bookrebus Chapter 383 Getting the Ship to the Shore
Chapter 383 Getting the Ship to the Shore
Outside, a woman's voice rang out against the door.
This time, she didn't smile.
"Young master."
Why won't you get on the ship?
Mo Chengyue spoke gently through the door.
"Because my mother taught me from a young age that I should not get on a stranger's boat."
Old Zheng said in a low voice, "That makes sense."
Old Zhou nodded as well.
That makes sense.
There was a moment of silence outside.
The woman said softly, "I am not a stranger."
Mo Chengyue asked, "Then what's your name?"
The woman said softly, "Shuangniang."
Mo Chengyue's eyes flickered.
Old Zheng suddenly looked up.
"Frost Lady?"
Old Zhou's expression also changed.
Mo Chengyue looked at the two of them.
"know?"
Old Zhou's lips trembled.
"Twenty years ago, there was indeed a bride named Shuangniang at Hongfeng Ferry."
"She was originally from Baishi Town across the river, but married into a boatman's family at the ferry crossing."
"But on the night of the wedding ceremony, fog rolled in on the river, and the wedding boat capsized."
"Everyone on the ship is gone."
Old Zheng took over the conversation, his voice even lower.
"I heard that her body didn't float to the surface until three days later."
She was still wearing her wedding dress.
"His face was covered in frost, and there was a leaf-like mark between his brows."
The thread in Mo Chengyue's heart tightened slightly.
twenty years ago.
Frost leaf print.
The bride's corpse.
Rumors about riverboats.
Xuan Shuanggu reached out his hand earlier than he had imagined.
Or perhaps, something had been buried at this ferry crossing long ago.
It was only recently that it was reawakened.
Shuangniang outside the door began to sing softly.
The melody is old.
It sounds like a wedding song, and also like a funeral dirge.
"Red lanterns illuminate the water, white-clad figures cross the river."
"My lord, do not be afraid, come with me back to my hometown."
Old Zheng and Old Zhou both stared blankly at the same time.
The Yin Xin Pei in Mo Chengyue's arms trembled again.
He raised his hand, joined two fingers together, and touched the two men's foreheads respectively.
The Yin and Yang True Essence rotates once.
The two of them shuddered suddenly, their eyes regaining their clarity.
Old Zheng was so frightened he almost bit his tongue.
"What happened to me just now?"
Mo Chengyue said, "I almost wanted to get married."
Old Zheng's face turned green.
"With whom?"
Mo Chengyue pointed outside the door.
Old Zheng shut up on the spot.
Old Zhou said in a trembling voice, "Young master, this thing used to only harm people by the river, and we never dared to stick it on the front of the house."
"Why are you so fierce tonight?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the increasingly deep water stains on the door.
"Because I've come."
Old Zheng and Old Zhou both looked at him.
Mo Chengyue added this very naturally.
"What I mean is, cultivators have a lot of yang energy, which makes them more likely to attract trouble."
Old Zheng's expression was complicated.
"Young master, your words don't sound like comforting."
Mo Chengyue smiled.
"That wasn't originally the case."
The singing outside the door suddenly stopped.
The fog receded by half an inch.
Then, a lower, colder voice came from the depths of the river.
That voice didn't sound like Shuangniang's.
It doesn't resemble Lao Zheng either.
It sounded more like a woman's whisper coming through thick ice.
"Yin Yang True Essence".
"It really was you."
The smile in Mo Chengyue's eyes gradually faded.
The candlelight inside the room suddenly turned blue.
Old Zheng and Old Zhou didn't understand anything, but felt a chill run down their spines.
Mo Chengyue slowly raised his hand and pressed down on the thunder talisman in his sleeve.
He did not open the door immediately.
There was no reply.
This voice may not actually be Qin Suying's.
It's more likely just a lingering regret transmitted through water, or some kind of pre-set premonition.
But it can recognize the true essence of Yin and Yang.
That's troublesome enough.
The voice rang out again from outside the door.
"Get on the ship."
"I'll show you the truth."
Mo Chengyue remained silent for two breaths.
Then I asked seriously, "Does it include round-trip transportation?"
The chill outside the door momentarily subsided.
Old Zheng almost burst into tears.
"Young Master!"
