darknovel Chapter 399 She asked you what you wanted
Chapter 399 She asked you what you wanted
Manager Hu looked at him.
The fat shopkeeper immediately changed his tune.
"I may have done the math in my head, but I didn't say it."
Xiao Liu whispered.
"I did curse."
Old Zheng turned around.
"What are you swearing about?"
Xiao Liu shrank his neck.
"I said Manager Hu's noodles are too expensive."
Manager Hu looked at him.
You owe me money for three bowls of noodles.
Xiao Liu was stunned.
"Still keeping accounts at this time?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"If you don't keep clear accounts, you'll die even more confused."
Upon hearing this, Mo Chengyue actually laughed.
"I like what you said, shopkeeper."
Manager Hu looked at him.
"You believe me?"
Mo Chengyue pulled his hand back into his sleeve; the red lines on his palm were covered by the fabric, but they still felt damp and warm.
"without."
Manager Hu's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Then why are you asking so many questions?"
"Audit the accounts."
"What happens after the review?"
"Let's see how much you owe."
Shopkeeper Hu placed the talisman money on the stone steps in front of the temple.
"I owe Hongfengdu my life, and I owe my sister the truth."
Mo Chengyue said.
"That's well said."
Manager Hu looked at him.
"You think it's fake?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"Fine words are not the same as lies."
"You can listen to nice words, but you can't believe them all."
Old Zheng was getting anxious.
"Master, can she really be trusted?"
Mo Chengyue pointed to the white paper lantern in her hand.
"It works."
Manager Hu's face darkened.
"Young Master Mo's words aren't exactly flattering either."
Mo Chengyue said.
"As long as it's practical, that's fine."
Xiao Liu sidled up to Lao Zheng.
"Uncle Zheng, is the Immortal Master praising her or guarding against her?"
Old Zheng cursed under his breath.
"If you don't understand, then bang the pot."
Xiao Liu tapped the edge of the pot and couldn't help but ask again.
"Is he guarding against us?"
Mo Chengyue didn't even look up.
"Defend."
Xiao Liu almost slipped the spoon into the pot.
"Immortal Master, you're being too blunt."
"You just found out tonight that ghost ships can turn into relatives."
Mo Chengyue glanced at the crowd in front of the temple.
"If I don't take precautions, and someone gets called 'father' or 'mother' a couple of times and runs out to clear the way for the boat, who am I supposed to cry to?"
The old man nodded.
"We should take precautions."
The chubby shopkeeper also ordered.
"I'm also wary of Xiao Liu."
Xiao Liu disagreed.
"Why are you guarding against me?"
"That's what the fat shopkeeper said."
You owe money for noodles.
Manager Hu's expression relaxed slightly at those words, but he quickly regained his composure.
Mo Chengyue noticed an old scar on the inside of her wrist, a long, thin scar that was close to her pulse point.
"Shopkeeper."
Manager Hu pulled his cuffs down to cover himself.
Mo Chengyue said.
"Did you see the first wedding invitation that was affixed to your sister's hand back then?"
Manager Hu remained silent for a moment.
"I've seen it."
"The night before Shuang'er's wedding, there was a ring of red marks on her wrist."
"She said it was from the tightness of her wedding dress seams."
"I applied the medicine to her, and the medicine got wet as soon as it touched the skin."
Mo Chengyue asked.
"wet?"
Manager Hu nodded.
"Water is seeping out from under the skin."
Old Zheng asked hurriedly.
"Didn't you have someone look into it back then?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"I've looked for it."
"The doctor said that cold air has entered the body."
"The fortune teller said we encountered a water spirit."
"The officials said the young lady was restless before her marriage."
Mo Chengyue scoffed.
"The level of case handling at the grassroots level remains stable."
The fat shopkeeper didn't understand.
What is the grassroots level?
Mo Chengyue said.
"Those who get paid little, get scolded a lot, and are quick to take the blame."
Old Zheng thought about it.
"Isn't that a boatman?"
Xiao Liu finished off the enemy.
"He's also a waiter."
The fat shopkeeper glared at him.
"If you say that again, I'll charge you interest on the noodles you owe me."
Mo Chengyue looked at Manager Hu.
"Is there any writing on that post?"
Manager Hu shook his head.
"no."
"Only red marks."
"But when the red mark lit up, Shuang'er could hear someone calling her."
Mo Chengyue asked.
