Young Master

River-Crossing Dragon's scalp went numb. Gritting his teeth, he said,

"If I don't deliver it, I might not die. But if I do, I'll definitely die."

Mo Hua said coldly, "If you don't deliver it, you'll definitely die too... Since you're useless anyway, I'll tie you up, poke a few bloody holes in you, and toss you into the Yanshui River to feed the Water Monsters."

"If you deliver the Pills, at least you won't die right now."

River-Crossing Dragon's heart turned cold.

He knew that this young master, fair-faced but dark-hearted, was not joking with him.

The young master was ruthless and vicious. If he said he would kill him, he would not hesitate.

River-Crossing Dragon struggled inwardly for a long while before finally saying,

"Fine, I'll deliver them! But I..."

Mo Hua's expression turned cold. "Don't try to negotiate terms with me. Deliver the Pills, and I'll let you enter Dao Prison alive. Refuse, and you can go to the Underworld right now."

River-Crossing Dragon's face went pale. With no road left to choose, he could only nod in agreement.

"Where are you delivering them?" Mo Hua asked.

River-Crossing Dragon sighed and said,

"There's a small ferry crossing downstream along the Yanshui River. It may be a ferry crossing, but it's been abandoned for years, with barely a trace of people..."

"At the Hour of the Dog each night, an unmanned skiff passes by that crossing..."

Mo Hua nodded slightly, but seeing that River-Crossing Dragon had stopped there, he asked, "And then?"

"And then..." River-Crossing Dragon gave a bitter smile. "I don't know either..."

Mo Hua looked displeased.

River-Crossing Dragon hurriedly explained, "Each time I board the skiff and let it drift over the river. Before an hour passes, it brings me to the destination."

"But the destination