FVN Chapter 388 The Red Lantern Boat Collapsed
Chapter 388 The Red Lantern Boat Collapsed
The sunken ship at the bottom of the river suddenly shuddered.
Countless red ropes stretched out from the water and wrapped around the wooden stakes on the shore.
The entire ferry crossing began to be dragged into the river.
The incense light from the local temple shook violently.
Old Zheng and the others screamed in terror.
"The house is moving!"
"The ferry crossing is going to collapse!"
"Immortal Master!"
Mo Chengyue's face turned completely cold.
He can run.
But the ferry crossing can't be moved.
These mortals can't escape either.
Yu Lin Hong had calculated this point perfectly.
They used the entire Red Maple Ferry to force him into a trap.
Mo Chengyue let out a soft breath.
"senior."
"Do you people of Xuanshuang Valley all like to use innocent people as bargaining chips?"
Yu Lin Hong said calmly, "If it's useful, that's fine."
Mo Chengyue nodded.
"I've learned something."
He raised his hand and took out the last two array nails.
He then took out a handful of Chiyang powder from his storage bag.
Looking at the few remaining talisman materials, a clear sense of pain flashed in his eyes.
"This time when I go back."
"If the Foreign Affairs Office doesn't reimburse you."
"I wrote the mission report in blood."
After saying that, he turned around abruptly and shouted towards the direction of the earth god temple, "Uncle Zheng!"
Old Zheng was startled.
"exist!"
Mo Chengyue asked, "Does the temple have anything that can be rung, such as a large bell, an iron pot, or a copper basin?"
Old Zheng was stunned.
"It's a broken bell!"
"There are still two pots left!"
Mo Chengyue said, "Knock!"
"Let everyone bang together!"
Old Zheng was dumbfounded.
"What are you knocking on?"
Mo Chengyue stared at the sunken ship in the river.
"Knock it for the living."
"The louder the better."
Old Zheng gritted his teeth and immediately roared, "Get up, all of you!"
"Ring the bell!"
"Knock on the pot!"
"Bring any basins you have!"
"Master Mo told us to knock, so we'll knock!"
soon.
A series of random knocking sounds came from behind the earth god temple.
Boom!
when!
bang bang!
The sounds of a broken bell, an iron pot, and a copper basin mingled together.
It sounds awful.
It was incredibly lively.
The voices that had been suppressed by the river mist were now being sung out again.
"May the Earth God protect us!"
"Red Maple Ferry must not sink!"
"Knock! Knock harder!"
"Whoever stops here is a coward!"
Mo Chengyue's eyes twitched upon hearing this.
"This folk music."
"Very aggressive."
But it works.
Human voices, bells, and pot and pan sounds blend together to create a mundane, yang energy.
The red rope on the river surface paused slightly.
Mo Chengyue seized the opportunity and suddenly sprinkled the Red Sun Powder on both sides of the shallows.
They then drove two more anchor bolts into the rocks on the left and right banks, respectively.
Golden light rose again.
This time, it's not a trapped ship.
Instead, it locks the shore.
"A boat can tow another boat."
"Can it even tow the entire ferry crossing?"
"Come."
"Let me see how good your teeth are."
The array patterns unfolded with a roar.
The red maple leaves on the riverbank were forcibly nailed down.
The dragging force of the sunken ship at the bottom of the river was cut off.
The dark red soul line between the black ship and the sunken ship suddenly tightened.
Mo Chengyue's eyes sharpened.
"I've found you."
He raised his hand.
The last thunder talisman appeared.
The thunder patterns on the talisman paper pulsated.
Yu Lin Hong's soul finally made a move.
The red light flared up, and the pale hand reached out again.
"You dare to sever the Soul Line?"
Mo Chengyue grinned.
"senior."
"I'm a timid person."
"That's why I hate it most when someone puts a knife to my neck."
The thunder talisman flew out.
But the goal is not the Soul Line.
Instead, it was the array plate beneath his feet.
boom!
The thunder talisman shattered the array plate.
The Yin-Yang True Essence within the shattered array plate was activated by the lightning, surging outwards along the array patterns on the ground.
The black and white energy transformed into a thin blade, flashing past the shallow muddy water.
The dark red soul thread snapped instantly.
