redvbooks Chapter 426 Ruthless Person Who Refuses to Cooperate with Illegal Procedures
Chapter 426 Ruthless Person Who Refuses to Cooperate with Illegal Procedures
Mo Chengyue didn't respond to her words, but instead pasted the last Tranquilizing Talisman next to the stone trough outside the door: "Your ship owner originally wanted to wait for the night when the moon was waning."
The seventh eye tapped its fingers lightly on its knee, causing the water stains on the wedding dress to spread outwards: "Yes."
Manager Hu immediately looked at Mo Chengyue: "She admitted it."
Mo Chengyue gestured for her not to go forward: "Admitting it's worthless, there's more to come."
The Seventh Eye spoke: "On a moonless night, a red lantern boat will come to pick you up. The blood oath is complete, the wedding dress is complete, the bone needles are complete, the boat's eye opens, and you will depart with dignity."
Mo Chengyue raised an eyebrow: "Sounds like a funeral plan you've prepared in advance."
"But you burned the boat owner with the fire, the sounds of people, hot water, and metal utensils while you were cooking in front of the local temple."
Manager Hu recalled the billowing steam from the dozen or so large pots that night, and his voice held a hint of satisfaction: "Perfectly cooked."
The smile beneath the veil of the seventh eye turned cold: "So she had to complete the wedding invitation ahead of schedule."
Mo Chengyue concealed the red lines on his palm inside his sleeve, his tone still nonchalant: "Is it my fault?"
The seventh eye replied softly, "It's your fault for not being good."
Mo Chengyue nodded: "That is indeed my fault. I have never liked cooperating with illegal procedures since I was a child."
Shopkeeper Hu stared at the back of his hand: "What will happen if I finish it ahead of schedule?"
Seventh Eye spoke up before Mo Chengyue could: "The blood oath can be exchanged for the lamp wick, and the living name can enter the cabin. He doesn't need to wait for the waning moon to board the ship."
Shopkeeper Hu nearly hit the doorpost with the white paper lantern in his hand: "Are you going to drag him away now?"
Mo Chengyue looked at Seventh Gaze: "Getting impatient?"
"You've delivered the letter."
The fog outside the abandoned dock receded after those words, and the talisman pasted on the door became darkened by the moisture.
The Seventh Eye slowly stood up, her red wedding dress leaving a long trail of water as she dragged herself out of the wrecked boat: "You think that sword aura outside can save you?"
Mo Chengyue looked at her feet and realized that she wasn't actually standing on the deck, but rather her shadow was suspended by several red threads. He then placed the Rain Flower Sword across the threshold and said, "Whether I can save her or not is another matter, but at least I'll make your ship owner sleep in peace."
"She won't sleep."
"That's even better, staying up late is bad for your health."
Manager Hu saw Seventh Eyes stand up and said in a tense voice, "Don't come any closer."
The seventh eye stopped in the middle of the wrecked ship, the veil facing her: "Sister, don't you want to see me?"
Manager Hu clutched the silver hairpin, the talisman crumpled in her hand: "I want to see her, not you."
The Seventh Eye asked softly, "Can you tell the difference?"
Manager Hu did not answer.
Mo Chengyue raised his sword sheath, blocking Manager Hu's view across the threshold: "She wants you to lift the veil."
Manager Hu managed to say with difficulty, "I know."
The Seventh Eye's laughter softened: "Knowing it and still being afraid? Being afraid means you've already accepted it in your heart."
Mo Chengyue interjected, "Whether you acknowledge it or not is another matter; where are your betrothal gifts?"
The Seventh Eye turned to him: "You still want a betrothal gift?"
"certainly."
"The red-light boat will give you your life."
"This is called forced buying and selling."
"I'll give you the position of the ship's owner."
"It sounds like I'll be working the night shift."
"Here's a Yulin Red gift for you."
"She should come and negotiate herself; don't send temporary workers to make empty promises."
Water dripped from the Seventh Eye's sleeve, leaving black, damp stains on the ruined dock floor: "You're not going to believe my empty promises?"
"I won't eat it."
"Then let's look at the accounts."
Black water seeped out from the bottom of the wrecked ship, first bypassing the old wooden stakes in the center of the dock, then spreading along the cracks in the ground, and one human face after another emerged from the water.
When Manager Hu saw the first face, the lamplight flickered at his feet: "Old Wu."
The man in the water had empty eye sockets and his lips moved, but he couldn't make any sound.
