darknovel Chapter 392 The woman in the red dress whispers in someone's ear
Chapter 392 The woman in the red dress whispers in someone's ear
As soon as he finished speaking, the river surface below the ship sank.
The seven red lights went out for a moment at the same time.
The smile on the woman in the red dress finally disappeared.
"You had a backup plan at the ferry crossing all along?"
Mo Chengyue said, "Business trips are the first principle."
"When you arrive at a place, first find the toilet, the well, and the escape route."
The woman in the red dress looked at him coldly.
"Clever tricks."
She flicked her sleeve.
Dozens of wet arms suddenly dangled down from both sides of the ship.
Those arms were pale and swollen, with bluish-black fingernails, like drowned people crawling out from under the ship's side.
Immediately afterwards, a dense sound of footsteps echoed on the deck.
One by one, figures with their faces covered by white paper stood up.
They were dressed as boatmen, merchants, storytellers, and hermits.
Some people still had tattered brass plaques hanging around their necks.
Old Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Old Tian!"
"That's Lao Tian!"
A woman screamed.
"My man!"
"That's my man!"
The clattering of the pots and pans suddenly became chaotic.
Mo Chengyue's heart sank.
This trick is even dirtier.
They turn missing people into paper corpses and bring them back to disturb the minds of their relatives.
The woman in the red dress said softly, "You can protect the living."
"And what about them?"
The paper corpses on the boat all looked up.
A low, hoarse sob came from beneath the damp white paper.
"go home……"
"It's so cold..."
"Help me..."
Many people inside the local temple broke down on the spot.
"Immortal Master!"
Are they still alive?
"Can it be saved?"
Mo Chengyue did not answer immediately.
He activated the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique, and a flash of black and white energy appeared in his eyes.
The figures on the ship were lifeless.
It has no soul.
Only a trace of regret, sewn in, remains, like a tattered piece of cloth hanging on a hook.
Can't help.
There's no way to save it now, at least not right now.
Mo Chengyue remained silent for a while.
Then he looked up at the woman in the red dress.
"Don't all the people of Xuanshuang Valley have one problem?"
The woman in the red dress squinted.
"What?"
Mo Chengyue's voice turned cold.
"They especially like to use things from the dead to deceive the living."
The woman in the red dress said calmly, "It works."
Mo Chengyue nodded.
"really."
He raised his hand and took out a stack of thunder talismans.
"So I usually see things that are useful like this."
"I'll burn it clean first."
The woman in the red dress suddenly turned cold.
"You dare?"
Mo Chengyue smiled.
"Guess why I've been standing here until now without running away?"
A flash of lightning appeared at his fingertips.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique was activated.
Seven thunder talismans flew out simultaneously, lining up in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, the golden light of the Lesser Sumeru Vajra Formation suddenly swirled, no longer simply defending, but transforming into a tilted formation wall.
The lightning talisman struck the array wall, was bent by the array's force, and shot obliquely toward the red lantern of the ship like seven lightning arrows.
The woman in the red dress's expression changed slightly.
She didn't expect Mo Chengyue to dare to turn on the lights.
I never expected that he could use the defensive formation to push back the thunder talisman.
Seven red lanterns simultaneously emitted a bloody light.
The paper corpses looked up and shrieked, reaching out to block them.
boom!
The first red light exploded.
Blood and fire mixed with lightning splashed onto the river surface.
A paper corpse at the bow of the ship was instantly burned to ashes.
boom!
The second one.
The third one.
The woman in the red dress finally made her move.
With a grab of her five fingers, the river water swelled up into a giant water palm, slapping down towards the shimmering light on the shore.
"knock!"
Mo Chengyue shouted.
Old Zheng's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically smashed the pot.
"knock!"
"Knock it down, all of you!"
"Whoever stops here is practically begging to be imprisoned by that wrecked ship!"
Ding ding ding ding!
The clattering of the pots and pans was chaotic, yet it sounded as fierce as a group of mortals fighting a deadly battle against Jiang Gui.
The moment the water palm struck, a faint light flashed on the Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant at Mo Chengyue's waist.
He disappeared from the front lines.
The next instant, he appeared on a stone pillar on the left side of the ferry crossing, used to seduce boats.
There was a black banner planted there, which had previously gone unnoticed.
Mo Chengyue pressed down on the array flag and poured his true essence into it.
"rise!"
Beneath the stone pillar, three iron chains locking the boat rattled and vibrated.
Those were abandoned iron chains at the old Hongfengdu Wharf, which had been submerged in mud and water for many years.
