novelcrest Chapter 465 Senior Sister's Powerful Protection of Her Husband Cuts Through the Mist
Chapter 465 Senior Sister's Powerful Protection of Her Husband Cuts Through the Mist
Mo Chengyue looked up at the fire in the ashes. The paper crane seal was torn crooked by the black mist, but the Blazing Sun Sword Intent was still clashing back and forth in the fragment.
"The sword listens to the sword."
Shopkeeper Hu immediately understood and shouted towards the direction of the earth god temple, "Old Zhou, keep the pot sizzling, keep the fire burning, and make sure the paper crane seal opens to the outside!"
Old Zhou responded from afar; his voice was cut off by the fog, but it still drowned out the sound of water.
"I heard it! The fire at the temple gate has been rekindled!"
Xiao Liu shouted, "Everyone's retreated into the fire circle, but Chen the Accountant is still alive, lying on the door!"
The fat shopkeeper's voice drifted from further away.
"My pot is still alive, for now!"
Shopkeeper Hu couldn't help herself; the smoke choked her nose, and she suppressed the cough into her sleeve.
Mo Chengyue said, "The fat shopkeeper is tough, and the pots follow his fate."
Manager Hu glared at him.
"Don't get distracted."
Mo Chengyue changed his left-hand sword technique, and the lightning and fire ash on the Rain Flower Sword spread along the blade, and he pulled the threshold talisman ash array back into a semi-circle.
"I don't."
Yu Lin Hong's lingering resentment emerged from the blood-stained talisman on his right sleeve, its cold red aura surfacing as it clung to the talisman ash and turned outwards.
"Mo Chengyue, you won't get to see him."
"She couldn't cut through the fog over Red Maple Crossing."
"If she forces her way in, the road outside will be blocked by the boat tents."
Shopkeeper Hu pushed the white paper lantern forward, its light blocking the cold red glow.
"Are you telling fortunes for someone again?"
Yu Linhong's laughter spilled out from the blood-stained bandage.
"I'm reminding you that the person next to you is the one who's most likely to drag others into trouble."
Manager Hu didn't look at Mo Chengyue, but simply held the small box tightly.
"That's still better than you dragging someone into the water."
Mo Chengyue said, "Don't scold her too harshly."
Manager Hu frowned.
"Are you speaking up for her?"
"no."
As more and more shadowy hands emerged from beneath the unlit boat, Mo Chengyue drew a second line of defense with the sword in his left hand amidst the ashes of the talisman.
"I'm afraid she'll like to hear that."
Manager Hu's lips were about to move, but the sound of black water splashing in from outside the door suppressed his smile.
The ship without lights finally tightened its grip.
The whitish afterimages below the ship's side clung to the abandoned dock. The black water no longer tested the gray lines of the talisman, but instead surged up from the four hidden channels simultaneously. The sound of the pot from the direction of the Earth God Temple was enveloped by layers of water mist, and the shouts of the crowd were squeezed out to only broken echoes.
Xiao Liu shouted from behind the fog, "Master Mo, water is seeping out of the culvert too!"
Old Zhou immediately yelled, "The ring of fire is still there! Don't turn around, or I'll beat anyone who does!"
The portly shopkeeper called out from further away, "The sound of my pot getting muffled, is the water getting tired of it?"
Mo Chengyue pressed down with his left sword, and the semi-circle of the talisman ash array collided with the black water. Golden light exploded along the threshold, sending out tiny sparks, which were then mostly swallowed up by the water vapor.
Shopkeeper Hu saw the red light from his right sleeve creep up his wrist bone, and the tiger's mouth of his left hand holding the sword was shaken and bled. The blood fell on the hilt of the sword but did not drip onto the ground.
She pressed the white paper lantern more firmly onto the small box, the silver hairpin resting between her fingers, but she didn't reach for his right hand.
"Mo Chengyue, if you can't hold on, just say so."
Mo Chengyue said, "We can hold on."
Manager Hu stared at the bloodstain on his left hand, and the words she was about to say were swallowed back, replaced by an even harsher one.
"You can't believe a single word you say."
Mo Chengyue replied, "This sentence can be discounted."
"What discount?"
"It depends on your sincerity."
"I don't have time to hit you right now."
"Then I'll owe you for now."
The black water crashed in again, and the rotten wood outside the threshold was overturned by the water. The hand of the black shadow under the boat crossed the edge of the talisman ash, and the finger shape was burned by the lightning fire ash and black smoke, but it still reached for the white paper lantern in Manager Hu's arms.
