txolops Chapter 389 Temporary Life-Saving Array
Chapter 389 Temporary Life-Saving Array
Mo Chengyue felt that his mission at Hongfeng Ferry had quietly evolved from "mortal exploration" into "a large-scale unidentified gang on the river".
Moreover, it's the kind that can issue red lights, sing songs, and drag people down with it.
Old Zheng stood in front of the local earth god temple, his face even paler than the peeling paint on the earth god statue inside.
"Master Mo, what did you mean by team building earlier?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at him.
"That means there's more than one."
The young boatman gasped in shock.
"Should we run?"
An old man selling wontons nearby trembled and said, "Why are you running? It's foggy at the ferry crossing at night; no matter which way you go, it looks like you're heading into the river."
"Last month, the Liu family's son wanted to go to town overnight to report to the authorities. The next day, his shoes were at the dock, he was in the river, and his hair had turned white from being soaked."
The young boatman's legs went weak again.
"Uncle, can you say something that a human can understand?"
The old man also became anxious.
"I'm saying this so that humans can hear it! Non-humans might not even want to hear it!"
Mo Chengyue's head was throbbing from their noise.
He raised his hand and pressed his temples, forcibly pulling himself back from the thought of "whether it's too late to return to the sect now."
"Don't run around."
Everyone immediately fell silent.
Mo Chengyue pointed to the Earth God Temple.
"The elderly, the weak, women and children enter the temple."
"Young and strong men, go and move tables, chairs, planks, and ropes to fence off this area in front of the temple."
"Don't let the lights go out, and don't stop cooking."
Old Zheng was stunned.
"Still banging on the pot?"
Mo Chengyue said seriously, "Knock."
"But don't knock randomly."
"I'll tell you what rhythm to play, so play that rhythm."
The young boatman asked in a low voice, "Master, can banging on a pot repel the demon ship?"
Mo Chengyue said, "No."
The young boatman was about to cry.
Mo Chengyue added another sentence.
"But it will prevent you from overthinking."
Everyone: "..."
The reason is so simple that it's impossible to refute.
Old Zheng gritted his teeth, nodded, and turned around to shout.
"We'll do as the Immortal Master says!"
"Women and children are going into the temple!"
"Zhang Er, take some men and move the tables!"
"Old Qian, stop crying while hugging the wonton pot, bring it over here!"
Old Qian held the pot, his voice trembling.
"This is my livelihood."
Mo Chengyue glanced at him.
"If you do well tonight, you'll have dinner tomorrow."
Old Qian immediately grabbed the pot and ran away as fast as he could.
Mo Chengyue walked to the threshold of the Earth God Temple and glanced down at Old Wu's lingering soul.
Old Wu's spirit was even fainter than before.
Like a layer of ash about to be blown away by the night wind.
He continued to stare at the river, his lips moving.
"Red light... count the lights... don't look at the bow..."
Mo Chengyue squatted down.
"Why shouldn't you look at the bow of the ship?"
Old Wu turned his face with difficulty.
"There's someone standing at the bow of the ship."
Mo Chengyue's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Who is it?"
Old Wu's spirit trembled.
"Someone you know."
As soon as those words were spoken, the air in front of the local temple seemed to be held still.
Old Zheng's face twitched.
"Someone you know?"
The young boatman's voice cracked.
"Does that mean my dad might come back too?"
Old Qian hugged the pot, his eyes instantly reddening.
"My wife also died by the river last year..."
Mo Chengyue's heart sank slightly.
He hates this kind of thing the most.
Not because it is strong.
It's not because it's dirty.
Killing people isn't enough; they also have to come back and knock on the door, dressed up as the dead's most cherished image.
This is no longer an evil spirit.
This is attacking people's hearts.
Mo Chengyue stood up, his voice low.
"remember."
"Tonight, no matter who you see on the bow of the ship, you are not allowed to shout, answer, or go near them."
"My parents are no good, my children are no good, and my wife and husband are no good either."
"Whoever answers will be taken away."
A suppressed gasp suddenly rose from the crowd.
A woman holding a child said in a trembling voice, "What if it really is my husband?"
Mo Chengyue looked at her.
"If that were true, he wouldn't have come back in the middle of the night on a demon ship to tell you to go into the water."
The woman's lips trembled, she hugged the child in her arms tighter, and lowered her head, no longer speaking.
