novelcrest Chapter 467 Horrifying Experience in the Hidden Channel
Chapter 467 Horrifying Experience in the Hidden Channel
Qin Wanzhuang's sword did not move. Her gaze was fixed on the black water in front of her, while the veins on the back of her hand stretched inch by inch along the hilt of the sword.
Mo Chengyue immediately spoke.
"She wants to use your sword intent to gauge my reaction."
"Are you feeling guilty?"
"I'm afraid she'll get the dust off your sword."
Qin Wanzhuang glanced at him sideways.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"I didn't turn around."
"Then tell me."
"Speaking now will give the ship's tent another recognizable voice."
The Seventh Eye seized the opportunity and the red thread wrapped around Qin Wanzhuang's sword.
"He dared not say."
Qin Wanzhuang's sword tip suddenly rose, and her sword intent slashed down along the red line.
The thin, wet red thread was cut into several pieces, which continued to wriggle after falling into the water, and then curled up as it was burned by the blazing sun.
Did I tell you to say it?
The seventh eye's fading face shrank back.
Qin Wanzhuang's sword intent continued to spread in the dark ditch. Water droplets on the sword were lifted by the heat and slid down the back of her hand, but she did not look down.
"Mo Chengyue".
"exist."
"As for Leng Yuexin, we'll ask her outside."
"That's what I think too."
"Report the route now."
"First on the right."
"Where is the one on the right?"
"Your left foot, outside, under the second broken board."
Qin Wanzhuang stepped down, her sword piercing the ground. The black water beneath the wooden plank was forced out by the sword intent, and the water reflections were divided into circles of dark patterns, within which were hidden blurry human faces.
The faces did not open their mouths, but faint shouts came from the water.
"go home."
"Don't go."
Someone is waiting for you.
Qin Wanzhuang's sword intent sank downwards, and the pale afterimage was forced back by the sword light, causing the right-hand underground channel to break.
The sound of the pot being boiled from the direction of the Earth God Temple became clearer.
Old Zhou shouted, "Two out of the three roads are blocked!"
Xiao Liu said, "The water is still gathering towards the door!"
The chubby shopkeeper swung his pot stick and replied.
"Fairy Qin, which one is left?"
"Shut up and bang on the pot."
Qin Wanzhuang finally turned around.
The fat shopkeeper shrank back as he looked through the fog.
"Okay."
Old Zheng shouted, "One word from her is more effective than ten knocks from us!"
The portly shopkeeper immediately said, "Then I'll knock ten fewer times?"
Old Zhou's wok stick swung through the fog, hitting the fat shopkeeper's iron wok squarely.
"If you dare to cut it short, I'll send you into the ring of fire first."
Qin Wanzhuang withdrew her gaze and raised her sword towards Mo Chengyue.
"The one under my feet moved."
Mo Chengyue looked toward the threshold.
The afterglow of the Small Sumeru Vajra Array was shrinking inward, and a ring of wet red nail marks emerged from the gaps in the talisman ash, connecting the dark shadows at the bottom of the unlit boat.
"It wants to reclaim the old road."
"How do we determine this?"
"Sword intent cannot directly touch the nail marks."
"Then where should I touch?"
"The cabin."
Qin Wanzhuang looked up at the unlit boat.
"You just said we can't cut down the ship."
"Now we can cut the hatch."
"the difference?"
"The ship is the ledger, and the cabin door is the hand that hands over the ledger."
"Report your location."
"The third seam on the hull, where the red water is heaviest."
Qin Wanzhuang sheathed her sword at her side, but the sword's momentum did not dissipate. She stepped through the rift in the mist towards the ship without lights.
Mo Chengyue raised his hand to stop her.
"Senior sister, don't get on the boat."
"I'll only cut the hatch."
"The ship will recognize your feet."
"Then tell it that I was just passing by."
"It's unreasonable."
"So I won't talk about it."
Qin Wanzhuang stepped onto the outer edge of the threshold, and the sword light laid out a layer of golden and white fire lines under her feet. The black water rushed over, but retreated back to the side of the boat as soon as it touched the fire lines.
She raised her sword and aimed it at the hull of the ship.
Yu Lin Hong lingered and let out a faint, cold laugh from Mo Cheng Yue's right sleeve.
"Qin Wanzhuang, you can protect him this once, but you can't protect all his debts."
Mo Chengyue tightened his right sleeve, the blood on his palm burning hot against the fabric, the blood climbing up his wrist bone, yet his fingertips still gripped the Rain Flower Sword.
