darknovel Chapter 443 Dream on
Chapter 443 Dream on
Mo Chengyue gripped the Rain Flower Sword with his left hand. The black water washed away a corner of the talisman ash beneath his feet, and he saw the red thread drilling into the bloody mouth. His face darkened.
"Turn over by hand."
Shopkeeper Hu tried to flip his wrist, but the red thread wrapped around him even more tightly.
"It can't be turned over."
"Then don't flip it over, and don't lift the tip of the hairpin."
"It's eating my blood."
"Don't let the blood touch the hairpin."
"You make it sound so easy."
"I haven't been idle either."
Mo Chengyue's right arm was dragged outside by the blood-stained letter, and Yu Linhong's lingering spirit was pushing his palm toward that half-eye. The black water of the unlit boat outside the door was also spreading out below the blood-stained letter. The wet black words on the boat sign had not yet been fully written, but they had already been darkened by this fake account.
Seeing Mo Chengyue being held back by both sides, Qi Yan's laughter took on a ruthless tone again.
"You can't save her."
"You can't even take your own hand back now."
Mo Chengyue pressed the Rain Flower Sword into the ashes of the threshold talisman with his left hand, and the sword slid along the ashes toward the red thread on Manager Hu's wrist.
"Manager Hu."
"explain."
"I'm going to cut the line, don't dodge."
"Where's your right hand?"
"Hang it with your right hand for now."
"Whose responsibility is it if it gets damaged?"
"For calculating the number of boats."
Upon hearing this, Manager Hu's face, which was already throbbing with pain, broke into an unsightly smile. Before the smile could fully form, the red thread on her wrist burrowed deeper into the old wound, and she immediately clenched her teeth.
"hurry up."
Mo Chengyue gripped his sword in his left hand and forcefully activated the Heavenly Dragon Step. The talisman ash was dragged by the black water, leaving a broken mark. He slid along the inside of the threshold towards Manager Hu's wrist, but his right arm was pulled outward by the blood talisman and black water, which slowed his movement.
The seventh eye spotted the opening, and the fine threads under the red wedding dress split off, bypassing the silver hairpin, and instead wrapped around Manager Hu's wrist and the white paper lantern.
Give me the lamp.
Shopkeeper Hu tucked the lamp into the small box, her body leaning forward as the red thread dragged her, her knees hitting the damp wooden board. She still pressed the silver hairpin against the base of the red thread.
"No."
"Then leave your hand behind."
"You can't take it away."
"I can take away her eyes, and I can take away your hand."
Mo Chengyue's sword finally cut into the intersection of the red lines. The blade did not strike the few lines on Manager Hu's wrist, but instead slanted into the water film where the thin lines of the red wedding dress converged. The remnants of thunder and fire ash grazed along the spine of the sword, and most of the red lines broke off on the spot.
Shopkeeper Hu's wrist loosened, and she almost fell backward. She immediately protected the small box back to her chest, and the lamp did not leave the Soul-Sealing Talisman.
"It's broken?"
"Not completely broken."
As soon as Mo Chengyue finished speaking, the cut red thread did not continue to entangle Manager Hu. Instead, it crawled up his right arm along the blood and ash on the Rain Flower Sword.
The seventh eye turned halfway to Mo Chengyue, and a cold, wet laugh emanated from the bottom of the wrecked ship.
"You'll take the hit for her?"
Mo Chengyue's left hand sank, trying to pull back the Rain Flower Sword, but he found that the red thread had already crossed the blade and burrowed directly into the wound on his right wrist that had been burned open by the blood ointment.
Manager Hu's expression changed.
"The thread is now in your hands."
"I saw it."
"Pull it out."
"It can't be pulled out."
"Didn't you say it was bothering me?"
"They changed the accounts at the last minute."
The moment the red thread pierced into the blood oath, the red lines on Mo Chengyue's palm were illuminated, and the originally messy patterns of the wedding boat oath were laid out again below the wrist bone. Yu Linhong's lingering spirit also seemed to be awakened by this mouthful of red thread, pushing towards the depths of the palm along with the blood.
The signboard of the unlit boat outside the gate sank gently into the dark water, and the unfinished strokes of the false account were illuminated by red light.
The seventh eye laughed even harder.
