met free Chapter 394 You want to get ashore? First, you need to get through hot water.
Chapter 394 You want to get ashore? First, you need to get through hot water.
The torches fell into the woodpile in unison.
With a loud bang.
More than a dozen pots were engulfed in flames at the same time.
The river water was poured into the pot, and steam billowed up.
The white mist and the river mist mingled together, making it impossible to distinguish which came from the pot and which came from the river.
Mo Chengyue pressed his palm down on the array plate.
"knock!"
Old Zheng swung the iron ladle and smashed it hard against the edge of the pot.
when!
A crisp sound rang out.
Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so boatmen followed suit and started banging on the water.
Ding ding ding ding!
The sounds of the pots and pans were no longer chaotic.
Instead, guided by Mo Chengyue's battle flags, the sounds, one after another, subtly formed a rough yet powerful rhythm.
The flames in front of the local temple suddenly flared up.
Steam rose from the pot, spreading along the grid pattern towards the river surface.
That's not ordinary water vapor.
The steam was mixed with the sounds of fire, voices, and the clanging of metal instruments, as well as the mortal smoke that had accumulated in front of the local earth god temple over the years.
Mo Chengyue didn't want a pot of water.
It's human temper.
The demon ship had been at the bottom of the river for a long time, relying on the gloomy mist, resentment, and lingering souls to travel.
What it fears most is not necessarily thunder.
It may not necessarily be a sword.
It's not so much the chaotic, rough, lively, and energetic atmosphere of people, but rather the vibrant energy of a community.
Jiang Wu was so hit by the heat that he was forced back half a zhang.
The shadows of the red lanterns hanging under the eaves also began to distort.
The female voice is no longer gentle.
"You're asking for it."
Mo Chengyue stared at the river.
I've heard that too many times lately.
"I suggest that you villains standardize your wording."
The red light suddenly burned.
Mo Chengyue felt excruciating pain in the meridians of his right arm, as if countless ice needles were piercing it.
The shadow of the black boat suddenly rose from beneath the river's surface.
The bow of the ship broke through the water mist.
A pale hand reached out from under the ship's side.
Her hands were slender and beautiful, with red nail polish on her fingertips.
But behind the wrist bone, there was a stretch of swollen, grayish-white flesh.
Old Zheng was so startled he almost threw the spoon away.
Mo Chengyue shouted sternly, "Knock!"
Old Zheng gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and smashed it down again.
"knock!"
"Knock it all down!"
"Whoever stops here, they'll have to board the ship and get married tonight!"
This statement is more effective than Mo Chengyue's formation.
The sound of the pot cooking instantly became louder.
Ding ding ding ding!
In the firelight, Mo Chengyue drew his sword.
The Rain Flower Sword Technique begins.
The sword light was no longer as dense as rain, but instead contained pale purple arcs of lightning from the Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique.
He took a step forward, and his Heavenly Dragon Step left a trail of afterimages on the muddy ground.
The pale hand was about to reach for the shore.
Mo Chengyue has arrived at the riverbank.
He slashed down with his sword.
Lightning exploded.
Three fingers of the pale hand were severed.
A piercing scream came from the bottom of the river.
The severed finger fell into the water, but did not sink.
Instead, it transformed into three red lines, rolling back towards Mo Chengyue's sleeve.
Mo Chengyue had anticipated this.
He flung out two thunder talismans from his left hand.
"We can't afford to save any more money."
"I'll have to get reimbursed when I get back."
The thunder talisman exploded.
The red line sizzled as it was burned by the lightning.
But one of them still forced its way through the lightning and pierced straight at his brow.
Mo Chengyue's gaze turned cold.
The moon's shadow shimmered faintly in the sky.
His figure shifted half a foot to the side.
The red thread brushed past his temple and embedded itself in the doorpost of the earth god temple behind him.
A wet, woman's face suddenly appeared on the doorpost.
His face was deathly pale.
Her lips were bright red.
He was slowly opening his eyes.
A boatman happened to see it and was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Mother!"
Mo Chengyue turned around and shouted, "Don't acknowledge relatives!"
The boatman swallowed the rest of his words on the spot.
The woman's face on the doorpost has its mouth open.
"Young master..."
Mo Chengyue raised his hand and slapped a soul-protecting talisman over.
"Shut up."
A flash of light.
The woman's face was distorted by the golden light.
But at that moment, the red lanterns on the river all lit up simultaneously.
The hull of the black ship was finally partially visible.
A row of red lanterns hung on the dilapidated ship deck.
Under each lantern, a strand of wet hair hung.
A woman in red was standing at the bow of the boat.
She was wearing a veil.
Water was dripping continuously from the edge of the veil.
The water fell onto the boat deck, but it made the sound of rolling blood droplets.
Old Zheng's legs went weak.
"It's her..."
"It's that woman singing in my dream..."
The woman in red gently raised her hand.
The water in all the pots sank at the same time.
The fire is still burning.
The water seemed to be held back by something, and it wouldn't boil for a long time.
Mo Chengyue's eyes darkened.
"Trying to steal the spotlight?"
"You've got a good eye for timing."
He raised his hand and pressed it against the array plate.
The Yin and Yang essence suddenly shifted.