"Senior sister, don't let her voice get into the sword."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at the third seam on the hull of the ship.
"What did she say?"
"She wants you to know about me and Leng Yuexin."
"I heard you."
Hearing is not the same as believing.
"I know."
"Senior sister?"
Qin Wanzhuang did not loosen her grip on the sword, and the blade reflected her soaked profile.
"Explain yourself after you get out."
"Can I put it in the book first?"
"Can."
"What about the interest?"
"Let's see if you can explain it clearly."
Mo Chengyue's lips twitched slightly, but at that moment the red lines on his right palm stretched outwards, and a soft tearing sound came from below the blood-stained plaque.
When Qin Wanzhuang saw the red light, the coldness in her eyes deepened.
"Can you still hold on?"
"The right hand will not participate in the battle for the time being."
"I'm asking you."
"I will not participate in the collapse for the time being."
Stop beating around the bush.
"Senior sister, cut the hatch first."
Qin Wanzhuang did not ask any further questions.
She raised her sword, and the blazing sword intent rose from the blade, illuminating the black water in the misty realm until it turned white. A dull thud came from the third seam in the hull of the ship.
The hatch bulged outwards on its own, and the damp red steam seeping from the crack quickly condensed into a human face. The features were blurred by the water, but a broken vermilion mark hung on the forehead.
When Mo Chengyue saw the vermilion seal, the Rain Flower Sword in his left hand resonated.
"Fragments of the Foreign Affairs Office"
Qin Wanzhuang asked, "Whose?"
"have no idea."
"Then let it close."
The sword fell.
The wet, red face on the hatch opened its mouth but made no sound. The Blazing Sun Sword Intent pierced through the crack in the door, severing the door panel along with the red water nail marks behind it.
The unlit boat sank backward.
As the last black waterway in the underground canal beneath their feet lost its traction and was about to retreat back to the bottom of the boat, Mo Chengyue immediately sprinkled talisman ash into the crack in the threshold.
"Now!"
Qin Wanzhuang smoothly swung her sword back, the sword light sweeping across the water and severing the shadow path hidden under the wooden plank.
The black water receded from the edge of the threshold, a wide crack was split in the fog wall in front of the abandoned shipyard, the fire in the earth god temple lit up again, and Old Zhou's voice came through clearly.
"The road is blocked!"
Xiao Liu shouted, "The boat hasn't come!"
The chubby shopkeeper let out a long sigh of relief, clutching the iron pot.
"Fairy Qin, can I pay for this sword strike?"
Qin Wanzhuang sheathed her sword.
"You knocked the pot fairly well."
The fat shopkeeper stood there, stunned.
"Is this a compliment?"
Old Zhou quickly shouted, "Keep knocking, don't wait until the fairy changes her mind."
The sound of the pots and pans resumed, and the dry ash fire circle guarded the entrance of the earth god temple. Shopkeeper Hu carried the Soul-Sealing Box back to the edge of the abandoned shipyard, with a white paper lamp protecting him.
"Ah Sui is alright."
Just as Mo Chengyue was about to reply, the sound of pages turning suddenly came from the bottom of the boat without lights.
Qin Wanzhuang turned to look at the cabin.
"Is there another way?"
"no."
"What is that?"
Mo Chengyue raised his left hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
The sound of the pot gradually faded away, leaving only the gentle rocking of the boat on the water.
A soaking wet hand reached out from deep inside the cabin.
He held a red invitation card between his fingers.
The red note didn't fall down the ship's deck; instead, it floated along the black water to the outside of the cabin door. Water droplets slid off the paper, revealing the three characters that had just been written.
Qin Wanzhuang.
Shopkeeper Hu stepped back, clutching the small box, the lamplight casting dappled shadows in her palm.
"Who is it writing about?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the wet note, and the blood lines on his right palm lit up again. Qin Wanzhuang's name was being drawn to his blood note by the red water.
Qin Wanzhuang drew her sword.
"It wants to collect my debt?"
Mo Chengyue gripped the Rain Flower Sword tightly, and the thunder and fire ash on the blade ignited along the edge of the red invitation.
"It wants you to be the next path."
The wet plaque suddenly flipped over.
Another line of small, wet, black characters appeared behind them.
Qin Wanzhuang, the second disciple of Qingquan Peak, has already submitted her personal name.
A soft sound came from the cabin, like someone closing an account book underwater.
The next moment, blood began to seep out of the three characters "Qin Wanzhuang" on the red invitation.