"Mo Chengyue, your blood oath also recognizes this eye."
Manager Hu was so anxious that he reached out, but was blocked by the side of his sword.
"Don't touch it."
"The red thread is in your hands."
"If you touch it, it'll add another expense."
"What should we do then?"
"Keep the lamp steady, protect the box, and separate the silver hairpin from the red thread."
"You still want me to cut it?"
"Cut."
"You've already got a line in your hand."
"That's why it's even more important to cut it."
Manager Hu looked at the red lines spreading on his right arm, and pressed the silver hairpin in his hand back down to the base of the red line under the seventh eye.
The Seventh Eye did not dodge again. Instead, it raised half of its face, making that half-eye face Mo Chengyue's right palm, and a wet, black smile appeared on its lips.
"It's too late."
The red thread meandered along Mo Chengyue's right arm, gradually filling in the blood-stained patterns, and the red hue deep within his palm revealed the shape of old characters.
Mo Chengyue gripped his sword in his left hand, intending to use lightning and fire to sever the red thread on his wrist. Just as he raised the sword, his right arm was dragged back by the blood-stained bandage, and his entire arm was stretched out towards the door against his will.
Shopkeeper Hu held the lamp tightly to the side of the small box, the red in his eyes darkening under the pressure.
"Mo Chengyue, the calligraphy is finished."
"Don't read it."
"I didn't read it."
"Even if you do look at it, look at it less."
That's your surname.
Beneath the skin of Mo Chengyue's hand, red lines and blood-stained inscriptions intertwined and lit up. The originally broken strokes were forcibly joined together by the Seventh Eye's vision, eventually forming a complete character in the center of the blood lines on his palm.
ink.
As the character "墨" (mo) took shape in the center of the blood lines on Mo Chengyue's palm, the black water outside the unlit boat immediately rose, and the unfinished strokes of the fake account on the boat sign were illuminated by the red light. The account path, which was originally blocked by the old silver energy, finally began to tilt towards the side of the blood-stained letter.
Shopkeeper Hu protected the small box and the white paper lamp. The silver hairpin in her hand was still pressed against the red line under the seventh eye. The lampshade was held tightly by her shoulder. The flame flickered along the edge of the soul-sealing talisman, but no light leaked to the ground.
She stared at the character "墨" (mo), the words almost bursting from her throat, but in the end she managed to squeeze out only two.
"Did it work?"
Mo Chengyue held the Yuhua sword in his left hand, while his right arm was pulled outside the threshold by the red thread and blood inscription. The character "Mo" in his palm lit up, and more broken strokes crawled out from below his wrist.
Instead of pressing down on his right hand, he moved the sword hilt away from his wrist.
"It didn't work out."
When Manager Hu heard that he was letting go, his face turned even uglier than before.
Why are you letting go of my hand?
"If it wants to write, let it write."
"Are you crazy?"
"Not crazy, saves effort."
Seventh Eye lay on the edge of the broken boat, half of her red wedding dress soaked in black mud. The half of her face that belonged to Ah Sui was still being guided by a silver hairpin, but the red line under her eye lit up again with the help of the blood patch on Mo Chengyue's palm. A cold, wet laugh flowed from her cracked lips.
"Mo Chengyue, the surname is already established, the letter has been accepted, what are you still pretending for?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the word in his palm, and with his left hand pressed the Rain Flower Sword diagonally into the talisman ash. The ash line under the tip of the sword was soaked with blood droplets and turned dark red.
"You think you can make me marry into your family just by writing down my surname? Your 'red lantern boat' is even more eager to do things than a black market inn."
Manager Hu gritted his teeth.
"Stop being so frivolous, you're drawing again."
"I saw it."
"Then why aren't you cutting it off?"
"We'll replace it even if we take a screenshot."
"What should we do then?"
"Change the ink."
Shopkeeper Hu's movements stopped on the silver hairpin. The tip of the hairpin was almost pulled back by Seventh Eye. She immediately pressed her wrist back, hiding the blood on the inside of her palm so that it would not get on the hairpin.
"What do you mean, change the ink?"
Mo Chengyue didn't look at her, but stared at the red hue swirling in the blood lines on his right palm.
"Ink is needed for writing accounts, and ink is also needed for patching papers."