novelapdf Chapter 413 Sword Light Blocked
Chapter 413 Sword Light Blocked
The array hook, carrying the sealing talisman, slid out of the back window along the rope, and landed on the outer wall of the watchtower towards the shed. The red mist tried several times to entangle the sealing talisman, but was repelled by the golden-blue halo emanating from the feather talisman.
The woman's voice through the paper began to come out intermittently.
"It's not mentioned in the file that you would use a mortar to deliver letters."
Mo Chengyue stared at the swaying of the rope.
"This indicates that the person who wrote the case file is not very competent."
"Manager Hu asked in a low voice."
"If the mole is still in your sect, won't he intercept this letter if you send it out?"
Mo Chengyue's fingers slowly rotated along the edge of the array plate.
"So we don't write anything, we just send air in."
Old Zhou nodded.
"Those who know will investigate; those who don't will only smell the fishy stench."
Xiao Liu grinned, then quickly stopped himself.
"What if the mole also knows?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the calming talisman on his forehead.
"Then he'll know first that I already know someone is looking at the case files."
The room quieted down, and even the strange noises coming from the paper holes were suppressed by the burning talisman fire.
Shopkeeper Hu tied the talisman back under the white paper lamp, the weariness in his eyes appearing red in the lamplight.
"Is that enough?"
Mo Chengyue tightened the hemp rope, and with a gentle turn of the hook in the warehouse, the sealing talisman fell off.
"That's enough to make them restless."
Old Zheng felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this.
"Immortal Master, is investigating internal traitors in your immortal sect this frightening?"
Mo Chengyue slowly pulled the hemp rope back, his tone casual.
"A mole who isn't scary will live a long time."
Xiao Liu touched the talisman on his forehead.
"What about the scary ones?"
Mo Chengyue watched as the remaining golden-blue light spots on the feather talisman on the array plate gradually faded away.
"It depends on luck."
Old Zhou suddenly raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
The sound of bamboo baskets being gently turned came from the direction of the shed, as if many dry, hard things had changed positions at the bottom of the baskets.
Old Zheng gripped the iron spoon tightly.
"Was it blown by the wind?"
Shopkeeper Hu wrapped the lamp cord around his wrist.
There is no wind.
The color drained from Xiao Liu's face, and the calming talisman on his forehead became soft from being soaked in his sweat.
"Won't Boss Fan's dried fish come back to life, will it?"
Mo Chengyue pressed the array plate against the windowsill, and used the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique to scan the shed. The sealing talisman had indeed fallen into the second row of blue cloth fish baskets, and the outer water-repelling talisman was not broken.
The next moment, the dried fish under the blue cloth all turned over, their stiff gills opened, and their cloudy eyes shone like a row of small red dots in the darkness, all staring at his hand.
Mo Chengyue looked down at the red, burning mark on his palm, and then pinched the thunder talisman between his fingers again.
"Okay, the courier is working overtime too."
The paper holes were nailed into the window frame's array pattern, and the talismanic fire gnawed inward along the red lines, while the frost-covered patterns burned brighter and brighter. Outside the window, red mist rose up to the eaves, and the entire watchtower was stuffy with damp cold air.
Mo Chengyue pressed the scabbard against the edge of the paper hole, and the charred paper rolled up, from which came a woman's low laughter.
"Selling is out of the question."
Old Zheng gripped the iron spoon, staring at the paper eye, and asked, "This isn't considered a sale? It can even impersonate Miss Qin, Miss Jin, and that girl with the pipa. Isn't this someone giving it the entire fortune of the immortal master?"
Shopkeeper Hu held the Soul-Suppressing Coin in her palm, her fingertips bleeding from the copper edge. Looking at the frost-leaf pattern on the paper, she said, "It just mentioned the dossier."
Old Zhou sat by the oil lamp, an old ship's nameplate facing down on the edge of the table. When he heard the word "case file," his hand, which was about to touch the wick, stopped halfway.
Xiao Liu, with a calming talisman on his head and his mouth still full of steamed bun, mumbled, "What's a case file? It's a book that records who's afraid of trouble, who likes to hide, and who has girls around them?"
Mo Chengyue looked at him.
Xiao Liu immediately swallowed the steamed bun and held the cleaver horizontally in front of his chest.
"I was just talking nonsense."
Old Zheng, his voice low and menacing, scolded, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll write a two-volume book about you on the ship tomorrow."
The woman's laughter through the paper eyes became clearer.
"Groom, the old boatman is more honest than you; he knows you've been sold."
Mo Chengyue didn't respond to its words. Instead, he took out the communication jade talisman given to him by Qin Wanzhuang from his sleeve. The talisman had a thin sword mark on its surface. When it landed on the table, the damp red aura in the room was forced to retreat out of the window.
