novelapdf Chapter 410 This Senior Sister is Too Fake
Chapter 410 This Senior Sister is Too Fake
In the mirror, Qin Wanzhuang's wrists were bound with red thread, her black outfit clung to the water, and her sword lay horizontally beside her. Her eyebrows and eyes still had that clean and neat appearance, but she asked Mo Chengyue why he didn't save her.
Old Zheng gripped the iron ladle tightly, his heel already moving towards the threshold, but he pulled back because of the scalding heat from the fu light.
"Master, this time it doesn't look fake."
Xiao Liu was holding the kitchen knife so tightly that his face was almost pressed against Lao Zheng's back.
"She looks fierce; she must be from your sect, right?"
Shopkeeper Hu held up the lamp cord, and the blackened marks from burning the talisman outside the door were still smoldering.
"Don't stand by the window; the mirror is meant for you to see."
Old Zhou placed the old boat license plate face down on the table, his hand never leaving it.
"The mirrors sent from the water mostly reflect thoughts, not people."
Mo Chengyue did not respond to the woman in the mirror. He simply fastened the jade pendant at his waist to his palm. The soft sound of the jade pendant gently echoed in the room, cutting off the sound of water that had been penetrating his ears.
In the mirror, Qin Wanzhuang raised her face, her brows furrowed, and the red thread gathered behind her shoulder.
"Mo Chengyue, how long are you going to wait?"
Xiao Liu swallowed hard and mumbled something.
"She can even pronounce names correctly."
Mo Chengyue placed the Yinxin Pendant next to the array plate. The fine lines on the jade pendant lit up, but were dimmed by the red light from outside the window.
"Accurate predictions are worthless."
Old Zheng asked cautiously.
"What's valuable then?"
Mo Chengyue watched the condensation swirling around the edge of the wet mirror, his fingertips brushing against the corner of his eye, the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique swirling in his pupils.
"Accurate criticism is what's valuable."
Xiao Liu couldn't help but chime in.
"Immortal Master, do you Qingquan Peak recognize people by being scolded?"
Old Zhou held the cold steamed bun to his mouth again.
Keep biting.
Xiao Liu immediately shut up and hugged the kitchen knife even tighter.
In the mirror, Qin Wanzhuang's wrist was marked with watermarks from the red thread. She turned her face to the side, her wet hair clinging to her cheek, her posture less sharp than usual.
"If you don't come over soon, I'm going to be dragged away."
Mo Chengyue tapped the windowsill with the array hook. The golden patterns stretched out along the wooden frame, but as soon as they touched the water film on the mirror, a strand was absorbed by the red thread.
Manager Hu's face tightened.
"It's absorbing energy."
Mo Chengyue retracted the array hook and looked down at the remaining water on the hook tip.
"Hmm, you have a good appetite."
Old Zheng got anxious.
"Then what are we waiting for? Chop it!"
Mo Chengyue raised his hand to stop him and pressed another calming talisman on the inside of the window paper.
"Let it finish playing first; we've already paid for the tickets."
Qin Wanzhuang stared at him in the mirror, her tone reproachful.
"You may avoid trouble all the time, but now that your fellow disciples are in front of you, do you still consider yourself a disciple of Qingquan Peak?"
Old Zheng felt a chill run down his spine.
That's a harsh truth.
Xiao Liu asked in a low voice.
"Will the immortal master really get pricked?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the familiar face in the mirror and tapped his fingertips lightly on the Yinxin Pendant.
"Second Senior Sister wouldn't be this gentle."
The person in the mirror stopped, and the red thread wrapped around her wrist emerged from under her skin, delicately coiling around her knuckles.
Manager Hu looked at Mo Chengyue, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.
"You decide it's a fake based on just one sentence?"
Mo Chengyue held the thunder talisman between his two fingers, and purple light from the talisman spread along the edge of the paper.
"If she were really trapped, her first words would be to tell me to get lost, her second words would be to call me a nuisance, and only her third words would tell me which side to cut from."
Old Zheng nodded in agreement, but then felt something was off.
"They don't sound like fellow disciples, they sound like creditors."
Mo Chengyue didn't look at him.
"Qingquan Peak has a simple and unpretentious atmosphere."
In the mirror, Qin Wanzhuang's face was wrinkled from the moisture, her features remained the same, but her voice was drawn out by the dampness.
"If you don't save her, aren't you afraid she'll resent you?"
Mo Chengyue pressed the Yin Xin Pei into the center of the array plate, and the clear sound expanded, causing the oil lamp flame in the room to be shaken upwards.
"If the real deal comes, they'll curse me first, they won't ask me to die."
In the mirror, Qin Wanzhuang's lips slowly parted, her smile no longer resembling that of a living person.
"Groom, you're really hard to find."
Xiao Liu bit into the steamed bun, leaving teeth marks, and said in a muffled voice.
