txolops Chapter 442 If you can't stop it, you'll both suffer.
Chapter 442 If you can't stop it, you'll both suffer.
As the seventh eye uttered its threat, Manager Hu was picking at the base of the red thread with the silver hairpin in her hand. The old silver on the tip of the hairpin had just been polished by the black water when it was illuminated by the wet light coming from that half-eye. The entire hairpin seemed to be grabbed by an underwater hand, almost slipping out of her fingers.
"If you move again, she'll forget about you."
Seventh Eye lay on the edge of the broken boat, half of her red wedding dress soaking in the black mud. The half of her face that belonged to Ah Sui was facing Manager Hu, and the old wound at the corner of her eye was reddened by the black water.
"Forgot the stove, forgot the woodpile, forgot the red silk you hid, and forgot who called her from the shore."
Shopkeeper Hu's fingers were numb from the dampness, and the silver hairpin slightly veered off course beside the red thread, almost touching the old wound at the corner of his eye.
Mo Chengyue used the Rain Flower Sword to hold the talisman ash on the threshold with his left hand, while his right palm was still hanging outside by the blood sticker and black water. The red patterns on his wrist bones were shining brightly. He saw that the tip of the hairpin was off-center and immediately spoke.
"Pull your hand back a little."
Shopkeeper Hu gritted his teeth, stopped the hairpin tip, but did not push it down any further.
The smile of the seventh eye crawled out from under the wrecked ship, its damp chill mixed with the soft tones of a young girl.
"Sis, did you hear that?"
"If she forgets you, all you'll save is a remnant soul."
"She won't call your name, she won't recognize your light, and she won't even know why she's in pain."
Shopkeeper Hu tightened her grip on the small box, holding the white paper lantern between her arms, its flame flickering against the edge of the soul-sealing talisman.
"Mo Chengyue".
Don't ask me if I can save it.
"I didn't ask that."
"Then cut it."
Manager Hu stared at the half-eye on Seventh Eye's face, his voice hoarse from the smell of blood.
"What if she really forgets me?"
Mo Chengyue shifted the position of his left hand on the hilt of the sword. The talisman ash under the blade was soaked with black water, leaving dark marks. He didn't look at Manager Hu, but stared at the old silver aura that was exposed at the base of the red thread.
"You saved her so she would remember you?"
The silver hairpin in Manager Hu's hand stopped beside the red thread, her cuffs were damp with moisture, and the blood from her old wound was hidden in her palm.
"I've been guarding this place for twenty years."
"I know."
"I've been looking for her for twenty years."
"so what?"
Manager Hu looked up at him, the redness in his eyes shining through the white paper lamp, and the anger that had been suppressed in his throat finally leaked out.
"So you're telling me to pretend this never happened?"
Mo Chengyue's right palm was pulled outward again by the black water outside the door. The blood-stained red patterns spread along his palm. Yu Linhong's lingering spirit inside pushed his hand towards the half-eye. He used the hilt of his sword to hold his wrist bone, but he still spoke clearly.
"I told you not to mistake saving someone for collecting a debt."
Before Manager Hu could respond, the lampshade touched the edge of the small box, and the old silver light inside the Soul-Sealing Talisman gently retracted. She quickly steadied the lamp back to the side of the box.
The Seventh Eye chuckled softly.
"Did you hear that, sis?"
"He also said you were collecting debts."
"You want her to remember you because you want her to repay you for twenty years of suffering."
Shopkeeper Hu's face turned pale, the tip of the silver hairpin trembled beside the red thread, and the old silver of the hairpin head was gradually darkened by the black water.
Mo Chengyue watched as the red line receded below his eyes again, his tone even harsher than before.
"Manager Hu, don't argue with her. She's using your grievances to fill the gaps in her heart."
Shopkeeper Hu looked down at the small box in his arms, the silver light on the edge of the lid gently touching the wood grain under the lamp.
"I don't want her to pay it back."
"Then cut it."
"She'll forget."
"Forgetting you is better than recognizing the shore for evil."
Shopkeeper Hu's fingers, which had loosened slightly, moved again upon hearing this. She pressed the end of the silver hairpin back into her sleeve, pressed the small box against her chest, and slowed her movements, but stopped retreating.
