bookrebus Chapter 390 The Pretty Older Sister Climbs the Well First
Chapter 390 The Pretty Older Sister Climbs the Well First
Mo Chengyue felt a chill in his heart.
"The ship didn't come by itself."
Old Zheng's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.
"Who's pulling the boat?"
Mo Chengyue slowly said, "Jiangxia."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the first black ship suddenly stopped.
The red light at the bow of the ship swayed slightly.
A figure emerged from the cabin.
He was a middle-aged man wearing a short blue cloth jacket.
His face was pale from being soaked in water, his hair was plastered to his cheeks, and he had an old wooden plaque hanging on his chest.
Old Qian dropped the wooden stick from his hand on the spot.
"Ah Xiu..."
His lips were trembling uncontrollably.
"Ah Xiu, is that you?"
The figure slowly raised her head and gave him a gentle yet stiff smile.
"Old Qian."
"The soup in the pot is going to burn."
Tears welled up in Lao Qian's eyes, and he took a half-inch step forward.
A talisman flew out from Mo Chengyue's sleeve and stuck to Lao Qian's chest.
Old Qian froze, rooted to the spot.
His eyes turned red with anxiety.
"Master! That's my wife!"
Mo Chengyue didn't look at him, but stared at the bow of the ship.
"Your wife knows you never keep making wonton soup until late at night."
Old Qian was stunned.
The woman at the bow of the boat paused in her smile.
Mo Chengyue continued, "Your pot is empty tonight."
Old Qian suddenly lowered his head.
The pot in his arms had indeed been knocked over long ago; there was only an iron spoon inside.
The woman's face at the bow of the boat slowly cracked open.
The smile stretched from the corners of his mouth all the way to his ears.
Old Qian's body went limp, and he almost collapsed.
"Knock on the pot."
Mo Chengyue's voice turned cold.
Old Qian cried as he grabbed the iron ladle and smashed it down hard.
when!
That sound was louder than anyone else's.
The woman at the bow of the ship let out a shriek, her body suddenly twisting and turning into a shadow like a ball of wet, black hair, lunging towards the front of the formation.
Mo Chengyue raised his hand.
The thunder talisman exploded.
A streak of purple and white lightning pierced the night mist, striking the shadowy figure directly.
The shadow screamed and flew back onto the ship, and the red light suddenly dimmed.
A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd in front of the temple.
"Hit!"
"The immortal master is truly formidable!"
"Nonsense, you can't fight a celestial master, so what, do you think you can?"
Mo Chengyue felt no relief whatsoever.
That just now only dispersed the illusion at the bow of the ship.
The boat was not damaged.
The red light was still on.
What's more troublesome is that the seventh lamp has not yet appeared.
Six black boats lay across the river, as if waiting for something.
The fog grew thicker.
Suddenly, the sound of water came from the dry well behind the earth god temple.
Splash!
Splash!
The young boatman turned around abruptly.
"There's water behind the temple!"
Old Zheng exclaimed, "Impossible! That well has been dry for twenty years!"
Mo Chengyue's eyes darkened.
Good guy.
The boat is positioned in front, while a well is being irrigated behind it.
This thing even knows how to flank.
He immediately threw out two spikes, which were driven into the ground behind the temple.
As soon as the golden light appeared, a stream of black water suddenly gushed out of the well.
Several pale arms emerged from the black water and reached for the two women closest to them.
The elixir bottle given to her by Qin Wanzhuang trembled slightly in her sleeve.
Lin Miaoyin's Yinxin Pendant also emitted a faint, clear chime.
A seven-colored dark light rose from the edge of Jin Qiaoqiao's tracking feather talisman.
The three protective items simultaneously signaled a warning.
Mo Chengyue's eyelids twitched.
"OK."
"The three of you are so far apart, yet you still manage to work overtime."
He swayed and unleashed the Heavenly Dragon Step.
A figure flashed past the temple lights, so fast that only a faint shadow remained.
He held the talisman in his left hand and drew his sword with his right.
The Rain Flower Sword Technique descended, its sword light as fine and dense as a sudden rain, precisely severing the sailors.
The pale arm fell to the ground without blood, only a pool of cold, black water.
Blackwater tried to climb back into the crowd.
Mo Chengyue tapped his toes, and the spiritual light of the array flags suddenly tightened.
Golden veins emerged from the soil, like an inverted net, forcefully pushing the black water back into the well.
The sound of many people crying came from the well.
There are men and women, old and young.
"Help me..."
"I'm so cold..."
"Father, I'm down there..."
"Mother, help me up..."
The crying inside the temple could no longer be contained.
An old woman covered her mouth, almost fainting.
"He's my grandson..."
Mo Chengyue bit his fingertip and added a stroke to the talisman at the wellhead.
The talisman suddenly shone brightly.
The crying from the well turned into a shrill laugh.
"Mo Chengyue".
The voice suddenly changed.
Gently and softly.
It felt like a woman was whispering in my ear.
"You feel so warm."
Mo Chengyue paused.
