bookrebus Chapter 391 The woman in the red dress boards the ship and asks the young man.
Chapter 391 The woman in the red dress boards the ship and asks the young man.
When the seven red lanterns pressed down at once, the surface of the river at Hongfengdu looked as if it had been covered with a layer of bloody gauze.
In front of the local temple, Old Zheng's wooden stick trembled as he struck the ground.
when!
when!
when!
The sound of the pots and pans, one after another, completely drowned out the low humming that was trying to get into people's ears.
"Master Ink Immortal!"
A boatman shouted, his face ashen.
"Is that ship...is that ship heading straight for us?"
Mo Chengyue stood at the forefront of the array patterns, his gaze fixed on the ship in the middle of the river.
Be more confident.
"It's coming for us."
The boatman's legs went weak.
"What should we do then?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at him.
Keep knocking.
"Knocking on a pot can save a life."
The boatman's lips trembled.
"Really?"
Mo Chengyue said earnestly, "At least it can stop you from overthinking right now."
The boatman paused for a moment, then immediately grabbed the iron pot and started banging it wildly.
Ding ding ding ding!
An old woman next to him gritted her teeth and followed.
"knock!"
"If Master Mo tells us to knock, then we'll knock!"
"Anyone who dares to stop, I'll whack them awake with a pot of hot water!"
The originally scattered crowd at Hongfeng Ferry was subdued by these few words.
The fear remains.
But as long as people have something to do, they are not so easily scared away.
Mo Chengyue glanced at everyone out of the corner of his eye and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
well.
Public sentiment has temporarily stabilized.
Now it depends on whether the other party is willing to show some courtesy in this battle of wits.
In the river mist, the warship drew ever closer.
The boat was dilapidated, and blackened red silk hung from the railings.
The mast was broken in half, but a main lamp hung high on the bow.
A woman's figure stood under the lamp.
The woman wore a wet, red dress, the hem of which clung to the boat's deck, as if she had just emerged from the bottom of the river.
Her black hair reached her waist, her skin was so white it was almost translucent, but her eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful.
That kind of beauty is just too cold.
They don't look like living people.
It's more like a figure in a painting who has been enshrined in a coffin for many years and suddenly opens their eyes.
She looked at Mo Chengyue through the river mist, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Young master."
"You killed my guide."
Mo Chengyue raised his hand to adjust the spirit wood crown.
"Young lady, your statement is not precise."
"It is not a person."
The woman in the red dress chuckled softly.
"But it hurts."
Mo Chengyue nodded.
"That means your counterfeiting techniques are quite sophisticated."
"Remember to add after-sales instructions next time."
The woman in the red dress paused slightly in her smile.
Standing in front of the local temple, Old Zheng looked completely bewildered.
"What is the Immortal Master doing?"
A young boatman nearby whispered, "Scold her."
Old Zheng was stunned.
"Does cursing evil spirits work?"
The young boatman swallowed hard.
"I don't know, but it sounds quite inspiring."
The woman in the red dress raised one hand.
Seven red lights swayed simultaneously.
The lights fell on the river, creating seven thin red lines that swam towards the shore like living snakes.
Where the red line passes, the water vapor cools rapidly.
Several fishermen who were nearby on the shore turned pale and their eyes immediately went blank.
"mother……"
Someone murmured something.
"My mother is calling me..."
Another young man also took a step forward.
"Ah Lian?"
"Weren't you dead?"
Mo Chengyue's eyes darkened.
Bewitching.
It's still the bewitching power that comes from people's deepest obsessions.
I hate this kind of morally offensive attack.
The sound pendant in his sleeve trembled slightly, and the clear sound, like needles, pierced his soul and awakened him.
At the same time, the Breath-Tracking Feather Talisman given by Jin Qiaoqiao also emitted a circle of seven-colored light.
A thought flashed through Mo Chengyue's mind.
If I don't let them know I'm safe when I get back, I might be in a worse situation than if I were abducted by evil spirits.
He took out three calming talismans with his backhand and flicked them with his fingertips.
The light fell on the foreheads of Old Zheng, the boatman, and the young man.
"Awake!"
The three of them shuddered and snapped back to their senses.
The young man was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
"I just..."
Mo Chengyue said coldly, "Don't look at the lamp."