"It no longer pretends to be the Second Senior Sister."
Old Zhou stared at the mirror.
"Don't let your guard down, the mirror isn't broken yet, it will change hands again."
As soon as the words were spoken, the dark-colored outfit in the wet mirror was washed away by the red water, and the mirror surface reflected golden and blue light and shadow. A voluptuous woman stood deep in the water film, her black hair falling with a seven-colored dark glow, her phoenix eyes slightly raised, and her palms were reddened by red threads.
Old Zheng gasped.
"And who is this?"
Xiao Liu lowered the cleaver a little.
"He doesn't look as fierce as the one from before."
Manager Hu gave a cold reminder.
"The less menacing it seems, the less you should believe it."
In the mirror, Jin Qiaoqiao raised her hand, the red thread tightening around her wrist. She looked at Mo Chengyue, her eyes filled with worry.
"Mo Chengyue, are you injured?"
Mo Chengyue looked down at the red pattern on his palm. The red pattern was drawn by the voice in the mirror, and a light like a lamp wick emerged from under his skin, but he pressed it back down with his Yin-Yang True Essence.
Jin Qiaoqiao in the mirror continued speaking.
"Don't try to hold on, I'll take it for you."
Old Zheng looked at Mo Chengyue, his mouth opening and closing again.
"Immortal Master, this person seems to care about you."
Xiao Liu added a sentence.
"It's a little heartbreaking to hear that."
Mo Chengyue raised his hand and pressed the window paper seam narrower, even cutting off half of the woman's face in the mirror.
"Fake."
Manager Hu pressed for details.
"On what grounds this time?"
Mo Chengyue used the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique to look at the water vapor around the mirror. There was only cold dampness drawn by the red thread, no trace of the spirit bird's energy left by the tracking feather talisman, and no golden radiance unique to the peacock royal family.
"Something's wrong with your mood."
Old Zhou asked.
"Just look at the qi?"
Mo Chengyue hooked the array hook upside down on the windowsill.
"Also, consider the words."
In the mirror, Jin Qiaoqiao's brows furrowed slightly, and her tone softened.
"Don't do this. I know you've always been reluctant to ask for help, but I don't want to see you bear it all alone."
Xiao Liu's shoulder felt numb.
"Hearing that makes me want to open the door."
Old Zheng raised his hand and tapped him on the head.
"You try opening one."
Mo Chengyue stared at the mirror, his tone becoming lazy.
"If she really sees me holding on, she'll first ask me how many talismans I have left, then ask me if I can escape, and only then will she consider whether to kill the other side."
Manager Hu was stunned.
"Are all the people you know like this?"
Mo Chengyue gripped the thunder talisman tightly.
"There are few normal people around me, which makes it easier to prevent counterfeiting."
In the mirror, the golden light at the corners of Jin Qiaoqiao's eyes was swallowed by the red water, and the red thread wrapped around her wrist suddenly emerged from the mirror and peered into the crack in the window paper.
Old Zhou immediately stopped Xiao Liu.
Don't look at the loose threads.
Xiao Liu turned his face away, still with a steamed bun in his mouth.
"I didn't look, I looked at the back of Lao Zheng's head."
Old Zheng gritted his teeth.
"You better not say the back of my head is unlucky."
Mo Chengyue slapped the calming talisman onto the window crack. The red thread touched the talisman's flame and was burned, curling back into the mirror.
In the mirror, Jin Qiaoqiao's face was burned with paper-like patterns, and worry turned into a damp, cold, and resentful color.
"You don't even trust her?"
Mo Chengyue replied crisply.
"Trusting people is not the same as trusting a mirror; don't confuse the two."
The mirror flipped again, the golden-blue light was extinguished by the red light, and a bright crimson-purple light emerged. A barefoot woman sat in the mist, holding a pipa. Her dress clung to her curves, her eyebrows and eyes were alluring, and her lips held a familiar flamboyant air.
Xiao Liu almost dropped the steamed bun on the ground.
"This one looks more like a fairy."
Old Zheng pulled him back.
"Stop staring, are you going to lose your eyes?"
Manager Hu looked at the woman in the mirror and asked in a low voice.
"Is he someone you know?"
Mo Chengyue gripped the Yin Xinpei even tighter.
"know."
In the mirror, Lin Miaoyin plucked a string on her pipa, but there was no sound from the strings inside the room, only the muffled sound of bubbles bursting.
"Mo Chengyue, why are you hiding so far away? Are you afraid I'll eat you up?"
Old Zheng's face twitched.
"This person's way of speaking is rather improper."
Xiao Liu muttered to himself.
"It's intimidating when people from the Hehuan Sect speak seriously."
Old Zhou kicked the top of his shoe.
"You're being incredibly sarcastic today, like you were just using a borrowed tongue."