"Uncle Gu!"

Mo Hua’s expression was grave. He glanced at Gu Changhuai, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"It might be Shui Yanluo. If we can’t capture him, kill him..."

Gu Changhuai’s gaze trembled slightly, and he nodded.

Gu An and Gu Quan also placed their hands on the hilt of their swords, spiritual power circulating in secret, the blades poised to strike.

The man outside the carriage fell silent, but the atmosphere grew ever more oppressive.

Just before they made their move, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and said:

"Cover your face."

Gu Changhuai was slightly taken aback.

As a Supervisor of the Taoist Court, he acted according to the Taoist Law, capturing or killing people openly and honestly, rarely needing to disguise himself.

"If we can’t catch him, we must not reveal our identity..." Mo Hua whispered.

Though he was a young disciple of the Taixu Gate and had captured or killed many Sin Cultivators, he didn’t want to be targeted by such a notorious Sin Cultivator like Shui Yanluo.

Besides, Uncle Gu’s identity was, for now, not something to be revealed.

Hua Ruyu seemed to be in league with this Shui Yanluo.

Uncle Gu was also Hua Ruyu’s match for a marriage proposal.

If Shui Yanluo saw Gu Changhuai’s face and learned about his identity as a Supervisor of the Taoist Court, it would certainly alert them.

Hua Ruyu would also realize that her identity and whereabouts had been exposed and that Uncle Gu’s dating her had other motives.

And currently, there was no concrete evidence of her crimes.

Once she became alert and covered her tracks, it would be extremely difficult to investigate her further.

Of course, besides this, there was another important reason.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

Uncle Gu had helped him a lot, and it seemed his name was already on the Evil God’s list.

If he wasn’t more low-key, who knows how many people would want to kill him.

Gu Changhuai nodded, and so everyone in the carriage took out black cloths and covered their faces.

Just as Mo Hua covered his face, he heard Gu Changhuai shout "Be careful," and then a killing intent suddenly descended.

A dark blue water whip, like a venomous snake, sliced open the carriage roof and struck towards him.

Mo Hua’s heart tightened, and he immediately sidestepped to avoid it.

Gu Changhuai stood in front of Mo Hua, drew a longsword, and gathered several strands of Sword Qi to counteract the force of the water whip.

The spiritual powers of wind and water intertwined, strength surged, and the entire carriage exploded.

Mo Hua and his companions had no choice but to abandon the carriage.

After the fluctuations of spiritual power dissipated.

Hiding behind Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked around, seeing a desolate place, overgrown with wild grass, the soil damp underfoot, and a rapid river not far away, with a shabby ferry docked by the shore.

And by the dock, a small boat was moored.

The small boat had come ashore.

A man was standing by the shore.

The man looked young, with fair skin, handsome features, but his gaze was obsessive, with a hint of cold malice.

The man’s right hand was wrapped in a chain whip.

The whip had nine sections connected by iron chains, appearing both as a weapon for attack and as shackles to restrain an enemy.

But to Mo Hua, it looked more like an instrument of torture.

In the Yu Family’s water village, the image of Fish Cultivators being bound by chains and dying miserably resurfaced in Mo Hua’s mind, and his heart sank slightly.

Eight or nine out of ten, this man was the "Water Yama" who replaced the Fire Buddha as the head henchman of the Evil God.

But Mo Hua was still surprised.

The appearance of this Water Yama was completely different from what he had imagined.

From his appearance alone, he resembled nothing more than a young white-faced man who lived by the water, made a living by fishing, and spent so much time in the water that his skin was as pale as a big white fish.

If not for the chilling evil qi emanating from him, as if soaking in blood, Mo Hua would never have associated him with "Water Yama."

Water Yama’s gaze swept over Mo Hua and the others, especially lingering on Gu Changhuai at the forefront. His eyebrows slightly raised, and a trace of apprehension flickered in his eyes.

But as everyone was masked and dressed casually, Water Yama couldn’t determine their identities at the moment.

After a moment, he slowly opened his mouth:

"Who are you? Why are you on this carriage?"

Gu Changhuai’s gaze was stern, and he didn’t speak.

There was certainly nothing good about talking to such scum.

Seeing that Gu Changhuai didn’t answer, Water Yama looked somewhat impatient, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger.

As he looked about to make a move, Mo Hua thought for a moment and stepped out from behind Gu Changhuai, speaking in a rough voice:

"That’s exactly what we want to ask you..."

"Who are you? Why out of nowhere, did you attack us and destroy our carriage?"

Mo Hua preemptively accused him.

Water Yama sneered, "Your carriage? This carriage clearly belongs to Miaoer..."

Miaoer?

Mo Hua felt a slight change in his expression.

He had heard another new name.

Water Yama also realized he misspoke and stopped immediately after saying these two words, his gaze becoming even colder:

"This is my carriage, and you stole it and expect me to give you an explanation?"

"On what basis do you say this is your carriage? Did you carve your name on it? Can you call it and see if it responds?"

Mo Hua argued unreasonably.

Unable to win an argument against Mo Hua, Water Yama’s eyes darkened with killing intent, and he snorted coldly, "Sharp-tongued brat, be careful, I’ll skin you alive."

Mo Hua stepped closer to Gu Changhuai, using his authority, and said:

"If you have the guts, come over here."

Water Yama’s expression was indifferent, unaffected by Mo Hua’s provocation, as he showed a thoughtful look.

Mo Hua and his companions were masked and suppressing their aura, not having made a move, and he couldn’t determine their origins.

And it was indeed strange for these people to be at the ferry with the carriage.

Did their plan get exposed on this side?

Or was there a problem on Miaoer’s side?

Moreover, the carriage was heavily fortified with Formation, and without the proper keys, it couldn’t be opened.