The sunken ship in the river suddenly sank.
Countless water ghosts screamed at the same time.
The red lantern on the black boat swayed violently, and the paper on the lantern cracked and spread.
The woman in the wedding dress seemed to have her spine ripped out, and she knelt down on the bow of the boat with a thud.
Yu Lin's red soul became extremely faint in the lamplight.
She didn't yell.
She simply stared coldly at Mo Chengyue.
"You've ruined my plans again."
Mo Chengyue's face turned pale, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He glanced down at the array plate, which was now broken into several pieces.
Heartache is far worse than physical pain.
"You're too kind, senior."
"It's mainly because you have too many meetings."
"As a working-class person, I can only dismantle one piece at a time."
Yu Lin Hong said, "You'll regret this."
Mo Chengyue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
I've been hearing that phrase quite often lately.
"Could you phrase it differently?"
Yu Lin's red soul slowly dispersed.
The last faint red light in the red light condensed into a frosty leaf.
"Red Maple Ferry is just one waterway."
"You can hold this place."
"Can we protect every single river?"
The frosty leaves are broken.
The red light went out with a snap.
Without the support of the red light, the black ship quickly decayed.
The ship's planks cracked one by one.
The vengeful corpses and remnants of souls trapped at the bottom of the ship also dissipated along with the black mist.
Mo Chengyue immediately threw out the Soul-Sealing Talisman.
One by one, the talismans flew up, barely managing to contain the more lucid remnants of souls within.
Several remnant souls regained some human form within the talismanic light.
A burly boatman looked down blankly, saw his own hands, and then saw Old Zheng on the shore.
"Brother Zheng..."
When Old Zheng heard this voice, he froze on the spot.
"Old...Old Wu?"
The remnant soul's lips trembled.
Don't get on the red-light boat.
"There's more underwater..."
Before he could finish speaking, his figure faded away.
Mo Chengyue pointed a finger and used a soul-sealing talisman to stabilize his last bit of spiritual light.
"Don't rush to disperse."
"queue."
"Take statements from each of them one by one."
Old Wu's lingering soul was bewildered.
"A pen...what?"
Mo Chengyue said seriously, "Register your will."
"This concerns the settlement of the mission."
Old Zheng was already grieving, and upon hearing this, he almost choked on his tears.
"Master Ink Immortal"
"Do we still need to register at this time?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at him.
"If we don't register, how will we know what else is underwater?"
Old Zheng was taken aback and immediately wiped his face.
"right."
"Register."
"Old Wu, tell me quickly!"
The black ship was completely half destroyed.
The mist on the river surface had not completely dissipated.
In the distance, in the middle of the river, the half-sunken ship has sunk back to the bottom of the water.
Only a huge vortex remained, slowly spinning.
Mo Chengyue stared at the vortex, his expression far from relaxed.
The soul thread is broken.
The ferry was destroyed.
But the real grave at the bottom of the river is still there.
The waterway left behind by Yu Lin Hong has not yet been fully investigated.
He looked down at the few talismans he had left in his hand, and then felt the faint pain in his sea of consciousness.
I really want to turn around and go back to my sect right now.
Then write in the task report:
Hongfengdu boasts beautiful scenery.
It is recommended that a Nascent Soul Elder be sent to experience it personally.
Unfortunately, Old Wu's remnant soul's next words shattered his beautiful wish on the spot.
Old Wu looked at the center of the river, his voice broken and intermittent.
"Under the boat...it's not a boat."
"It's Watari."
"Whenever the moon is waning, they come from downstream."
There are seven red lights.
"tonight……"
"Only one cup was served."
Mo Chengyue remained silent.
The banging of pots behind the Earth God Temple gradually stopped.
Old Zheng's face turned deathly pale.
"Seven lamps?"
The young boatman's legs went weak.
"Uncle Zheng, how about we move?"
Old Zheng's lips trembled.
"Where to move to?"
"The boats can now be taken ashore!"
Mo Chengyue looked up at the river.
Deep in the night fog, a faint red light seemed to flash and disappear.
One lamp.
Two cups.
It's like there's nothing at all.
He let out a long sigh.
"very good."
"Solo reconnaissance mission".
"We've discovered the team-building instance."