The people in front of the temple didn't hear clearly, and only felt the night wind getting colder.
Mo Chengyue heard it all clearly.
The other party knew his name.
The carefree attitude in his eyes completely disappeared.
This is not something that mortals and evil spirits should know.
He stared at the well opening and said slowly, "News travels really fast in Hongfeng Ferry."
The well water churned.
In the darkness, a slender white hand reached up to the edge of the well.
The nails are bright red.
A piece of soaked red silk was wrapped around her wrist.
Then, a woman slowly poked half her face out of the well.
Her eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful, but her lips were an unnaturally red.
Strands of hair dripped water and clung to the side of her snow-white neck.
If it weren't for the way he made his entrance, which was so unusual, just looking at his face would be enough to make half the men on the ferry street forget to go home.
She looked at Mo Chengyue with a gentle smile.
"Some say that a young man who can regulate yin and yang has come to the Hehuan Sect."
"I didn't believe it at first."
Mo Chengyue looked at her.
"Do you believe me now?"
The woman's smile deepened.
"I want to try it now."
The people in front of the temple couldn't hear the second half of the sentence, but they could see a woman who was so beautiful she didn't look human crawling out of the well.
Old Zheng opened his mouth.
"Who...who is this?"
The young boatman stammered.
"A demon ship even offers brides?"
Old Zheng raised his hand and smacked him on the back of the head.
"Shut up! Do you have a death wish?"
Mo Chengyue sighed.
"Everyone, did you see that?"
"This is the preliminary procedure before the pretty woman serves the wine."
"Get out of the well first."
The crowd in front of the temple: "..."
They were terrified, but for some reason they wanted to laugh.
The woman in the well turned cold.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
Mo Chengyue said, "I'm afraid."
"But I have one advantage."
The woman raised an eyebrow.
Mo Chengyue calmly said, "The more afraid you are, the more you want to cripple the trouble first."
As soon as he finished speaking, three thunder talismans flew out from his sleeve at the same time.
At the same time, the Lesser Sumeru Vajra Formation reversed and contracted, the golden light at the wellhead transforming into a heavy array ring that slammed down on the woman's shoulder.
The woman's expression changed drastically.
She hadn't expected that this seemingly mild-mannered disciple of the Hehuan Sect would strike without uttering a single unnecessary word.
Lightning struck.
The well water exploded.
Half of the woman's body was charred black by the lightning, but no flesh was torn open; only pieces of skin, like wet paper, peeled off.
Subcutaneous tissue is not bone.
They were tangled together, tiny red threads.
The red lines all lead to the sixth black boat on the river.
Mo Chengyue's pupils contracted.
"Paper dolls?"
The woman laughed shrilly, "You guessed right."
"Too late."
Deep in the river, the seventh red light finally came on.
That lamp was taller than the previous six.
It became even more popular.
The red light pierced through the night fog, vaguely revealing a huge multi-storied ship.
The ship, without sails or oars, slowly moved toward the ferry crossing.
A row of figures stood at the bow of the ship.
Among those figures, some wore short clothes like boatmen, some wore long gowns like innkeepers, and some were carrying rotten wooden boxes.
There was also an old man who looked like a storyteller, holding a waterlogged storybook in his arms, grinning at the shore.
Old Zheng was trembling all over.
"They're all missing people..."
Mo Chengyue looked at the multi-story ship, his expression also not good.
Under the seventh lamp, there was still a shadow in the cabin of the ship.
The shadow did not appear.
But a familiar yet chilly grayish-white aura was slowly seeping out from the gaps in the cabin.
Corpse Frost.
The taste of Xuan Shuang Valley.
Mo Chengyue cursed inwardly.
well.
Experiences in the mortal world.
The everyday life of ordinary people.
River fish are delicious.
When the pot lid was lifted, it revealed Xuan Shuang Valley underneath.
The paper doll woman in the well creaked under the weight of the array rings, yet she still smiled at him.
"Young master."
"Let's get on the ship."
"The boat owner has been waiting for you for a long time."
Mo Chengyue glanced down at her and smiled very politely.
"Please tell your ship owner for me."
I get seasick.
After saying that, he thrust his sword into the paper figure's brow.
The remaining energy of the thunderous talisman flowed into the sword's edge.
The paper figure screamed and shattered, turning into a well full of red threads.
At the same instant, all seven red lanterns on the river flickered.
On the ship, the shadow that had not yet appeared seemed to have turned its head.
Mo Chengyue gripped the sword hilt tightly, and the array patterns beneath his feet lit up inch by inch.
He turned to look at the people in the earth god temple.
Keep knocking.
"Whoever stops, has to write their own will tomorrow."
With red eyes, Old Zheng was the first to raise the wooden stick.
when!
The sound of the pot breaking through the night fog.
Seven red lanterns pressed down on the ferry crossing.
Mo Chengyue stood at the front of the formation, his sleeves fluttering in the river wind.
He looked at the multi-story ship and took a soft breath.
"Alright."
"Let's not check tonight."
"Start work immediately."