novelcrest Chapter 464 Don't Look at Me Like I'm Dead
Chapter 464 Don't Look at Me Like I'm Dead
Manager Hu turned his head to the side.
"Just because we told you to leave doesn't mean you can stand here and provide rations for the water tank!"
The portly shopkeeper, holding up the pot, asked, "Is the fire at the local temple still burning?"
Old Zhou turned around and shouted, "Old Zheng's son, keep the ashes burning in front of the temple gate, don't put water in the basin, and don't burn all the red paper. If anyone dares to shout the name of a dead person, I'll gag them with a stick first."
Xiao Liu picked up the copper basin, turned around and shouted to the crowd, "Follow me, keep your feet on the dry ground, don't look into the culvert, and don't touch the red paper."
Old Zheng grabbed Chen the accountant by the back of his collar and asked through gritted teeth, "Take this too?"
Black liquid was still oozing from Chen's nostrils, and the pot stick in his mouth was covered in wet marks from being bitten. Upon hearing this, he frantically scratched at the gray ground with his fingers, grabbing at his own clothes when he couldn't find anything.
Mo Chengyue glanced at the soul-protecting talisman that had split open in his chest.
"bring."
Old Zheng frowned.
"What if the leak starts halfway there?"
"Let it leak onto the dry ashes."
The chubby shopkeeper responded quickly.
"That sounds like bad luck."
Shopkeeper Hu swept him.
"Your mouth is busier than a pot today."
The fat shopkeeper immediately banged the pot.
"I'll knock, I'll knock, Manager Hu, don't put this on my tab."
Old Zhou took a section of Chen the accountant from Old Zheng, and then called two people to carry him with an old door panel.
"Master Mo, where is the roster?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the wet, red seal under the overturned iron pot. The paper crane seal in the smoke was turning white, and the wingtip fragments were being burned with gold edges by the blazing sun sword intent.
"Don't move the pot, don't put out the fire."
The chubby shopkeeper almost threw away the pot handle.
"Should we leave the pot too?"
Mo Chengyue said, "You can stay and keep it company."
The fat shopkeeper shook his head so hard that his hair ornament tilted to one side.
"The pot is just an external object, an external object. Today I borrow the protection of the immortal master, and tomorrow I will burn incense for it."
Shopkeeper Hu mocked him, "You were just about to put up a sign for it."
The fat shopkeeper knocked as he retreated.
"You can get more cards, but you only have one life."
From the unlit boat came the muffled sound of planks being pushed open by the water. Black water churned up from under the gunwale, and the afterimages that had been scattered by the sound of the pot all clung to the hull. Many pale hands emerged from under the water, their fingertips all pointing towards the direction of the earth god temple.
Just as Xiao Liu was about to quicken his pace, Lao Zhou slammed his stick against the edge of the copper basin.
"Don't run, running will cause chaos, and if things get chaotic, someone will turn around."
Xiao Liu held the copper basin firmly, the words coming out of his throat becoming dry from the sound of the pot.
"Listen to Uncle Zhou, walk slowly, keep your eyes on the fire and watch your step."
The woman bowed her head and said to the child in her arms, "Don't answer the voice in the water, your mother is here."
The child buried his face in her shoulder, his fingers clutching her clothes, and didn't say another word.
The seventh eye laughed from the bottom of the wrecked ship, red bubbles bulging out of its empty eye sockets, its wet voice crawling along the wooden planks.
"retreat?"
"Red Maple Ferry is already inside the boat tent. If you retreat to the temple, you'll just be standing on a plank of a boat."
Old Zhou didn't pick her up; Guo Gun led the crowd back.
Shopkeeper Hu placed the white paper lantern on the small box, and the light covered Ah Sui's soul-sealing talisman.
"Why do you always seem to be reporting good things about the ship these days? Is the ship paying you a monthly allowance?"
The seventh eye's laughter sound effect froze for a moment, and a red bubble popped near the eye socket.
"Hu family girl, you're protecting that half-soul, and you're also protecting an outsider whose right arm is crippled?"
Shopkeeper Hu's silver hairpin slipped between his fingers, the tip not pointing forward, but just touching the outside of the lampshade.
Even outsiders are cleaner than the old lines on the bottom of your ship.
Mo Chengyue glanced sideways.
"Manager Hu, don't talk to her for too long."
Shopkeeper Hu watched as the red light emanating from his right sleeve was obscured by the talisman ash and then reappeared, his palm pressing the edge of the lampshade until it made a soft sound.
"Then don't give me a chance to reply."
