FVN Chapter 393 Boarding the Ship? First Ask About the 5 Insurances
Chapter 393 Boarding the Ship? First Ask About the 5 Insurances
Old Zheng stood there, stunned.
In his life, he had seen storms, dead people, and nameless coffins floating up the river in the middle of the night at Hongfeng Ferry.
But he had never seen anyone whose first words after being targeted by the demon ship at the bottom of the river were to boil water.
Let's cook a big pot.
His lips trembled slightly.
"Young Master Mo"
"This water..."
"Who is it for?"
Mo Chengyue looked down at the red lantern mark on his sleeve.
The mark wasn't large.
Only the size of a fingernail.
But there was a faint red light flowing inside, like a lantern that had been shrunk countless times.
The wick swayed slightly.
With each shake, the fog on the river surface thickened.
Mo Chengyue raised his hand and gently pressed his fingertips on the edge of the mark.
A cold, damp sensation immediately seeped into the meridians along the fingertips.
He withdrew his hand expressionlessly.
"Give the boat some water."
Old Zheng's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Can the boat drink water?"
Mo Chengyue said, "We can find people on the boat, what's wrong with having a drink of water?"
Old Zheng was unable to refute it for a moment.
Several boatmen nearby turned pale upon hearing this.
Someone whispered, "Has this immortal master been frightened into losing his mind?"
The other one immediately covered his mouth.
"Shut up."
"You dare say the immortal master is confused? Go try reasoning with that guy at the bottom of the river!"
The man immediately shook his head vigorously.
The firelight in front of the land temple was suppressed by the river mist.
The soup in the pot was still bubbling.
But after the emboldening banging stopped, the entire ferry crossing seemed to have its throat covered by something.
Only the shadow of the red-light boat on the riverbed slowly turned around in the mist.
The bow of the ship is facing the local earth god temple.
To be more precise, it was directly facing Mo Chengyue.
Mo Chengyue looked up.
I sighed sincerely in my heart.
"really."
There's no such thing as a free midnight snack.
"I'd only taken two bites when it started to feel like I was going to die."
He turned to look at the crowd.
"Old Zheng, do as I say."
"Bring over all the iron pots, copper pots, large teapots, and steamers for boiling rice—anything that can boil water."
Old Zheng swallowed.
"Master, is it really possible to turn back the ship?"
Mo Chengyue said, "Not necessarily."
Everyone's expression changed.
Mo Chengyue added another sentence.
"But if we do nothing, we definitely won't be able to get a refund."
This statement is more effective than any guarantee.
Old Zheng gritted his teeth.
"move!"
"What are you all standing there for?"
"Want to wait for the boat to come and treat you to drinks?"
The boatmen scattered as if they had come to life after he scolded them.
Someone went to the kitchen to remove the pot.
Someone went to the inn to borrow firewood.
Some people even brought out the large iron cauldron behind the local temple, which was usually used to cook fodder for livestock.
The two young boatmen couldn't lift it and were sweating profusely with anxiety.
A fat shopkeeper couldn't stand it any longer, so he rolled up his sleeves and got involved.
"Get out of the way!"
"Even though I'm fat, I used to carry sacks of rice!"
He had just lifted one corner of the iron cauldron when there was a snapping sound at his waist.
The fat shopkeeper's face stiffened.
The young man next to him was terrified.
"Shopkeeper, are you alright?"
The portly shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "It's alright."
"It just reminded me of myself when I was younger."
Upon hearing this, Mo Chengyue couldn't help but glance at him.
The people of Hongfengdu may be afraid, but they're all quite stubborn.
This place has great potential for survival.
It is also suitable for writing work injury reports.
The pots were gradually moved to the front of the local temple.
A dozen or so pots were lined up in a row.
The torches were stuck in the mud, illuminating the rising steam.
Mo Chengyue took out the array flag from his storage bag.
He didn't move the main flag of the Small Sumeru Vajra Formation.
That's for saving your life.
Taking it out to boil water now is disrespectful to life.
He took a set of old Qi-guiding array flags.
The edges are worn, and the flag still bears scorch marks from the last time it was used at the mine.
Mo Chengyue looked at them and silently apologized in his heart.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"You're just like me, unlucky but very resilient."
He raised his hand and waved.
Twelve battle flags were placed around the pot formation.
The black and white energy flowed along the ground, connecting the pots in a circle.
Old Zheng watched with bated breath.
"Young Master Mo, what are we going to do?"