"The sect has files, the external affairs hall has schedules, the deacon hall has disciples' whereabouts, and the mission hall has mission records. Who can see them, who can copy them, and who can be borrowed—the accounts cannot be settled until all are investigated."
Manager Hu's gaze fell on the jade talisman.
"Do you want to check now?"
"Cannot be found."
Mo Chengyue placed the jade talisman next to the array plate, his fingertip touching the sword mark. The clear light spread along the tabletop, connecting to the crack under the window that had been blackened by the talisman fire.
"Send a message first."
The woman's laughter stopped coming from the paper eyes.
"Sending a message through the fog, to whom?"
Mo Chengyue didn't even glance at it.
"Customer privacy, don't ask questions."
Old Zheng immediately moved closer to the table, but Manager Hu tugged at his sleeve.
"Don't block the way."
Old Zheng quickly stepped back, clutching the iron spoon to his chest.
"I won't block it. I'll just see if the immortal master needs to call for help."
Xiao Liu's eyes lit up.
"Should we call that female immortal who started the cursing earlier?"
Mo Chengyue's fingers, which were activating the jade talisman, stopped at the edge of the sword mark. He looked up at Xiao Liu.
"You have a good memory."
Xiao Liu held the kitchen knife horizontally to his chest.
"I don't remember, I only remember that it was fake."
Old Zheng warned in a low voice: "Don't engage with it."
Xiao Liu looked at the talisman on his forehead with a wronged expression.
"I can't even accept the Immortal Master's words?"
"First, you need to control your mouth like a hotel reception desk."
Mo Chengyue pressed down with his fingertip, and a faint light shone from the jade talisman sword mark. The light left the table, passed through the narrow gap in the window paper, and just as it touched the red mist under the eaves, its tip was stuck to the damp red moisture.
Shopkeeper Hu tightened the light cord.
"make life difficult for."
Old Zhou stared out the window, the old ship's nameplate making a wooden sound under his hand.
"This fog doesn't stop the wind or the tide, it only stops the thoughts of the living."
The sword light broke free from the red mist, only to be dragged back under the eaves by an invisible water line. Its tail gradually dimmed, and the sword mark on the jade talisman faded as a result.
Qin Wanzhuang's jade talisman emitted a low hum, and when the clear light returned to the talisman's surface, a damp mark appeared on the corner.
Old Zheng's throat was dry.
"Can't it get through?"
Mo Chengyue withdrew his spiritual power and turned the jade talisman over to examine it.
"This road is blocked."
The female voice in the paper eye laughed again, the talisman fire had already burned to the edge of its eyeball, but the frost-covered patterns were shining brightly.
"Groom, you can't call them."
Manager Hu suddenly looked at the paper.
"It said that in a hurry because it was afraid you would change your route."
The laughter in the paper eyes stopped.
Xiao Liu, with the talisman on his head, moved a little closer to Manager Hu.
"Shopkeeper, you're so good at listening to the villains' guilty consciences, no wonder you've survived until now."
Manager Hu didn't even glance at him.
"Shut up and you'll live longer."
Old Zheng nodded.
"This sentence is in the notebook."
Mo Chengyue carefully put away the communication jade talisman and then took out the tracking feather talisman left by Jin Qiaoqiao from his sleeve.
The feather talisman was long and thin, its surface shimmering with a dark golden-blue hue. As soon as it was placed on the array plate, the damp red mist that had seeped in through the window cracks retreated back under the eaves.
Xiao Liu stared at the feather talisman, his eyes following the golden-blue light.
"This one looks more expensive than the previous one."
Old Zheng pressed an iron spoon against his shoulder.
"Look at the table legs."
Xiao Liu shifted his gaze to the table legs and couldn't help but ask, "Are table legs expensive too?"
Old Zheng gritted his teeth.
"You can afford to pay for the broken table legs."
Mo Chengyue gently pressed the feather talisman onto the array plate, causing the remaining Yin-Yang true essence within the array plate to be drawn up and circulate around the feather root into fine lines.
Shopkeeper Hu asked, "The communication jade talisman uses sword energy, but what does this use?"
"Pursue the interest."
Old Zhou tapped the old ship's nameplate with his fingers.
"Chasing after your anger?"
Mo Chengyue opened his palm, and the red lines under his skin lit up like lamp wicks. The cold, damp thoughts burrowed out from the lines, only to be blocked back by the Yin-Yang True Essence.
"And also the filth it left behind."
Xiao Liu's expression turned complicated when he heard the word "dirty".
"Won't Miss Jin be angry if I give her this filth?"
Old Zheng turned around and scolded, "You really dare to worry about the immortal master."