Mo Chengyue pulled the Rain Flower Sword out of the talismanic ash thread, the spine of the sword leaving a trail of lightning and ash on the threshold.
"Take Ah Sui with you."
Manager Hu didn't move.
"Say it again?"
"Old Zhou needs a light."
"Old Zhou has the stove, the old brand, and the manpower."
"There's a boat here."
"You're still here."
Mo Chengyue slowed down his movements. The tip of his sword, which was originally about to point at the base of the talismanic formation, hovered above the gray line without falling.
The sound of the pot receded towards the direction of the earth god temple, and the open space in front of the abandoned shipyard was once again occupied by black water mist. The once lively voices were separated by a layer of water film and sounded much more subdued.
Shopkeeper Hu held the small box even higher, the flame of the white paper lamp reflecting at the corners of her eyes, the corners of her eyes smudged red by the smoke, but she only focused her gaze on Mo Chengyue's right sleeve hanging down.
"Don't look at me like I'm about to collect a corpse."
Mo Chengyue lowered the sword tip back to the gray line, his tone still carrying that usual slightly irritating air.
Shopkeeper Hu's fingertips twitched on the lampshade, pinching the paper into fine wrinkles.
"You even know what 'like' means?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at her.
"I didn't say it looked like it."
Shopkeeper Hu was so choked up by him that the words he was about to say swirled on his tongue, leaving only one sentence.
"What time is it? Why are you still nitpicking over the words?"
Mo Chengyue said, "It's cheaper to pick out words than to pick out a coffin."
Shopkeeper Hu's shoulders swayed slightly, causing the white paper lamp to flicker. She immediately shielded the lamplight with her sleeve.
"Shut up."
"it is good."
"I told you to shut up, not that you really have to shut up."
"Then I'll drive it?"
Shopkeeper Hu pointed the silver hairpin in his direction, and the old silver on the tip of the hairpin turned white from the black mist.
"If you say another word, I'll nail your right sleeve to the doorstep and see how you pretend nothing happened."
Mo Chengyue looked down at his sleeve.
"The right sleeve is innocent."
Ah Sui gently touched the box, and the sound emanated from it, carrying a faint silvery hue.
Manager Hu lowered his head and pressed the box lid firmly, the tension on his lips finally loosening, only to quickly return to its original position.
"Ah Sui told you to shut up."
Mo Chengyue said, "She's under your jurisdiction now, not mine."
"Then who is in charge of you?"
Mo Chengyue pinched a talisman with his left hand, and the thunder and fire ash lit up between his fingers, but was darkened by the red of the wedding invitation.
"The accounting department is temporarily keeping an eye on it."
Shopkeeper Hu pressed his fingers against the lampshade again.
"Don't say things like that."
Mo Chengyue patted the talisman ash into the threshold of the formation, and golden arcs of light spread along the grain of the rotten wood, blocking a stream of black water that was seeping in from the ground.
"Manager Hu, stand to my left and behind me with the box. Don't touch my right sleeve, don't touch the blood ointment, and don't let the lamp shine on my shadow."
Shopkeeper Hu immediately moved aside, the white paper lantern touching the small box, his sleeve sweeping over the dry ash but not touching the black water.
"I know."
The seventh eye's wet voice came close again.
"What's the use of knowing?"
"Qin Wanzhuang is still outside the fog, the seal of the Hehuan Sect's External Affairs Hall is on the paper crane, Hongfengdu is inside the boat tent, and Mo Chengyue's right arm is crippled. What are you going to use to wait for her?"
Manager Hu didn't reply to her, but looked at Mo Chengyue instead.
"What are we waiting for?"
Mo Chengyue held his sword in his left hand, the blade aimed at the unlit boat outside the door.
"Take something she's afraid of and wait."
Shopkeeper Hu asked, "What is she afraid of?"
Mo Chengyue said, "I'm afraid the swords outside will come in, I'm afraid the debts inside haven't been settled, and I'm afraid we're not dead yet."
The black water surged even higher after those words, and the dark shadow on the bottom of the boat raised its head, its blurry face pressed against the underside of the boat, casting a featureless silhouette in the water.
The ship without lights was crowding toward the shore, the wooden planks under the threshold of the abandoned dock made a damp cracking sound, the remaining light of the small Sumeru Vajra Array was gradually eroded by the water, and many holes were soaked into the outer edge of the talisman's gray lines.
Shopkeeper Hu said in a low voice, "It's getting anxious."
Mo Chengyue held the Yuhua Sword horizontally in front of him.
"Yes."
"Can Qin Wanzhuang hear me?"
"I can hear part of it."
Which part?