darknovel Chapter 400 All the copper coins were broken.
Chapter 400 All the copper coins were broken.
Manager Hu remained silent.
Mo Chengyue threw the charred wood branch into the fire.
"Shopkeeper, hiding only half of the accounts could easily lead to trouble."
"Your sister was the first bride to receive a wedding invitation back then."
"This copper coin has the character 'Lin' on it."
"The red lantern boat is also linked to Xuan Shuang Valley."
"Do you think I'd believe this is just bad luck for your family?"
Shopkeeper Hu tightened his grip, the copper coins feeling heavy in his palm.
Old Zheng also sensed something was wrong.
"Manager Hu, what are you still hiding?"
Manager Hu looked at everyone.
"Knowing too much can really kill you."
Old Zheng stepped forward.
"My uncle has gone mad."
"Old Wu is dead."
So many people have gone missing at the ferry crossing.
"Are you still using that to shut us down?"
The color drained from Manager Hu's face, but it didn't completely disappear.
"You think I don't want to tell you?"
"I told you, the ship will hear me."
Mo Chengyue raised his hand and pointed to the temple gate, the window frame, and the edge of the cooking pot array.
"We'll keep this area separate for now."
Manager Hu looked at the firelight.
Are you sure?
Mo Chengyue said.
"uncertain."
Manager Hu was speechless.
The portly shopkeeper sighed, clutching his aching back.
"Young Master Mo, you are really not suited to calming people's hearts."
Mo Chengyue said.
"I'm good at making people despair in advance."
The old man nodded.
"It's better to know bad news before you die than to find out when you're about to die."
Manager Hu closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with the glint of tears reflected in the firelight.
"Shuang'er is not marrying into the Chen family."
Old Zheng was stunned.
"What?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"The Chen family is only involved in the marriage on the surface."
"The person who is really going to pick her up is on the ship."
Xiao Liu's lips moved for a long time.
"Who?"
Manager Hu looked towards the river.
"The ship owner."
The sound of pots and pans clattering in front of the temple was chaotic again.
Mo Chengyue was not surprised.
He looked down at the red lines on his palm.
Deep within the red patterns, the wick flickered briefly before dimming again, smoldering from the heat.
"continue."
"That's what Manager Hu said."
My father owed a life debt back then.
"When he was young, he saved a woman in Maple Bay."
"The woman left behind half a copper coin, saying that if any daughter of the Hu family were to marry in the future, it would ensure a safe journey."
Old Zheng looked at the copper coin with the character "Lin".
"Is this the one?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"Half a piece."
"Later, the matchmaker came to propose marriage, bringing along his other half."
"When the copper coin is closed, the character '霖' (Lin) appears on it."
Mo Chengyue asked.
"Where is the matchmaker?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"He died the night the boat capsized."
Mo Chengyue looked at her.
"The body has been recovered?"
Manager Hu replied.
"It's been pulled out."
Mo Chengyue said.
"Where's your face?"
Shopkeeper Hu stopped.
Old Zheng asked urgently.
"What happened to your face?"
Shopkeeper Hu said in a low voice.
"No face."
Several people in front of the temple simultaneously crowded towards the bonfire.
Xiao Liu held the iron spoon in his arms.
"Another paper doll?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"most."
The fat shopkeeper cursed.
"This ship owner is extremely unethical."
Mo Chengyue looked at Manager Hu.
"You said the boat owner would pick her up."
Who owns the boat?
Manager Hu shook his head.
"I've only ever heard one name for it."
Mo Chengyue asked.
"What?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"Mrs. Lin".
With a flicker of firelight, the red lines on Mo Chengyue's palm immediately became hot.
He did not bow his head, but simply used his true energy to press against the wound.
Old Zheng's face turned pale.
"Is Madam Lin the ship owner?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"I have no idea."
"But after Shuang'er's accident, that female cultivator said that Madam Lin was waiting for her bride at the bottom of the river."
Xiao Liu's voice was weak and unsteady.
"She waited twenty years?"
"That's what the fat shopkeeper said."
"Don't marriages in the underworld have auspicious dates?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"speak."
Everyone looked at him.
Mo Chengyue said.
"A night with a waning moon."
Manager Hu looked at him.
"You thought of that too."
Mo Chengyue said.
