novelden Chapter 411 Who Sold Me
Chapter 411 Who Sold Me
In the mirror, Lin Miaoyin tilted her head and looked at Mo Chengyue, her eyes rippling in the water.
"Come a little closer, let me see if you've been bullied by that ghost ship."
Mo Chengyue put the Thunder Talisman back into his sleeve and took out a Demon-Breaking Talisman, sticking it next to the Sound Heart Pendant.
"That statement is also false."
Manager Hu frowned.
"What's wrong with her again?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the pipa in the mirror. The pipa strings were not wrapped with the aura of the Heavenly Demon Sound, but with thin, wet red threads.
"If she really comes, the first thing she'll do is complain that this place is dirty, the second thing is that the red light is ugly, and the third thing is that I've made my clothes look like this, disgracing the Hehuan Sect."
Old Zheng asked in a low voice.
"Isn't she worried about you?"
Mo Chengyue thought about it carefully.
"I'll worry, but I'll scold them first."
Xiao Liu finally swallowed the steamed bun.
"Master, your popularity sounds strangely secure."
Lin Miaoyin chuckled in the mirror, red water dripping down her bare feet, yet leaving no ripples on the mirror's surface.
"You're lying, but your eyes are still on me."
Mo Chengyue completely lowered the window paper, leaving only a narrow opening through which the array patterns could be seen.
"Doing quality inspection doesn't count as looking."
In the mirror, Lin Miaoyin leaned forward, holding her pipa. Her bright eyes and eyebrows were close to the water film, and her voice bypassed Yin Xinpei, drilling into his ear.
"You bear my Heart-Piercing Pendant, and you still say you don't miss me?"
Upon hearing the words "Yin Xin Pei," Manager Hu immediately looked at the jade pendant in Mo Chengyue's hand.
"It knows what your protective charm is."
Old Zhou's face darkened.
"The Red Lantern Boat has seen him make a move and heard the jade pendant ring, so it's not surprising that they know."
Mo Chengyue pressed his fingertip against the jade pendant, and a clear sound rose again, this time directly breaking several red threads on the pipa strings in the mirror.
Knowing the name and the object does not mean that it possesses the original owner's aura.
Lin Miaoyin's face turned cold in the mirror, red lines crawled out from the corners of her eyes, and her beautiful appearance was stretched open by the bulging of water bubbles.
"What kind of man are you if you can't even look at him?"
Mo Chengyue looked up.
"Does using reverse psychology to offer discounts work? Two out of three sentences are repetitive, resulting in a poor customer experience."
Xiao Liu couldn't help but laugh, then quickly covered her mouth.
Old Zheng glared at him.
"Don't laugh, it will remember you if you laugh out loud."
Xiao Liu held the kitchen knife horizontally in front of his chest.
"I was just hiccuping."
In the mirror, Lin Miaoyin completely shed her allure, and red lines crisscrossed beneath her skin. Three female faces appeared in the water film in turn: Qin Wanzhuang's coldness, Jin Qiaoqiao's worry, and Lin Miaoyin's teasing, all mixed together, and finally all turned towards Mo Chengyue.
You don't trust anyone.
Mo Chengyue drew the Rain Flower Sword, leaving the blade partially unsheathed, revealing only its cold, clear light.
"I believe in evidence."
The three faces in the mirror asked in unison.
"Where is the evidence?"
Mo Chengyue pointed to the red line on the back of the mirror.
"You don't have Second Senior Sister's Blazing Sun Sword Qi, Jin Qiaoqiao's Breath-Chasing Feather Talisman Echo, or Lin Miaoyin's Soul-Piercing Melodies."
Manager Hu heard the lamp cord in his hand tighten.
"So from the very beginning, you were waiting for it to show its true colors?"
Mo Chengyue affixed the thunder talisman to the scabbard, and the lightning spread along the spine of the sword.
"If it wants me to come closer, I'll let it talk more. The more the liar talks, the easier it is to settle the score."
Old Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, then brought it up again.
"So, is that all?"
Mo Chengyue raised his sword and pointed it at the wet mirror outside the window.
"It's calculated that it will lose money."
The three faces in the mirror tore open simultaneously, and red lines burst out from the water film, drilling into the room along the window cracks, heading straight for the red lines on Mo Chengyue's palm.
Old Zhou flipped up the old ship's license plate, with the engravings facing outwards, and shouted in a deep voice.
"Don't let the thread touch the blood."
Shopkeeper Hu flung out the white paper lantern thread, and the blackened soul-suppressing coins landed in the middle of the red thread, dragging several of them toward the ground.
Old Zheng picked up an iron ladle and smashed it against the thread that had crawled in.
"I still want to go inside, but have you asked the pot?"
Xiao Liu chopped at the table leg with his knife, but missed the red line, and sawdust flew all over his face.
"I missed."
The array plate beneath Mo Chengyue's feet spun, and the Soul Protection Talisman and the Heart Purification Talisman were simultaneously affixed to the window frame. The clear sound of the Yin Xin Pei suppressed the three female voices that had entered his ears.