"Watch the pot."
Everyone was taken aback.
Mo Chengyue added a sentence.
"The pot is quite simple; it won't lie to you."
Old Zheng immediately roared, "Heads down, all of you!"
"Watch the pot!"
"Watch the pot bang!"
As expected, everyone lowered their heads in unison.
The scene was incredibly absurd for a moment.
The woman in the red dress stood at the bow of the boat, her gaze finally turning cold.
"You certainly know how to manage mortals."
Mo Chengyue said, "There's nothing I can do."
"The temporary workforce mainly relies on slogans."
The woman in the red dress said calmly, "But they will still die."
Her fingertips touched the ground.
The seven red lines suddenly accelerated, skimming the water's surface as they hurtled toward the shore.
Mo Chengyue stomped his foot.
The nails that had been buried in the mud at the ferry crossing lit up at the same time.
Golden light burst forth from the ground, forming a semi-circular barrier that enveloped the earth god temple and the people on the shore.
The red line struck the burst of light, making a hissing sound.
Fine cracks immediately appeared on the surface of the barrier.
Mo Chengyue's eyebrows twitched.
This thing isn't just ghost lines.
It contains corpse frost.
There was also a very faint, chilling smell.
Mysterious Frost Valley.
Sure enough, it's those workaholics again.
The woman in the red dress looked at the golden light and tilted her head slightly.
"The Lesser Sumeru Vajra Formation?"
"You're Mo Chengyue?"
Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat.
it is good.
Terrorist incidents requiring real-name registration.
His face remained calm.
"no."
The woman in the red dress smiled.
"You denied it too quickly."
Mo Chengyue said, "In the martial world, one must protect one's privacy."
The woman in the red dress lowered her voice.
Elder Qin said, "You're very interesting."
Mo Chengyue's gaze finally darkened completely.
The sound of the pot was still echoing inside the earth god temple.
But the fog around the river was getting thicker and thicker.
The distant streets, inns, and wooden sheds at the ferry crossing all seemed to be swallowed up by the fog.
This is not simply the work of evil spirits.
Someone was waiting for him at Hongfeng Ferry.
Mo Chengyue said in a low voice, "Old Zheng."
Old Zheng didn't stop banging the pot.
"Master, please speak!"
How many wells are there behind the ferry crossing?
Old Zheng was taken aback.
"Three people."
"Two mouthfuls are ruined, but one mouthful is still usable."
Mo Chengyue said, "Send two people to the abandoned well and burn the yellow talisman I pasted on the edge of the well."
Old Zheng's face turned pale.
"Shall we go now?"
Mo Chengyue said, "Now."
"Don't look at the river."
"Run there, activate the talisman, and run back."
Old Zheng gritted his teeth and looked at the two burly men beside him.
"Gousheng, Tiezhu!"
The two burly men turned green with rage.
"Dad, could you please choose a nicer-sounding name?"
Old Zheng kicked it.
"You're about to lose your life, and you still want to pick a name?"
Two burly men rushed into the fog with long faces.
The woman in the red dress didn't stop her; she just smiled.
"You think a few talismans can change the water veins?"
Mo Chengyue said, "It can't be changed."
"So I have no plans to change the water veins."
The woman in the red dress's eyes flickered slightly.
The next moment, two beams of light suddenly lit up behind the ferry crossing.
The talisman paper on the edge of the abandoned well was set on fire.
The flames didn't burn upwards, but rather drilled downwards along the well wall.
A moment later, a muffled sound came from underground at Red Maple Ferry.
It was as if something had been knocked awake.
Old Zheng cried out in fright, "Master! Why is there a sound coming from underground too?"
Mo Chengyue said, "That's normal."
"Your Hongfengdu used to be an old riverbed, and there are still dried-up underground channels."
"This boat comes from the river, its red lanterns enchanting the air."
"Then I'll use the old underground canal to divert some of its moisture away."
Old Zheng only half understood what he was hearing.
"Can we win?"
Mo Chengyue thought about it carefully.
"It can be delayed."
Old Zheng almost fainted.
"Just dragging it out?"
Mo Chengyue said, "If we can stall, we'll have a chance."
"Many times, people survive not because they won beautifully."
"It's because the other side got anxious first."