"The old name, blood and qi, and water veins are combined into one, and the moon is waning when the post is taken down."
"Your sister was taken away back then, and her body was never brought back."
"This means she wasn't refined into an ordinary vengeful corpse."
Old Zheng asked hurriedly.
"So she's still alive?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at him.
Old Zheng himself knew that what he said was absurd, and his facial muscles twitched a couple of times.
Manager Hu seized upon this point.
"She didn't become a water corpse, right?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"At least it's not like the kind on the previous ship."
Manager Hu took half a step forward.
Is there any hope for her?
Mo Chengyue did not respond to that sentence.
Only the sound of boiling water remained in front of the temple.
Xiao Liu didn't dare to speak.
The fat shopkeeper also shut his mouth.
Old Zheng looked at Mo Chengyue, then at Manager Hu, and finally put the iron ladle back on the edge of the pot.
"Manager Hu, it's been twenty years."
The glint of tears in Manager Hu's eyes shone brightly in the firelight.
"I know."
Mo Chengyue picked up the talisman paper from the stone steps and placed it by the fire to dry it.
"The living save the living."
"Sending off the dead."
"Those that are half-dead are the most troublesome."
"Manager Hu asked."
"Can you check?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"I'm already on the shipowner's list."
Xiao Liu said weakly.
"Immortal Master, does this mean you agree?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at him.
"This is considered being forced to operate."
The fat shopkeeper immediately replied.
"The inn offers free room, meals, drinks, and hot water."
Mo Chengyue nodded.
"The shopkeeper is very generous."
Manager Hu looked at the fat manager.
He was referring to my inn.
The fat shopkeeper chuckled dryly.
"I'm showing you my sincerity."
Manager Hu ignored him and turned to Mo Chengyue.
"I'll settle the old scores with you."
Mo Chengyue said.
"Now."
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"At the inn."
Old Zheng immediately said.
"I'll take some men to get it."
Mo Chengyue shook his head.
"Leave the formation."
Old Zheng got anxious.
"What should we do then?"
Mo Chengyue looked at Manager Hu.
Did you lock the inn when you arrived?
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"Locked."
Mo Chengyue asked.
"Is the 'Soul-Suppressing Money' still hanging there?"
Shopkeeper Hu looked at the string of copper coins on his wrist.
"I picked that bunch by the door."
Mo Chengyue's brows twitched.
"You picked them all?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"The main gate of this group."
"There are two more strings in the back window."
"There's another string of them at the stairwell."
Just as Mo Chengyue was about to speak, the wind swept past the ground outside the temple.
The first crisp sound came from the direction of the inn in the distance.
Ding.
Manager Hu's expression changed.
Old Zheng gripped the iron spoon tightly.
What was that noise?
The second sound followed immediately.
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
One sound after another came from the Tingchao Inn, crisp and sharp.
Xiao Liu's jaw was chattering.
"Copper coins?"
The flame of the white paper lantern in Manager Hu's hand dipped downwards.
"The money for suppressing the soul has run out."
Mo Chengyue stood up, and the red lines on his palms lit up in his sleeves, with red light seeping out from between his fingers.
From the direction of the inn, the sound of shattering echoed continuously.
Those copper coins, which had been guarded for twenty years, were now crumbling on their own.
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The sound of copper coins breaking was still echoing from the Tingchao Inn.
Steam rose from the pot of water in front of the local earth god temple.
Everyone looked in the same direction, and no one dared to bang the pot anymore.
Old Zheng gripped the iron spoon tightly in his hand, his throat dry as he asked, "Young Master Mo, are you going or not?"
Xiao Liu immediately shook his head: "Let's not go. The inn is already making such a racket, they definitely don't welcome living people."
The portly innkeeper pulled his belt up, his face bitter: "I also think it's a good thing for the inn to open its doors to guests, but this kind of opening will most likely cost you your life."
Manager Hu carried a white paper lantern, its flame flickering to the side in the night wind. She looked towards the inn, her lips pressed tightly together: "The old debts are inside."
Mo Chengyue pressed the red mark on his palm into his sleeve, picked up the array plate from the ground with his other hand, and said in a relatively relaxed tone: "The account book is important, and so are our lives, so don't rush to show your loyalty."
Old Zheng said urgently, "Then shall we wait here?"