That's not a nice thing to say.
But she is clear-headed enough.
Mo Chengyue took out the battle flags and planted seven of them in front of the local earth god temple.
The flag landed silently, and in a flash of inspiration, it disappeared into the soil.
Then, he took out yellow talismans and pasted them on the temple door, window frames, beams, pillars, and the broken incense burner.
The young boatman leaned closer for a look.
"Immortal Master, what kind of formation is this?"
Mo Chengyue casually replied, "A temporary life-saving formation."
The young boatmen were filled with awe.
"That sounds impressive."
Mo Chengyue said, "The main advantage is that it's cheap."
Young boatman: "..."
The immortal master's honesty is sometimes colder than the river wind.
After the battle flags were lowered, the dim yellow lights in front of the temple finally stabilized a bit.
The mist that was originally rolling towards the riverbank seemed to hit an invisible thin wall, slowly circling around the crowd.
Old Zheng saw through the trick, and his eyes finally brightened up a bit.
"Master, have you blocked the fog?"
Mo Chengyue shook his head.
"It can't be stopped."
"Just kidding it."
Old Zheng was stunned.
"A deception?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the river.
"Many things in this world can be lied about."
"Formations can deceive, ghosts can deceive, and people can deceive even more."
"The premise is not to deceive yourself first."
Old Zheng only half understood what he was saying, but for some reason he felt that it made a lot of sense.
Just then, a soft sound came from the depths of the river.
thump.
It felt like something bumped into the side of the boat.
The crowd in front of the temple froze.
thump.
The second sound is closer.
A red light appeared in the fog.
One lamp.
Two cups.
Three cups.
The young boatman's teeth began to chatter.
"Immortal Master..."
Mo Chengyue stared at the river, his voice very soft.
"Shut up."
The fourth red light came on.
The fifth lamp.
The sixth lamp.
The mist swirled, yet the river remained perfectly still.
But those six red lights, like six open eyes, slowly approached the ferry crossing.
The iron spoon in Lao Qian's hand fell into the pot with a piercing sound.
He was so frightened he almost knelt down.
Mo Chengyue raised his hand and waved.
A talisman was pasted on the rim of the pot, and the iron pot vibrated with a hum.
"knock."
Old Zheng reacted the fastest, grabbing a wooden stick and hitting it.
Boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
The rhythm is steady, like a heart being forcibly pressed back into the chest.
The others started banging too.
The sounds of pots, pans, and wooden planks mingled together, creating a very unpleasant symphony.
But it somehow dissipated some of the chilling atmosphere that made people want to go to the riverbank.
Mo Chengyue stood at the front of the formation, holding three thunder talismans in his palm.
He didn't rush to make a move.
The red lights on the river are getting closer and closer.
The boat finally came into view through the fog.
The first ship was the most badly damaged.
The hull was black, the planks were cracked, and dark red water flowed from the cracks.
An old red lantern hung at the bow of the boat.
A crooked character for "cross" was written on the lamp paper.
The second boat was slightly smaller, with a half-wet rope trailing behind it, and something seemed to be tied to the end of the rope.
There was singing coming from the third ship.
The woman's voice was soft and melodious.
"My lord, you have returned early..."
"The river breeze blows, making my clothes feel thin..."
A boy in the temple suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on something.
"It's my sister."
The woman next to him hugged him tightly.
"No! Your sister has been dead for three years!"
The boy struggled desperately.
"I heard it! It really is my sister!"
"She's calling me!"
Mo Chengyue then flicked a calming talisman at the other person.
Snapped.
A wisp of white smoke rose from the boy's forehead, and he instantly regained consciousness, bursting into tears.
"I just saw her standing on the boat."
"She was soaking wet, but she still smiled at me."
The woman hugged him and cried together.
Mo Chengyue did not turn around.
"It's okay to cry."
"Don't go into battle."
His eyes flashed with a shifting black and white aura, and he quietly activated the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique.
Upon closer inspection, the six boats on the river suddenly changed their appearance.
Under the red light, what kind of boat is that?
It was clearly an empty shell, stitched together by water vapor, resentment, corpse energy, and fragments of remnant souls.
The bottom of each ship was covered with a dense trail of gray lines.
The gray line dips into the riverbed, as if being pulled by something deeper.