FVN Chapter 382 Waiting for it to be exposed
Chapter 382 Waiting for it to be exposed
The red light swayed in the fog.
The light shone through the white mist and fell on the bluestone ground, reflecting a faint watermark.
In the watermark, there was a line of wet footprints.
The footprints came from the direction of the ferry crossing.
Each step is narrower than that of an average person.
Like a woman walking barefoot on it.
Mo Chengyue raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Old Zheng."
Old Zheng answered stiffly from a distance.
"exist!"
"The people who have recently gone missing at your ferry crossing, did they all disappear after hearing someone calling out?"
Old Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Not entirely."
"Some of them are singing."
"Some saw ship lights."
"There was also a boatman who said he dreamed of getting married, and then disappeared the next day."
Mo Chengyue nodded.
"The scope of business is quite comprehensive."
Old Zheng almost cried.
"Young master, please don't praise it now!"
Mo Chengyue sighed.
"I'm just recording the details of the case."
The sounds in the fog suddenly changed again.
This time it's not like Lao Zheng.
It was a woman.
The sound was soft and moist, as if it came from beneath the surface of the river.
"Young master."
"I've been waiting for you for so long."
Mo Chengyue's eyelids twitched.
"Girl, you've mistaken me for someone else."
The woman said softly, "I won't mistake you."
"You are warm."
"It has the breath of a living person."
"It also has the aura of a cultivator."
Mo Chengyue's heart sank slightly.
It was definitely not an ordinary water spirit.
Ordinary yin creatures are most fond of yang energy.
The fact that someone can immediately identify "the aura of a cultivator" indicates that this thing has at least been in contact with a cultivator.
It's even possible that it was kept as a pet.
He didn't show it on his face, but said seriously, "Young lady, you have good taste."
"Unfortunately, I'm not available today."
The woman in the mist chuckled softly.
"Why is it inconvenient?"
Mo Chengyue said, "Before I left, someone told me not to drink any wine offered by a pretty woman."
"Even though what you're delivering now is a boat."
"But they're essentially the same."
Old Zheng: "..."
Old Zhou: "..."
It's still possible to reason with someone in a situation like this.
This young master of the Hehuan Sect must have a heart of steel.
The red light in the fog drew closer.
This time, Mo Chengyue didn't need to look at the lamp to feel the damp, cold aura pressing against him within three zhang.
Watermarks spread across the bluestone ground.
Strands of black hair floated out of the water, coiling around his ankles like thin snakes.
Mo Chengyue touched the ground with his toes.
The Heavenly Dragon Steps unfold.
With a slight sway, the figure retreated to the stone steps of the watchtower.
The black hair missed its target and suddenly tightened on the ground, leaving fine marks on the bluestone.
Old Zheng's expression changed drastically.
"What is this?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the marks on the ground, his tone still calm.
"Hair".
Old Zheng's eyes widened.
"I know it's hair!"
Mo Chengyue added.
"It's not well-maintained."
The woman's laughter in the mist turned cold.
"Does the young master dislike me?"
Mo Chengyue immediately replied, "No."
"I just think it's a bit unhygienic for you to grab people with your hair."
"One of our sect's senior sisters would feel that seeing this would offend her eyes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the watermark suddenly burst open.
More than a dozen strands of wet, black hair bounced up from the ground, heading straight for Mo Chengyue's throat, wrists, and waist.
Extremely fast.
Moreover, every strand of hair was covered with fine, grayish-white frost.
Mo Chengyue's eyes narrowed slightly.
Corpse Frost?
wrong.
It's much weaker than the Soul-Devouring Corpse Frost from the Mining Ridge.
But the smell is somewhat similar.
It looks like it's been diluted, soaked, and then nurtured by the river water.
The scent of Xuan Shuang Valley has actually drifted here.
"it is good."
Mo Chengyue flicked his sleeve.
Three thunder talismans slid into his fingers.
"I originally wanted to visit the local people first."
"You insisted on cutting in line."
The Thunder Talisman lit up.
Fine bolts of lightning leaped from his fingertips, exploding into three blue-white arcs in the air.
boom!
Wet hair struck by lightning instantly turned black and curled up.
A scream came from the fog.
The voice was no longer gentle; instead, it sounded like fingernails scraping against a porcelain bowl, so sharp that Old Zheng and Old Zhou covered their ears at the same time.
