txolops Chapter 453 Don't Call Me So Intimate
Chapter 453 Don't Call Me So Intimate
Mo Chengyue tore a small section off the blood-stained red pattern with his left hand, and the red pattern bit his fingertip, the blood dripping along the edge of his palm into the ash of the threshold talisman.
"I used to work overtime and still ended up running away."
Yu Lin Hong didn't understand the sentence, but she could tell from his perfunctory tone.
"You think a joke can cover things up?"
"cannot."
Mo Chengyue pushed his right palm slightly toward the bottom of the ship without lights. The wedding invitation thought he was going to follow the invitation, and the red pattern immediately followed his blood. The suction force was pulled away from the side of his eye.
"But it can mask the pain."
Upon hearing this, Manager Hu nearly slipped the small box in her hand. She immediately caught the bottom of the box with her sleeve, pressed her knees against the edge of the dry soil, and the light from the third pot of ashes illuminated her profile.
"Ah Sui, come back."
Banyan finally moved away from the front of Mo Chengyue's blood letter, and the silver light from the old wound at the corner of her eye approached the small box.
A cracking, wet sound came from the seventh eye's throat.
"Sister, if you let her into the box, she'll remember the pain on my face."
Manager Hu did not look up.
"Remember to return to shore."
"She will hate you."
"Even if I hate you, I'll still go back to shore."
"She will forget you."
Shopkeeper Hu held the sleeve more firmly, the white paper lamplight pressed against the box lid, and the old silver aura emanated from the soul-sealing talisman.
"Even if you forget, you can still return to shore."
Half an eye hovered above the small box. The silver light and the white light inside the box collided through a layer of residual red mist, and the red mist immediately swirled back towards the blood ointment.
Mo Chengyue's face darkened when he saw the layer of red aura.
"Don't let it fall directly into the box."
Manager Hu immediately stopped what he was doing.
"What's wrong now?"
"The lingering effects of the 'marriage of fame' technique are still visible at the corners of her eyes."
"How do I wash it?"
"Use shore fire, not lamps."
Manager Hu turned towards the ashes and fire.
"The fire is in the basin; I cannot let the box touch the fire."
"Don't touch it, can I borrow a cigarette?"
Old Zhou on the shore seemed to hear the commotion in the abandoned shipyard, and shouted until his voice became hoarse through the sound of the pots.
"The ashes from the pot keep people here; the smoke travels along the shore, not the water!"
Old Zheng roared along.
"Manager Hu, don't let the fire reflect in the water!"
Manager Hu immediately moved the small box above the soot and smoke from the pot, using his sleeve to block the black water below, allowing only the smoke rising from the dry soil to brush past the edge of the box.
Half of his eye was lifted by the smoke, and the remaining red moisture at the corner of his eye began to peel away. The red vapor did not fall into the box, but was rolled out of the threshold by the cigarette.
Yu Lin Hong's lingering regret sneered in Mo Cheng Yue's palm.
"Did you wash yourself properly?"
Mo Chengyue raised his left hand, grabbed the wisp of red vapor that had been swept away by the cigarette, and pressed it back onto the blood patch on his right palm.
Manager Hu's expression changed.
"You picked it up again?"
Waste recycling.
"That's the auspicious energy from the marriage ritual."
"Know."
"You knew that, yet you still touched it?"
"If it turns its eyes, Ah Sui won't be able to get into the box."
Manager Hu's throat tightened, and he finally managed to squeeze out only one sentence.
"Don't try to hold back."
Mo Chengyue pressed the red aura into the blood oath, and the thunder fire ash immediately burned it. The lingering resentment of Yu Linhong in the blood oath was scalded and its voice became deep.
"Mo Chengyue".
"Don't call me that so intimately, it scares me."
The crimson of Yu Lin Hong continued to climb along the bottom of the ink characters, but was sandwiched between the black water of the lampless ship and the thunder and fire ash. The force that the wedding ship's letter had been sucking at half an eye finally loosened.
Manager Hu seized the opportunity, pressed the white paper lamp close to the small box, and shouted until his voice was hoarse.
"Ah Sui, let's go back to shore."
A soft tap came from the small box.
The silver light in half of the eye fell onto the box lid, and the white light on the soul-sealing talisman met it. When the two met, a ball of pure white soul light suddenly lit up in the box.
Shopkeeper Hu dared not cry; her eyes were red from the smoke. She simply covered the gap in the lampshade to prevent the light from shining on her feet.
"Ah Sui?"
The white light in the box was brief and complete. Ah Sui's voice came from the Soul-Sealing Talisman, a little clearer than before, but still weak.
"sister."
Shopkeeper Hu's lips moved, but in the end he only replied with his childhood nickname.
"Ah Sui".
Mo Chengyue's left hand was still pressing on his right wrist, and the blood-stained red pattern was held back by him. When he heard that Ah Sui could speak, he immediately spoke.