"Don't steal the spotlight."
He flicked his wrist, and the Rain Flower Sword was drawn from its sheath. The sword light, mixed with the purple and white lightning of the Thunder Talisman, slashed diagonally out from the window crack and struck the center of the wet mirror.
The three faces in the mirror tried to merge into Qin Wanzhuang's appearance, but the Yin-Yang True Essence locked the moisture at the edges first.
"Mo Chengyue, you really dare?"
Mo Chengyue did not answer. The sword fell, and lightning and fire poured in along the red line on the back of the mirror. The water film cracked, and the mirror split in the middle. There was no flesh and blood inside, only a paper eye the size of a palm flew out.
The paper eyes were completely wet and white, with red lines sewn along the edges, and frosty leaf patterns dotted the pupils. As soon as it left the mirror, it seemed to want to escape into the river mist.
Manager Hu's expression changed.
"What is that?"
Old Zhou grabbed the old ship's license plate and slammed it against the windowsill.
"Don't let it go back into the water."
Mo Chengyue flicked out the evil-repelling talisman with his left hand and flicked the scabbard with his right hand, pinning the paper hole to the array pattern on the window frame.
As the paper eyes were burned by the talisman fire, they emitted a strange sound that was a mixture of a baby's cries and a woman's laughter, and the faces of the people in the room turned pale.
Xiao Liu covered his ears.
"This thing doesn't follow any rules when it comes to its appearance."
Old Zheng pulled him behind him.
"Stop talking nonsense and close your eyes."
The paper beads curled in the talisman fire, the frost-covered patterns brightened and dimmed, and the voice coming from inside was no longer Qin Wanzhuang, nor Jin Qiaoqiao and Lin Miaoyin, but a cold female voice.
"He's harder to fool than the case file suggests."
Old Zheng was still holding the iron spoon in his hand when he heard the word "case file," and he withdrew the force that was about to strike.
"Master, when it says 'file,' is it the official file from the government, or the file from your sect?"
Xiao Liu hadn't even finished swallowing the steamed bun in his mouth when he mumbled a sentence.
"It doesn't sound like anything good."
Shopkeeper Hu took the blackened Soul-Suppressing Coin back into her palm. The edge of the coin rubbed against her fingertip, leaving a faint bloodstain.
"It knows Miss Qin, Miss Jin, and Miss Lin, and it also knows about the jade pendant and feather talisman on your body. This is not something that was overheard on the ghost ship on the river."
Old Zhou placed the old boat tag face down on the table, and pressed his other hand against the cracked wooden box next to the oil lamp.
"On a ship, you can steal people's names and their past stories, but what it just learned from those three girls was their temperament and relationships that were circulating outside."
Mo Chengyue did not respond. The scabbard of the Rain Flower Sword lay across the window frame, and the residual lightning on the sword blade crawled into the paper through the patterns.
The female voice in the paper eyes chuckled, the laughter carrying the muffled sound of a bubble bursting.
"Groom, the case file clearly states that you are cowardly and like to hide. The woman beside you protects you, but you don't even dare to glance at her."
Mo Chengyue raised his sword sheath and used the tip of the sheath to push the paper hole deeper into the array pattern.
"The page where I wrote about my fear of trouble, the handwriting was honest."
Old Zheng was stunned for a moment.
"Immortal Master, why are you still praising it at a time like this?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the black hole burned into the edge of the paper, his tone lazy.
"Selling a mix of genuine and counterfeit products is what makes them valuable."
Xiao Liu quickly swallowed the steamed bun.
"So where is it real, and where is it fake?"
Mo Chengyue pointed to the shards of the mirror, then tapped the red lines on his palm.
"It knows that three people have been in contact with me, knows that my second senior sister uses a sword, knows that Jin Qiaoqiao gave me a feather talisman, and knows that Lin Miaoyin gave me a sound-heart pendant. These are not things that a storyteller in a teahouse could tell you all about."
Manager Hu's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened.
"So someone wrote down your story in a booklet and gave it to the crew on the ship?"
The iron spoon in Lao Zheng's hand finally fell back onto the table with a bang, startling Xiao Liu so much that he shrank back.
"Isn't this just someone selling immortal masters?"
The female voice in the paper eye laughed, sticking to the talisman fire.
"The old boatman knows how to talk."
When Old Zheng heard it praising him, his expression immediately changed.
Don't flatter me, I don't know you well.
Xiao Liu nodded quickly in agreement.
"Yeah, it's no use praising him. He hit your thread pretty accurately just now."
Old Zheng glared at him.
"Shut up, don't try to take credit for me."
Mo Chengyue's gaze shifted from the paper to the red mist outside the window. The mist swirled among the wooden piles of the dock, but never receded back to the river surface.
"Selling is out of the question."
Manager Hu looked at him.
"This isn't considered a sale?"