading and robbed Lao Yutou of his fish.

After leaving the small fishing village and reaching the roadside, Mo Hua jumped on the carriage first.

Old Yutou moved the fish basket into the car, and then seeing no one around, he bowed respectfully to Mo Hua.

"Young Master is so kind and kind..."

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Go back." Then he took the carriage and headed to the border of Qianxue Prefecture.

The Dragon Crossing the River disappeared after entering the small fishing village, and never showed its face again, but Mo Hua had no time to continue staring at it.

He had to go back because the two-day break was over and classes would start again tomorrow.

Priority still needs to be distinguished.
To be continued...