White Bone Alchemy Furnace, grim furnace flames, an evil alchemist.
This scene felt strangely familiar.
Mo Hua frowned, unable to stop himself from recalling the bloody alchemy furnace, the bizarre herbs, and the cultivators who had died in vain that he had seen in the main hall of Black Mountain Stronghold on Great Black Mountain...
"These Human Traffickers abduct cultivators to refine Human Pills..."
Mo Hua's gaze turned faintly cold.
Inside the room, the evil alchemist was wholly focused on controlling the gloomy green flames as he refined wicked Pills.
The area around the alchemy furnace was steeped in blood.
There were human bones, living hearts, and more.
These all seemed to be "medicinal ingredients" or "catalysts" for the Alchemy.
Judging from the signs, no one knew how many cultivators had already fallen prey to these Human Traffickers and this evil alchemist.
Mo Hua's heart sank.
"Those two children..."
His gaze swiftly swept through the Alchemy Room. At last, in its very center, he spotted an ancient offering table.
Atop the table stood a River God Statue with a human body and a fish face.
Beneath it knelt two children, bound with ropes, their foreheads pressed to the ground. They did not move, kneeling before the River God Statue like sculptures.
They were Old Yu's two missing grandsons.
Mo Hua let out a soft breath of relief, then frowned again.
The two children were still alive, but they were in terrible condition. Their breaths were weak, and their Divine Thoughts flickered in and out. He did not know whether the River God had eaten them...
"We need to rescue them quickly..."
He gave the Alchemy Room another look, memorized everything around him, then quietly withdrew.
After retreating, Mo Hua made another circuit around the area.
He committed the number and