The second face was turned over, pressed against the water, with an old wound on its forehead. Zhou Ping, whom Old Zheng used to call his uncle, was among them.
Shopkeeper Hu's lips turned pale: "Zhou Ping."
Mo Chengyue didn't let her continue reading, and held his sword sheath horizontally to block her chin: "Don't call on anyone."
More faces surfaced in the water: an old woman, a young boatman, a woman in red cloth shoes, and a child's face half-soaked and mangled by the water.
Seventh Eyes stood inside the red wedding dress, her voice as soft as if she were reading from a wedding register: "They've all been on the ship, and they've all paved the way for you."
Manager Hu gritted his teeth: "What do you take them for?"
The seventh eye answered, "Lamp oil."
Mo Chengyue looked at those faces, the red lines on his palms shimmering in the red light reflected on the water, and a faint warmth rising from his sleeves: "It's not just lamp oil."
Seventh Eye tilted his head: "You figured it out?"
Mo Chengyue affixed a soul-protecting talisman to the inside of the threshold. After the talisman's flame lit up, those faces were forced to sink a little deeper into the water: "They are nails too."
"Soul Nail Array."
"Your ship owners are quite economical with materials."
The veil of the Seventh Eye turned to him: "Stubbornness won't save them."
Mo Chengyue raised his eyes: "Saving them is not the primary objective tonight."
Manager Hu looked at him abruptly, about to speak, but Mo Chengyue interrupted him: "Don't curse. The living have priority, the half-living have to line up, and the completely dead have to wait until I have time."
The Seventh Eye laughed: "You're quite honest."
Manager Hu couldn't suppress the pain in his eyes, but he didn't lash out at him: "Where is Shuang'er in line?"
Mo Chengyue looked towards the deepest part of the water: "Let's see how much she has left."
The seventh eye raised its hand, and the red thread in its sleeve fell into the black water, causing everyone on the surface of the water to back away.
A red light rose from the wrecked ship in the center of the dock.
Half of a young girl's face was pressed against the lamp wick.
That half of her face overlapped with Hu Shuang'er in Manager Hu's memory, but it was much cleaner than the voice under the veil just now. Her eyebrows and eyes were white from the lamplight, and there was no smile on her lips, only the fine marks left by the red thread.
The white paper lantern in Shopkeeper Hu's hand fell, but she caught it back before the handle slipped out of her palm: "Shuang'er."
This time, Mo Chengyue did not stop her immediately.
Because the half of the face in the lamp wick did not respond.
Shopkeeper Hu stumbled forward, the light from the threshold burning the hem of her skirt until it smoked, but she seemed oblivious, staring only at the lamp wick: "Shuang'er, look at me."
Half of his soul was pressed down by the red light, his eyelids struggling to lift, as if looking at the shore through thick water.
The Seventh Eye spoke softly from the side: "She can't stand you."
Shopkeeper Hu's voice was hoarse from being worn down: "Why?"
"Her eyes are on me."
The Seventh Eye raised her hand and touched her red veil: "Her thoughts are in the lamplight."
Mo Chengyue looked at the red lantern, his joking tone fading: "The original energy is still there, the remnant soul was compressed into a wick, and the ship's eye took away the part that guided the way."
Shopkeeper Hu asked, "Can it be disassembled?"
The Seventh Eye answered for him: "Yes."
Manager Hu looked at her, his eyes surging with hatred: "You're willing to let me go?"
Seventh Eyes chuckled softly: "I won't let go, and neither will the ship owner, but the groom can be replaced."
Mo Chengyue's fingertips pressed against the sword hilt: "Finally, we've reached the full price."
The seventh eye turned to him, the red veil lifted slightly by the damp wind in the dock, but her face was still not fully revealed: "Didn't you want a betrothal gift?"
Mo Chengyue looked at her: "You're using her as a betrothal gift?"
"She is someone the Hu family owes the ship owner for old debts, and someone you want to get off the ship."
Shopkeeper Hu held the silver hairpin to his chest, his voice trembling, but no longer flustered: "What do you want him to give in exchange?"
The seventh eye didn't look at Manager Hu, but only reached out its hand to Mo Chengyue.
The red thread from her sleeve dangled into the black water, and the faces of the missing people in the water rose again, all looking at the red lines on his palm.
Mo Chengyue glanced down at the blood-stained note in his hand, then looked up at the half-real, fragmented soul in the lamp wick.
The Seventh Eye said softly, "If you want to save her, give her your blood oath."