Mo Chengyue's left hand slashed diagonally with the sword, the Rain Flower Sword, carrying thunder and fire ash, sliced through the hand shadow. The black water hand shape broke apart but did not retreat; the scattered water droplets transformed into tiny ink needles in the air, turning to pierce his right sleeve.
Just as Manager Hu was about to leave with the silver hairpin, Mo Chengyue spoke first.
"Don't touch it."
Her wrist stopped in front of the lamp, the tip of the silver hairpin still some distance from the ink needle, the old silver already licked by the moisture, leaving fine white marks.
"Then go ahead and hide."
"If you hide under the light, you'll be exposed."
"You really know how to pick the most unpleasant truths."
Mo Chengyue gripped the Rain Flower Sword in reverse with his left hand, the spine of the sword brushing against the outside of his right sleeve. The thunder and fire ash burned off a piece of the ink needle, but the remaining few burrowed into the ash seams of the talisman, forcing the red patterns of the blood-stained talisman to light up under his sleeve.
Yu Lin Hong chuckled sadly.
"Look, he can't wait for Qin Wanzhuang."
"Her sword intent was only enough for two resounding sounds."
As soon as these words were spoken, the paper crane seal on the ashes of the pot was completely covered by the black mist, and the golden and white flames in the fragments also dimmed.
The sound of the pot being boiled in the direction of the Earth God Temple was muffled by the steam, and Old Zhou's shouts only reached him after several layers of air.
"Master Mo, the fog is enveloping the temple gate!"
The sound of Xiao Liu's copper basin became disordered.
"Uncle Zhou, there's no fire outside!"
Shopkeeper Hu tightened his grip on the lampshade, tearing a thin slit in the paper. Ah Sui touched it twice inside the box, and she immediately covered the tear with her sleeve.
"Mo Chengyue".
"Um."
"Can she deliver a second strike?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the paper crane seal covered by the black mist and wiped the blood off the hilt of the Rain Flower Sword with his left thumb.
"meeting."
Manager Hu looked at him.
What makes you so sure?
Mo Chengyue raised his sword, and the lightning-fire ash glowed along the spine of the sword, illuminating the ash marks on his face that were damp with moisture.
"She is Qin Wanzhuang."
The depths of the black fog fell silent.
Even the Seventh Eye stopped laughing.
The paper crane seal was enveloped in black mist, and the original darkened fragments inside first showed a hint of gold and white. Then, that light spread along the creases, as if the paper skeleton was being pushed open from the inside by a raging fire, and the fragments of the Foreign Affairs Office seal at the wing tips were burned red.
A second sword cry rang out.
This time, Jianming was not trapped above the ashes of the fire, but instead slashed in from outside the fog wall. The golden-white flames cut through the black fog, and a thin line stretched across the sky above Red Maple Ferry. The fire in the earth god temple shone back through that crack.
Old Zhou's voice immediately cut in.
"You see the light! Knock on the pot! Keep knocking!"
Xiao Liu shouted, "The fog's clearing!"
The sound of the fat shopkeeper's pot came alive.
"My pot heard it too!"
The ship without lights emitted a dull thud, and the afterimage beneath the gunwale was forced to shrink into the water by the sword light. The black water, however, refused to recede and instead closed in on Mo Chengyue and Manager Hu from below the threshold. The inner tent and the outer fog wall tightened together at this moment.
Shopkeeper Hu held the white paper lantern to his chest, with the silver hairpin lying horizontally under the lantern, and the corners of his eyes were illuminated by the golden-white firelight.
"The outside world has opened up."
Mo Chengyue held the sword in his left hand, while his right sleeve remained hanging down, the blood-stained patterns on the sleeve fluttering incessantly in the light of the sword's clatter.
"It's going to bite inside too."
Shopkeeper Hu said, "Then let it not be able to bite."
Mo Chengyue glanced at her.
"Manager Hu, that's a bit like my style."
Shopkeeper Hu pressed the small box tightly into his bosom.
"Try not to take advantage of others."
Outside the fog wall, the golden-white line of fire expanded again. The blazing sun sword intent poured in along the paper crane seal fragments. The firelight sliced through the three fragmented characters of the Foreign Affairs Hall, through the wet red register, and through the black waves rising from the unlit ship.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Wanzhuang's chilling voice rang out from outside the fog: "Who did this to my junior brother?"