txolops Chapter 437 He Insists on Fighting Head-on
Chapter 437 He Insists on Fighting Head-on
The black hand gripped the blood-stained bandage, and black water seeped in through the gaps in the red patterns. Yu Lin Hong's lingering spirit used her right arm to push outwards, forcing Mo Cheng Yue's right palm to open, the red patterns on his palm almost touching the black hand's palm.
Just as the black water bit into the blood-stained plaque, the embers of lightning and fire in the array hook's hidden slot shot back out along the collection path.
There was no firelight or thunder, only a few wisps of white smoke rising from the base of the black fingers. The water character on the wet black sign at the bow of the ship suddenly became scattered, as if someone had torn pages from the inside.
The ship without lights sounded its alarm for the first time.
The sound came from the bottom of the boat. The damp wood cracked, the old nails loosened, and the entire unlit boat sank backward in the black water, leaving a black mark on the rotten stake against which the bow was pressed.
The small box in Manager Hu's arms also trembled, and the old silver light in the Soul Sealing Talisman was almost shaken away.
She quickly used her sleeve to protect the box lid.
"Did it work?"
"It didn't work out."
Mo Chengyue's left hand was still on the sword, and sweat mixed with blood dripped into his collar, but his right hand managed to pull back a little while the black hand was being burned.
"It just hurts."
"Do accountants feel pain too?"
"The accounting office is also a boat."
"What about Yu Lin Hong?"
"She's in pain too."
A faint cracking sound came from the red pattern on the blood-stained bandage. The red light that was originally pushing outward on Mo Chengyue's right arm was reversed by the lightning and fire, and it retracted along the bone seam. The charred bloodstains under the sleeve were scalded and turned up.
He tried to pull his right arm to his side, but couldn't pull it back completely. Although his black hand was scorched and emitting white smoke, he still gripped the edge of the blood-stained bandage tightly.
Shopkeeper Hu asked urgently, "Should we turn off the lights?"
"don't want."
"Didn't you just say it would die if it bit you?"
"It bites the ship, but it hurts the boat. Now that the lights are off, it will bite the box instead."
"Shall I continue?"
"continue."
"How much longer can you hold on?"
"Ask something auspicious."
"Can you win?"
"That's also an unlucky phrase."
Manager Hu was so angry that his chest ached.
"Then what should I ask?"
Ask it if it deserves a beating.
As soon as he finished speaking, the wet, black characters on the ship's nameplate outside the door were burned away by the lightning, and a new line of characters appeared on the originally blank nameplate.
I owe a debt of blood.
Manager Hu didn't dare read it aloud, and just stared at Mo Chengyue's face.
"What did it say?"
Mo Chengyue looked at those four words, slowly loosened his left hand from the sword hilt, and then gripped it tightly again.
"It changed the accounting entries."
"What do you mean?"
"Just now it wanted to borrow Tie Qingying's name, but now it admits that there's blood in this debt."
"Your blood?"
"And there's Yulin Red too."
Manager Hu was stunned for a moment, then he understood.
"So it's not here to cover the costs for the Red Light Ship?"
"no."
"Is it here to collect debts?"
"Collect all unresolved karmic debts."
Shopkeeper Hu slowly tightened his grip on the small box, but fearing he might damage the talisman, he shifted his strength to his arm.
"Is Ah Sui in the tent too?"
"exist."
"Is the Seventh Eye here too?"
"exist."
"And you?"
"I am now on the first page of the ledger."
"You can still joke around?"
"VIPs on the homepage should always have some class."
The black hand of the ship without lights was scorched by the lightning and fire, causing it to retreat a bit, but its fingertips took away a bit of red light from the edge of the blood-stained inscription on Mo Chengyue's palm.
The red light fell below the ship's nameplate, first turning into bloodstains, then being swallowed by the black water. The four characters "owe blood" on the wet black nameplate did not disappear; instead, they sank even deeper.
Yu Lin Hong's lingering resentment churned within the blood-stained inscription. Mo Cheng Yue's right arm was pulled up again, and his right palm tried to press down on the bow of the ship again, but his wrist bone was forcibly pinned down by the hilt of the Yu Hua sword with his left hand.