"Boil water."
"and then?"
"Knock on the pot."
Old Zheng was stunned.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't knock anymore?"
Mo Chengyue said, "I was just knocking randomly."
"Now we need to strike at the heart of the formation."
Old Zheng couldn't understand.
But he sensed something.
We still need to knock.
Old Zheng suddenly felt that the highlight of his life was probably banging a pot in front of the local temple and being remembered by the female ghost at the bottom of the river.
It would be very difficult to face one's ancestors with such a reputation.
Mo Chengyue looked at everyone.
Listen carefully.
"Once the fire starts, no matter what you hear, don't turn around."
"If someone calls your name, don't answer."
"If someone is crying, ignore them."
"Don't believe anyone who claims to be your parents."
One of the boatmen was deathly pale.
"What if they really are my parents?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at him.
"Would your parents emerge from the river in the middle of the night to tell you not to listen to the immortal master?"
The boatman thought for a moment.
"My mother knows how."
Mo Chengyue remained silent for a moment.
"Your mother has a rather peculiar temper."
The people next to him were so nervous they were trembling, but they still couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The laugh was very short.
But the suffocating atmosphere in front of the local earth god temple was relieved a little as a result.
Mo Chengyue raised his hand and placed the three thunder talismans next to the large iron cauldron in the center.
Then they pasted a soul-protecting talisman on the threshold of the earth god temple.
The statue of the Earth God had been blackened by smoke.
The clay sculpture's face showed no emotion.
Mo Chengyue looked up at it.
"Could I borrow this space for a moment?"
"Ruoling, I will ensure your lineage continues to this night."
"If it doesn't work, at least make it look convincing."
Old Zheng's eyelids twitched as he listened.
"Master, will the Earth God be angry?"
Mo Chengyue said, "If it's really angry, it'll go after that boat in the river first."
"It's them that's taking over the territory, not me."
The voice just fell.
A soft laugh suddenly came from the river.
The laughter sounded like a woman chuckling softly through a gauze curtain.
It's like someone underwater scraping the ship's deck with their fingernail.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
In the thick fog.
One red light after another lit up.
It's not the boat on the river.
Instead, it's on both sides of the ferry crossing.
Under the window of the inn.
Beside the dock piles.
Even under the eaves of the local earth god temple, the shadows of damp red lanterns could be seen.
Old Zheng's voice trembled.
"It...it came ashore?"
Mo Chengyue narrowed his eyes.
"No."
"It is the mark that borrows my breath to illuminate its path."
The red light on his cuff grew brighter and brighter.
The red light spread along his sleeves, as if to weave a soaked wedding dress over his body.
Mo Chengyue's face darkened.
"So it wasn't a hooker after all."
"It's time to lower the anchor."
That thing at the bottom of the river isn't going to be dragged away now.
Instead, they used him as an anchor point on the shore.
Once the red lantern is fully lit, the demon ship can use its energy to dock.
At that time, none of these people in front of the local temple will be able to escape.
This method isn't very clever.
But it's very sinister.
It's as sinister as some company leaders organizing team-building activities.
In name, it enhances cohesion.
In reality, it dragged everyone down with it.
Mo Chengyue raised his right hand.
The Yin-Yang True Essence spun in the palm of his hand.
The black and white energy transformed into thin lines, which suddenly pierced into the red stain on the cuff.
The red light trembled violently.
From the depths of the river, that gentle female voice rang out once more.
"Young master."
"Stop struggling."
"Let's get on the ship."
"There is wine, lights, and warm blankets on the boat."
"There are still people waiting for you."
Mo Chengyue sneered.
"Does it offer the five social insurances and one housing fund?"
The sound on the river surface paused.
The crowd in front of the land temple also paused for a moment.
If Jin Qiaoqiao were here, she would probably just call him out of his mind.
Lin Miaoyin will mostly smile.
Qin Wanzhuang would say that he talks too much nonsense.
But Mo Chengyue knew very well.
What this kind of bewitching voice fears most is not angry rebukes.
It's a distraction.
As long as you follow the meaning behind the other person's words, even if you only take half a step, you will be captivated by that gentle chill.
Therefore, he had to say things in a way that was inappropriate enough.
The more you ruin the atmosphere, the better.
really.
The chill in the red lantern's glow paused for a moment.
Mo Chengyue seized the moment and slammed a formation nail into the ground with his backhand.
"ignition!"
Old Zheng immediately roared, "Light the fire!"