Moved by the array flags, it suddenly sprang up from the bottom of the river.
Three thick iron chains, covered in silt and weeds, tightly bound the bow of the ship.
The woman in the red dress finally changed color.
"When did you put it on?"
Mo Chengyue's face paled slightly, but he smiled politely.
"When you sing."
"It's too noisy; it's perfect for working secretly."
The iron chain was taut.
The ship's forward momentum suddenly halted.
The remaining four red lights shook violently.
Mo Chengyue then pulled out another thunder talisman.
"Gentlemen."
"Lower your head."
Old Zheng instinctively shouted, "Head down!"
Everyone immediately lay down.
The thunder talisman flew up.
A streak of purple-white lightning suddenly fell from the dark clouds in the sky.
Boom!
The lightning struck the iron chain and then blasted into the bow of the ship.
The ship's planks cracked.
The red silk was burning.
The paper corpse screamed and lunged into the river.
The eerie ship was finally swayed slightly by the blow.
Mo Chengyue was also jolted back and let out a muffled groan, a metallic taste rising in his throat.
He forced himself to swallow it.
You can't vomit.
Spitting blood is something that acquaintances will talk about.
Even if familiar people aren't around, the psychological trauma remains.
A woman in a red dress stands at the wrecked bow of a ship, half of her red dress burned away by lightning.
But there was no blood in her body.
Only layers of wet white paper were turned over.
She stared at Mo Chengyue, her voice becoming shrill.
"You really are the person Elder Qin wants."
"Yin Yang True Essence, Thunder Technique, Array Dao."
"And that annoying mouth of hers."
Mo Chengyue said, "The last one is talent."
The woman in the red dress suddenly smiled.
Her paper body cracked little by little, revealing an ice-blue frost leaf mark on her chest.
Mo Chengyue's eyes narrowed slightly.
Another mark.
The woman in the red dress said softly, "Unfortunately, you only broke the ferry."
"Not the ship owner."
As soon as he finished speaking, a low, wooden thud suddenly came from the depths of the river.
thump.
thump.
thump.
It sounds like someone is knocking on a coffin underwater.
The ship, chained up, began to sink.
The fragments of the red lantern fell into the river, but did not go out.
Instead, it formed an even larger circle of red light underwater.
Mo Chengyue looked down.
There seems to be a boat silhouetted against the bottom of the river.
Bigger.
Older.
And deeper.
Old Zheng asked in a trembling voice, "Immortal Master... is there more below?"
Mo Chengyue paused for a moment.
Then he said very sincerely, "That's why I don't like waterway missions."
"It always likes to buy one get one free."
The remains of the paper woman in the red dress burned to ashes at the bow of the ship.
Even at the very last moment, she was still smiling as she looked at him.
"Young master."
"The boat owner said."
"Please enter the cabin."
The river water surged and churned.
A huge hook made of red thread and white bone broke through the water and headed straight for Mo Chengyue's waist.
Mo Chengyue's eyes turned cold, and his palm was already on the Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant.
Just as he was about to move sideways, Yin Xinpei suddenly shuddered violently.
A woman's soft laughter suddenly rang in his ear.
"Don't rush off."
"You carry the traces of her soul within you."
Mo Chengyue paused slightly.
This meal was extremely short.
But the hook was already in front of him.
A sudden surge of black and white energy appeared in his eyes as he drew his sword with a backhand motion.
"Then you should know even more."
"I hate it when people touch me without asking."
The sword light carried lightning.
He slashed down with his sword.
The hook was broken in half, but a strand of red thread still brushed past his sleeve.
The next instant, the red thread burrowed into the fabric as if it were alive.
Mo Chengyue's expression changed, and he immediately used Yin-Yang True Essence to seal the meridians in his right arm.
The red line did not continue to go in.
But it solidified into a small red light mark on his cuff.
The shadow of the large ship at the bottom of the river slowly turned towards him.
The sound of the pot stopped for a moment in front of the local temple.
Everyone heard a gentle yet chilling female voice coming from the bottom of the river.
"I've found you."
Mo Chengyue looked at the red stain on his cuff, but there was no smile on his face.
A moment later, he looked up at the churning river.
"Old Zheng."
Old Zheng's voice trembled.
"exist."
Mo Chengyue said slowly, "Bring all the pots and pans here."
Old Zheng was stunned.
"Still knocking?"
Mo Chengyue stared at the red light at the bottom of the river, his tone calm.
"No."
"Boil water."
"This ferry crossing tonight."
"I'll treat it to a big pot of water."