"Please stop talking!"
Mo Chengyue sighed.
"Alright."
He slowly stood up.
"It seems we won't get anything out of them if we don't board the ship tonight."
Old Zhou was so frightened that he grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Young master, are you really going?"
Mo Chengyue looked down at the corner of his clothes that had been grabbed.
This is the second piece of clothing that might be ruined today.
He suddenly understood why Leng Yuexin kept staring at the clothes.
"rest assured."
Mo Chengyue pulled his clothes back, his tone calm.
"I'm not getting on the ship."
Old Zheng was stunned.
"So what do you want to do?"
Mo Chengyue walked to the door, five thunder talismans between his fingertips.
The yellow light from the talisman shone on his face, making his eyes exceptionally clear.
"It invited me onto the boat."
"This means the ship is its territory."
"In that case..."
He raised his hand and placed it on the door latch.
"Can't I just bring the boat ashore?"
The red light outside the door suddenly turned on.
The river mist surged and billowed.
Shuangniang's scream pierced the night.
Mo Chengyue kicked open the wooden door, and five thunder talismans flew out at the same time.
Lightning illuminated the ferry crossing.
The black ship in the fog finally revealed half of its rotting hull.
An old red lantern hung at the bow of the boat.
A woman in a wedding dress stood under the lamp.
Her brow was frosted with blood-red leaves.
He was staring intently at Mo Chengyue.
Mo Chengyue looked at her and spoke seriously.
"girl."
"Operating illegally, pull over for inspection."
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The moment the lightning exploded, the entire ferry crossing felt as if it had been slapped hard by daylight.
The fog rolled back.
The river water churned up with black waves.
The black ship, which was originally hidden in the fog with only a red light showing, was now forced to reveal most of its hull by the five thunder talismans.
The ship's planks are rotten.
The mast is broken at an angle.
A string of wet copper bells hung from the gunwale, but when the wind blew, the sound was not like the sound of bells, but more like someone gritting their teeth underwater.
Old Zheng stood inside the house, his face as white as noodles just scooped out of a pot.
"Master Mo..."
"Didn't you say you weren't getting on the ship?"
Mo Chengyue stood at the door, his robes fluttering in the river wind, his face calm.
"I really won't go."
He raised his hand and produced two more thunder talismans.
"But it didn't say it couldn't be brought ashore."
Old Zheng's lips trembled.
"What if it doesn't rely on it?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the black ship in the fog, his tone serious.
"That means there's a problem with the service attitude."
Old Zheng: "..."
What time is it?
Why would you care about the service attitude?
The red light on the black ship suddenly flickered.
Under the lamplight, the woman in her wedding dress slowly raised her head.
She was extremely beautiful.
It's not the beauty of a living person.
Her face was as pale as the moon reflected in the river, but her lips were as red as if they had been stained with blood. Her dark hair was wet and stuck to the sides of her face. Her wedding dress was layered and folded, with fine frost on the edges.
The strangest thing was the frost leaf between her eyebrows.
It was a dark, dull red.
It was as if someone had taken a drop of their heart's blood and forcefully pressed it into her soul.
She looked at Mo Chengyue, her voice drifting from the river mist.
"My lord."
"If you see a red light, why not get on the boat?"
The voice was excessively soft.
Like whispers in an old dream.
It's like a hand reaching out from the water, gently wrapping around a person's neck.
The boatmen inside, who had been hiding by the wall, stared blankly when they heard the sound.
A younger boatman murmured, "It sounds nice..."
Old Zheng, who was standing next to him, suddenly slapped him across the face.
"Nice to hear, my foot!"
"You've never been this obedient when your mother calls you for dinner!"
The young boatman was jolted awake, his whole body trembled, and he almost burst into tears.
"Uncle Zheng, I think I just saw my wife."
Old Zheng cursed, "Your wife is at home recovering from childbirth, what did you see?!"
Mo Chengyue did not turn around.
He squinted at the woman in the wedding dress, his Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique quietly activating.
The fog surrounding the black ship immediately changed color in his eyes.
The water vapor is bluish-black.
Resentment is dark red.
Behind the woman, a very faint gray-white frost line, like a fine needle, pierced the bottom of the black boat and disappeared into the depths of the river.