The black and white energy flowed along the patterns on the bottom of the pot, forcibly drawing the heat from all the pots into the central iron cauldron.
The large iron cauldron shook violently.
The pot lid was making a banging noise.
The woman in red seemed to sense something was wrong, and dozens of red threads flew out from her sleeve.
A red thread pierced through the fog, striking directly at the group banging on the pot.
Mo Chengyue took a step back, and the battle flags lit up at the same time.
The simplified outer shell of the Small Sumeru Vajra Array opens.
The golden light, like a thin bell, protected the crowd in front of the local temple.
The red line struck the golden light, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
The flash of light quickly dimmed.
Mo Chengyue's lips twitched slightly.
"Everyone."
"Hurry up and tap."
"I charge for this cover by the hour, it's very expensive."
Old Zheng, his eyes red, roared, "Knock!"
"Knock on it for the Immortal Master!"
"Give yourself a hard time!"
The sounds of boiling pots and pans suddenly intensified.
The flames shot high.
The central iron cauldron finally boiled with a loud bang.
The boiling water surged three feet high.
Mo Chengyue's eyes churned with black and white energy, and he forced a line of red lantern print to appear on his cuff.
He reached out and grabbed the red light, then pressed it into the iron cauldron.
"You want to use me to get out of trouble?"
"Rinse it with hot water first."
Red light enters the pot.
The entire iron cauldron instantly exploded, releasing a cloud of white steam.
Countless faint screams echoed from within the white vapor.
It was as if many damp and cold things were scalded and scattered by the scalding heat of the crowd.
The black boat on the river suddenly shuddered.
The woman in red took a half step back for the first time.
Mo Chengyue raised his sword and pointed it at the river.
"Old Zheng."
Old Zheng was covered in sweat.
"exist!"
Mo Chengyue said, "The final blow."
"Knocking on the threshold of the local earth god temple."
Old Zheng was taken aback.
"threshold?"
"knock."
Without saying a word, Old Zheng grabbed an iron ladle and rushed to the front of the local temple.
He gritted his teeth and slammed his fist down on the threshold.
when!
The sound was not loud.
But it felt like a blow to the very bones of the entire ferry crossing.
The dark clay statue in the earth god temple suddenly lit up.
It's very light.
It was so faint it felt like an illusion.
But in the next instant, the incense ash that had accumulated in front of the temple for many years suddenly flew up, mixed with the hot steam from the pot, and turned into a yellowish-brown light and shadow that pressed down on the river surface.
The three red lights on the bow of the black ship went out simultaneously.
The woman in red suddenly looked up.
Beneath the veil, a pair of black eyes without whites stared intently at Mo Chengyue.
"You are not a member of the local temple."
Mo Chengyue said, "Temporary worker."
"But he's very dedicated."
The red thread in the sleeve of the woman in red suddenly swelled.
The entire river mist was tinged with a pale red.
Her voice was sharp and cold.
"I'll remember you."
Mo Chengyue's heart sank.
broken.
It's that same sentence again.
The enemy's file creation speed has been noticeably too fast lately.
He showed no sign of it on his face.
"You can remember that."
"Don't spread rumors."
The woman in red did not answer.
The black ship suddenly retreated.
The river water churned and rolled, and one by one the red lanterns sank into the mist.
The red lanterns on the eaves, docks, and doorposts also faded away.
Just as the ship's shadow was about to disappear completely, the red lantern mark on Mo Chengyue's sleeve suddenly cracked open.
The cracks are not marks.
It was a red glow within the mark.
The red light transformed into a tiny wick and suddenly shot into his palm.
Mo Chengyue was prepared and reversed his Yin-Yang True Essence, but it still managed to graze his skin.
A drop of blood fell.
From deep within the red-light boat, came the woman's soft laughter.
"The blood test has been completed."
"Young master, board the ship next time."
The river fog suddenly closed in.
The black ship has disappeared.
The red light is gone too.
In front of the local earth god temple, only a dozen or so boiling cauldrons and a group of pale-faced mortals remained.
The sound of the pot stopping stopped.
The fire is still burning.
Everyone looked at each other, no one daring to speak first.
It wasn't until the fat shopkeeper, supporting his back, asked a question shakily.
"Does this count as a win?"
Mo Chengyue looked down at the tiny bloodstain on his palm.
There was a faint red line around the edge of the bloodstain.
Not deep.
But it's very sticky.
Like the edge of an invitation.
He slowly exhaled.
"Consider it as if it didn't make it ashore."
Old Zheng understood the implied meaning in the words.
"So... that's not over?"
Mo Chengyue tucked his hand into his sleeve.
"Um."
"It wasn't driven back."
"The rules have been changed."
Old Zheng's face turned even paler.
"What agreement?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the river surface, which had calmed down again.
Deep in the fog, a faint red light seemed to flash in the far distance.
It's like someone carrying a lantern across the river.
It was as if someone was waiting for him on a boat to attend a banquet.
Mo Chengyue remained silent for a moment.
"It recognized my blood."
"Come again next time."
"It's not like dragging passersby onto the boat anymore."
Old Zheng's voice trembled.
"Then who should we drag?"
Mo Chengyue looked up.
His tone was so calm it sent chills down your spine.
"Drag me."