Shopkeeper Hu immediately said, "She still wants to give it to us."
"She's getting anxious."
"Why is she in such a hurry?"
"The ship without lights doesn't recognize her as a creditor; it only recognizes that she is also in debt."
"Will she be taken in?"
"If it can keep up with the calculations, yes."
A glimmer of light appeared in Manager Hu's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
"Can we make it take her in?"
"That's wishful thinking."
"cannot?"
"Yes, but before it takes her, it might take my hand along with the belt."
Manager Hu looked at the hideous red markings on his right wrist, and his voice went hoarse.
"That won't work."
So don't get too excited yet.
I'm not happy.
"Your eyes practically scream 'Let them fight like dogs.'"
Manager Hu looked up at him, intending to retort, but the words that came out were a harsh reminder.
"Don't you think so too?"
"I can think it, but don't show it on your face."
Why?
"Looking at shadows on a boat without lights, and also looking at accounts, if you're too honest, you'll easily raise prices."
Shopkeeper Hu looked down at the small box. The old silver light inside the Soul-Sealing Talisman was protected by her on the side of the lamp. Ah Sui didn't speak anymore, only shining slightly at the center of the talisman, as if listening to their struggle for their lives.
"Will Ah Sui be dragged into this by these words?"
Not for now.
Why?
"It is now hooked by the blood tent, with the eye tent following behind."
"later?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the line of blood on the ship's nameplate, and the joke on his face slowly disappeared.
"The accountant doesn't just write one line."
Shopkeeper Hu immediately shut up. She stuck the white paper lantern even more firmly, so the flame did not fall to the ground. The real shadow under her feet was barely pinned down by the array hooks and dry leaf lines. The two fake shadows outside the door had been swallowed up by the lanternless boat, leaving only a trace of red sun powder floating on the black water.
The unlit boat slid back and pressed itself against the rotten stake. The black hand at the bow retracted below the hull, but the black water did not recede; instead, it gathered again along the bottom of the boat's sign.
Shopkeeper Hu asked in a low voice, "Does it still need to write?"
"Um."
"Can we leave while it's writing?"
"Your clothes are still nailed to the ground, your shadow is still held by it, the soul light still shines in the box, and my right hand is still lining up to betray you."
"That means it's impossible."
"Well summarized."
Shopkeeper Hu wasn't in the mood to respond to him; he simply held the small box even tighter.
"So you'll keep lying to it?"
You can't fool someone twice.
Why?
"The same accountant won't be fooled twice by the same fake ticket."
"What should we do then?"
"Exchange tickets."
Manager Hu looked up.
"What will you use to exchange it for?"
Mo Chengyue did not answer. He pulled the Yuhua sword out of the crack in the wood with his left hand, and moved the tip of the sword above the shadow at his feet. The talisman ash slid down the spine of the sword and landed on the edge of the shadow dragged out by the black hand.
Manager Hu immediately understood what he meant.
"no."
"I haven't said it yet."
"You want to use your own shadow as bait."
"You're quite good at answering quickly."
I said no.
"It's not up to you."
"Mo Chengyue".
"Don't raise your voice, or the ship will think you're going to pay for me."
Manager Hu gritted his teeth, forcing back his anger.
"What if the Red Lantern Ship gives you a bonus if you send your shadow away?"
"I will try my best to prevent it from replenishing."
"As much as possible?"
"There are no guaranteed wins these days."
"Then I'll use my shadow to lure it away."
"If you say that again, I'll sew two layers of fabric onto the hem of your clothes."
Shopkeeper Hu was so angry that her arms trembled, and the flame of the white paper lamp almost tipped to the ground. She quickly put the lamp back into the box.
"Can you please stop treating people like merchandise?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at the small box in her arms and steadied the Rain Flower Sword with his left hand.
"Because that's how the ship is calculated."
Shopkeeper Hu didn't say anything more, he just protected the small box with the white paper lamp, his face was pale as death.
The bloodstain on the signboard outside the door slowly sank, and the second line of wet black characters rose from the bottom of the signboard. First, there were curved watermarks, then intermittent horizontal and vertical lines, and finally they connected into a clear sentence.
I owe a cup of wine to the soul, and an eye to the eye.