The seventh eye turned to her, the silvery light in the old wound at the corner of its eye was enveloped in black water, and the wet light slowly probed toward the box lid.
"Sis, are you really willing to do this?"
Shopkeeper Hu pushed the lampshade to the side of the box, and the silver hairpin came out from his sleeve, the tip of the hairpin sticking back to the base of the red thread.
"It's better that she doesn't recognize me than that she shows you the way."
The smile on the seventh eye's lips stopped on the edge of the broken boat. The black mud under the red wedding dress bulged outwards, and the red thread under the eye was burned by the old silver and immediately turned out from the flesh.
Mo Chengyue pressed down on the Rain Flower Sword with his left hand, using the tip of the sword to pick up the talisman ash and block the black water.
"The light suppresses the reflection."
Manager Hu looked at him.
"Where should we press?"
"A reflection of half an eye in water cannot illuminate the eye."
What if my light is off-center?
"If the light is off-center, she'll look at the box with the light on."
"Can you stop me?"
"If we can't stop it, we'll all suffer together."
Shopkeeper Hu was almost amused by his words, but her lips moved as tears forced her back. She didn't retort, but simply moved the white paper lantern toward the edge of the black water at the bottom of the wrecked boat.
The lamplight did not leave the small box, but only a patch of yellowish-white light leaked out from the edge of the lampshade. The light slid along the damp wooden board to the seventh eye's face, illuminating the reflection of that half-eye in the black water.
As soon as the reflection brightened, the old silver aura in half the eye was suppressed, and the base of the red line was revealed more clearly.
The seventh eye's expression changed, half of its blank face pressed against its eye sockets, but Ah Sui's soft voice still came out.
"Sis, don't take the picture of me."
Manager Hu didn't look at the face, but stared at the reflection in the water.
"Ah Sui, it's in the box."
"Sister, it hurts."
"Ah Sui, let's go back to shore."
"Sister, do you want me to forget you?"
Shopkeeper Hu's wrist trembled violently, but the tip of the silver hairpin did not leave the base of the red thread.
"Forget it."
The red line under the seventh eye was stretched straight by these three words, and a wet red stain appeared in the black mud at the bottom of the broken boat. A soft tearing sound came from inside the red wedding dress.
Mo Chengyue noticed the watermarks spreading outwards and immediately reminded him.
"Don't say any more."
Manager Hu swallowed back all the rest of his words, using only his childhood nickname to steady the dim old silver light under the lamp.
"Ah Sui, go back to the stove."
The silver hairpin was inserted into the base of the red thread.
There was nothing glaring, nor did it touch that old wound.
The hairpin tip simply flicked down along the gap in the water film that Mo Chengyue had pointed to. The old silver aura clung to the red thread and seeped in. The silver light in half of the eye struggled outwards. The reflection in the water was suppressed by the white paper lamp, and the eye could not connect with the small box.
Seventh Eyes finally screamed, her voice tearing from a girl's sob back to its cold, wet tone. The black mud from the bottom of the broken boat was stirred up by the red wedding dress, and countless wet red threads sprang out from under the fabric, wrapping around Manager Hu's wrist.
"She is my eyes!"
Shopkeeper Hu's wrist was brushed by the red thread, and his sleeve immediately tightened, almost causing the silver hairpin to be pulled off course.
"Mo Chengyue!"
"Hairpin Separation from Pine Trees".
"The thread is tangled."
"Don't let the light go out."
"I can't move my hands!"
"Use the shoulder to block the box, and press the thread with the tip of the hairpin."
Shopkeeper Hu bit her cuff, using her shoulder and lampshade to protect the small box. With her other hand, she forcefully pressed the silver hairpin against the base of the red thread. The thin thread that flew out of the red wedding dress had already wrapped around her wrist along her cuff, and the wet red thread end burrowed into the fabric, seeking the old wound on her palm.
The seventh eye was lying on the edge of the broken ship, half of its eye was pinned down by a silver hairpin, while the other half of its face was twisted with a smile.
"Your blood is here too."
"The blood of the Hu family, Ah Sui's eyes, the lamp of the old inn."
"Sister, look, the boat still recognizes you."
The red thread on Manager Hu's wrist tightened, forcing out blood from his old wound, which almost stained the silver hairpin.