"Don't reminisce, talk about the ship owner."
Manager Hu glared at him.
"She just got back."
"That's why we should do it while she can still remember."
Ah Sui gently touched the box, as if to tell Manager Hu not to stop her.
"The owner of the Red Lantern Boat... is not Yu Lin Hong himself."
Black water gushed from the empty seventh eye socket, and the mangled face shrank back against the edge of the wrecked boat.
"Shut up."
Mo Chengyue looked at the seventh eye.
"Let her speak."
Manager Hu protected the small box, his knees still kneeling beside the ashes and fire.
"Ah Sui, say what you can say, don't hold back."
Ah Sui's voice came out intermittently from the white light.
"The boat owner was a water corpse."
Mo Chengyue's red lines on his right palm suddenly tightened, and Yu Linhong's lingering resentment did not speak immediately.
Manager Hu pressed for more information, but then remembered Mo Chengyue's earlier warning and instead whispered something to her.
"Ah Sui, how did the water corpse come about?"
Ah Sui's white light flickered against the Soul-Sealing Talisman.
"She was subjected to a marriage-changing technique."
Mo Chengyue suppressed his expression and pressed the Yin Xin pendant inside his clothes with his left hand, preventing the red marks on it from being exposed.
"Who planted it?"
The seventh eye roared fiercely.
"She just had her eyes opened; her soul is unstable. And you're forcing her to talk!"
Manager Hu replied coldly.
"Now you feel sorry for her?"
As if hearing the voice of the seventh eye, the white light in the box shrank slightly.
Manager Hu immediately stuck the white paper lantern firmly to the edge of the box.
"Ah Sui, don't listen to her, the light is on the shore."
Mo Chengyue looked at the dark figure under the unlit boat outside the door. The red patterns in the blood-stained talisman on his right palm were about to turn over again as Ah Sui had said. He pressed the blood ash onto it with his left hand.
"The technique of 'marrying a name' is planted in the body of a water corpse. Yu Lin Hong borrows the corpse to become the boat owner, so the Red Lantern Boat can say that the boat owner is still there."
Ah Sui responded very softly from inside the box.
"Um."
Shopkeeper Hu asked in a low voice, "Who is that water corpse?"
Mo Chengyue immediately raised his hand to stop her.
"Don't ask who I am."
Manager Hu swallowed his words and changed his tune.
"Ah Sui, can you tell me where it is?"
Ah Sui's white light struggled to gather within the box.
"pier……"
Yu Lin Hong's lingering regret finally spoke, and the crimson light emerged from the blood-stained scroll in Mo Cheng Yue's palm, pressing against the black water towards the small box.
That's enough.
Mo Chengyue drew the Rain Flower Sword with his left hand, placing the blade between the small box and the blood oath. The ash from the talisman was swept up by the sword's wind, blocking the red aura.
"Not enough, I like to hear the whole thing."
Ah Sui's voice was lowered even further by Hong Yi.
"Seven lamps..."
Shopkeeper Hu hugged the small box back to his chest. The first lamp lit up the soul, the third lamp lit up the ashes to keep the person from leaving, and the second incense stick was still stuck to the end of the silver hairpin. The old silver smell circled around the mouth of the box.
"Ah Sui, speak slowly."
Ah Sui seemed to want to squeeze out the second half of the sentence.
Outside the abandoned shipyard, the first explosion suddenly came from the direction of the dock.
The red mist was shaken apart, and one of the red lights on the distant water surface quickly went out.
The white paper lamp in Manager Hu's hand swayed slightly.
A second explosion followed immediately.
Mo Chengyue's expression changed. The red patterns in the blood-stained talisman on his right palm stopped absorbing blood and instead lit up towards the dock.
Third tone.
Wet red bubbles welled up from the hole in the seventh eye's face. She stopped laughing and shrank into the bottom of the wrecked boat.
Fourth tone.
The sound of cooking on the shore was interrupted for a moment, and Old Zhou's shout was half swallowed by the red mist.
Fifth tone.
The dark shadows on the hull of the unlit ship raised their heads, as if they had heard a summons.
The sixth tone.
The white light from Ah Sui inside the Soul-Sealing Box dispersed and then gathered back, her voice trembling with urgency.
"Don't let all seven lights go out..."
As the seventh explosion subsided, all the red lights in the direction of the dock went out simultaneously, and a hollow boat bell rang out from the black water.
Mo Chengyue gripped the Rain Flower Sword tightly in his left hand, standing protectively in front of Manager Hu and Xiao Xia.
"It's too late."
Manager Hu looked at the white light in the box, his voice tense.
"What's too late?"
Mo Chengyue looked in the direction where the red lights had all gone out, and the ink characters on the blood-stained note in his palm were reflected red by the black water.
"The Red Lantern Boat has changed hands."