The old bells on the upper floor were shaken and rang loudly.
Mo Chengyue felt a slight pain between his eyebrows.
Yin Xinpei trembled slightly in her arms.
A clear sound penetrated the soul, suppressing the bewitching intent in the scream.
Lin Miaoyin's stuff is really useful.
When you go back to pay the debt, the price might not be very attractive.
The woman in the mist shouted angrily, "You dare to hurt me?"
Mo Chengyue corrected him carefully.
"You started it."
"And I've already said I'm not getting on the ship."
"Forced buying and selling is not in accordance with the regulations for ferry terminal operation."
In the distance, some people in several houses were awakened by the noise.
A few cracks were quietly opened in the window.
Someone lowered their voice.
"What's going on outside?"
"Is the red light coming again?"
"Didn't I tell you not to look!"
"I didn't watch, I just listened."
"Listening won't work either; Wang Er, the pancake seller, died because he listened!"
"Who is that young man outside?"
"I heard they're from a sect."
"Someone from a sect is trying to bargain with them?"
"What do you know? Great people all have quirks."
Mo Chengyue's forehead twitched slightly upon hearing this.
well.
This was only the first night at Hongfeng Ferry.
The mass base has begun to shift.
Suddenly, the red light rose high into the air through the fog.
From the direction of the river, came the sound of wooden planks rubbing against the water.
Squeak.
Squeak.
Like an old ship, it is slowly approaching the unseen shore.
Old Zheng's face completely lost its color.
"The ship has arrived!"
"Young master, retreat quickly!"
Old Zhou was also shouting from inside the house.
"Come inside!"
"As long as the door is closed, it won't dare to force its way into a house!"
Mo Chengyue glanced at the thin wooden door behind him, which seemed like a mere psychological comfort.
He felt that Lao Zhou's defenses against "residential buildings" might stem from some kind of simple belief.
However, it's not worthwhile to stubbornly defend the ferry crossing right now.
He was new to the area and lacked sufficient information.
This thing also carried a lingering smell, possibly from Xuan Shuang Valley.
If he were to jump on the ship, and it turned out that Qin Suying's long-distance package was sitting on the bottom of the ship, he would really be the one to deliver it to her door.
Mo Chengyue raised his hand and threw out two array nails.
The array nails landed in front of and behind the watchtower, flashing with golden light and transforming into a faint barrier.
The formation is small.
But it's enough to block out the fog.
He turned around and walked into Old Zhou's house.
The woman's voice suddenly became shrill in the fog.
"You can't leave!"
A red light flashed on the river.
A pale hand emerged from the mist.
Her fingers were slender with bluish nails, but a faint frosty leaf pattern adorned her palm.
Mo Chengyue abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Frosty leaf pattern.
It's not an illusion.
Sure enough, there were traces of Xuan Shuang Valley.
That hand reached out and grabbed from a distance.
The water stains on the ground suddenly surged up, turning into a wet, cold water rope that wrapped around Mo Chengyue's waist.
Mo Chengyue did not turn around.
The moon's shadow shone brightly in the void.
His figure vanished in place.
The water rope pierced through the afterimage and lashed hard against the watchtower pillar.
A snap.
The half-wooden pillar split open.
The next instant, Mo Chengyue appeared in front of Old Zhou's door.
He grabbed the terrified Lao Zheng and shoved him into the house.
"Go in."
Old Zheng flew through the doorway and almost fell to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Old Zhou quickly pulled him away.
Mo Chengyue was the last to enter, and he stuck three talismans on his back.
boom!
The wooden door closed.
The fog outside hit the door panel with a muffled thud.
Black water immediately seeped out from the crack in the door.
The talisman glowed with a yellow light and made a hissing sound.
The three people in the room fell silent.
Old Zheng leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
Old Zhou was clutching the door latch, his face trembling with wrinkles.
Mo Chengyue looked at the water stains under the door and said slowly, "This door is usually well maintained."
Old Zhou was stunned.
"what?"
Mo Chengyue said, "It's surprising that it can still block for a bit."
Old Zheng, panting, asked, "Young master, what do we do now?"
Mo Chengyue took out a thunder talisman from his sleeve and stuck it on the inside of the door.
"What should we do first?"
"wait."
Old Zheng stared wide-eyed.
"Wait for it to leave?"
Mo Chengyue shook his head.
"Wait until it keeps slipping up."