"What are you shouting for?"
Shopkeeper Hu's lip color had faded a bit.
"Call her by her old name."
The old man looked up.
"Old name?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"When Shuang'er was little, she was called Ashuang, but only her family knew that."
"That night, the voice outside the window called for Ashuang to board the boat."
Someone was inhaling in front of the temple.
Mo Chengyue's palm lines warmed up slightly.
He pressed his thumb against the edge of the wound, letting his true energy flow along the skin, forcing the probing force back.
"Former name: Blood and Qi, Water Veins."
Manager Hu looked up.
"What did you say?"
Mo Chengyue did not answer her immediately.
He laid the blank talisman paper on the stone steps and drew three lines with a charred wooden stick.
One name.
One line is written in blood.
One writes water.
Xiao Liu peeked out.
"The word 'Immortal Master'..."
Old Zheng covered his mouth.
"If you don't want to live, you can continue."
Mo Chengyue said.
"to be honest."
Old Zheng thought about it.
"I can recognize it."
Mo Chengyue nodded in satisfaction.
"Enough."
The fat shopkeeper squinted at it.
"Is this a drawing of three chopsticks?"
Mo Chengyue broke off a branch.
"Shopkeeper, do you still want your back?"
The fat shopkeeper immediately stood up straight.
"I misread it, there are three main roads."
Manager Hu looked at the talisman, his voice more tense than before.
"What did you see?"
Mo Chengyue touched the first line.
"The wedding invitations require roll call."
"A common name isn't stable enough; an old name is best."
He pointed to the second line.
"Blood recognition is also required."
"Blood and passion bind people together, and incidentally, they can also implicate relatives, partners, and those who owe a life."
Old Zheng's face darkened upon hearing this.
"How can this ship be more meticulous than an accountant?"
The fat shopkeeper was unhappy.
"The accountant shouldn't take the blame for this."
Mo Chengyue pointed to the third line.
"Finally, there's the water vein."
"Without waterways, it cannot reach the shore."
"So it stares at the well, the window, the ferry crossing, the old riverbed."
Shopkeeper Hu answered.
"The spirit-suppressing money in front of the inn is also to block the water veins."
Mo Chengyue looked at her.
"You're definitely not an ordinary shopkeeper."
Manager Hu did not deny it.
Xiao Liu immediately asked.
"Is Manager Hu a cultivator?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"Not really."
"I've only learned a few talismans and a few incantations, and I've survived until now by relying on the money for suppressing souls."
Old Zheng frowned.
"Who taught you that?"
Manager Hu looked at the copper coin with the character "Lin" on the stone steps.
"A female cultivator who was passing by."
Mo Chengyue raised his eyelids slightly.
"name."
Manager Hu shook his head.
She wouldn't say.
Mo Chengyue said.
"Appearance".
Manager Hu thought for a moment.
"She was dressed in red, with frost lines between her brows, and held a lamp in her hand."
The sounds of pots and pans in front of the temple created complete chaos.
Xiao Liu was so startled that he knocked the spoon off course.
"Isn't that the woman from the boat?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"no the same."
Mo Chengyue said.
"What's different?"
Manager Hu frowned as he recalled.
"She is alive."
"At least that was the case at the time."
"She gave me money to ward off evil spirits and told me that the inn should not be too close to the water and that I should not call out my old name at night."
"She also said that if the wedding invitations ever reappear, she should find someone who can see the third line."
Old Zheng looked at Mo Chengyue.
"Immortal Master, are they talking about you?"
Mo Chengyue raised his hand to stop him.
"Don't rush to assign me a workstation."
"The fat shopkeeper asked."
"And what is a workstation?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"A torture device that makes it very difficult to get out of the room once you sit on it."
Xiao Liu nodded seriously.
"That boat postcard is also a workstation."
Mo Chengyue looked at him.
"You've grown up too fast."
Xiao Liu was actually quite happy.
"Did the immortal master praise me?"
Old Zheng patted him on the shoulder.
That was an insult.
Manager Hu stared at Mo Chengyue.
"You can see three lines."
Mo Chengyue said.
"Seeing something doesn't mean you can solve it."
"Manager Hu asked."
What do you want?
Mo Chengyue chuckled.
"The shopkeeper is finally getting down to business."
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"I can give you the inn's account books, old files, and Shuang'er's belongings."
Mo Chengyue asked.
"Anything else?"