novelinnhs Chapter 402 The Immortal Master is Forced to Try on Her Wedding Dress
Chapter 402 The Immortal Master is Forced to Try on Her Wedding Dress
Mo Chengyue turned to look at him.
"You can stay here and chat with the copper coins."
Old Zheng carried the wooden stick up the first step.
"I think the air is better upstairs."
Shopkeeper Hu walked in the middle, the white paper lamp illuminating the steps. Her wrists were completely covered by her sleeves, but the light still revealed a faint line on the old scars.
"Young Master Mo, once the wedding invitation is brought into the house, it will be used to decorate the bridal chamber."
Mo Chengyue said.
"I guessed it."
Old Zheng slipped and almost lost his footing.
"Wedding house?"
"That's what Manager Hu said."
"Before Shuang'er got married, her wedding dress was found wet in her room."
Old Zheng asked hurriedly.
Why didn't you say so earlier?
Manager Hu didn't even turn his head.
"You were busy suggesting burning down my inn just now."
Old Zheng choked.
Mo Chengyue stopped in front of the second-floor corridor and gestured for the two to stand behind him.
At the end of the corridor, the door of the third room on the west side was ajar, and a damp red light shone through the crack. The window swayed back and forth in the wind, and the damp wood made a low creaking sound.
No one spoke inside the room.
But the red wedding dress beside the bed was dripping water.
Old Zheng's wooden stick drooped down a little.
"Immortal Master, I'm now thinking that burning down the inn might not be a bad idea."
Manager Hu gritted his teeth.
"Old Zheng."
Old Zheng immediately added a sentence.
"Take the account book before burning it."
Mo Chengyue used the array hook to pry open the door.
The door slid inward, and a cold, damp air rushed in. Teacups were overturned on the table, and water stains were on the floor, but the bed was neatly made, with a red wedding dress spread out in the center.
The wedding dress was fitted at the waist with red thread, the sleeves were folded back in, and there were fine stitches at the neckline, indicating that it had just been altered.
Manager Hu looked at the clothes, his face turning even paler.
"Don't touch it."
Mo Chengyue stood at the door without entering, turning the array hook at an angle in his palm.
"I have no intention of touching it."
Old Zheng craned his neck to take a look, then quickly pulled back.
"Who is this outfit for?"
Manager Hu didn't speak, but only looked at Mo Chengyue.
Old Zheng followed her gaze and almost dropped the wooden stick in his hand.
"For the Immortal Master?"
Mo Chengyue stared at the length of the folded sleeves of the wedding dress, his expression gradually becoming indescribable.
"It was even measured."
Old Zheng's lips trembled.
"This ship owner is too particular."
Manager Hu reminded him in a low voice.
"Once the wedding dress is complete, the host will enter the cabin."
Mo Chengyue walked around the threshold for a short distance, making sure his boots didn't step into the water stains inside the room.
"They're particular about things, but their aesthetic sense is lacking."
Manager Hu frowned.
"What did you say?"
Mo Chengyue pointed at the red wedding dress on the bed with the array hook.
"This fabric is so heavy after being soaked, it's not breathable, and the stitches are so crooked that an embroiderer would quit overnight. The waist is also incorrectly cinched. Even though I don't make a living based on my looks, I can't ruin my reputation by wearing something like this."
Old Zheng was stunned.
Manager Hu also turned to look at him.
The soft, swaying red light in the room suddenly became chaotic, and water droplets on the wedding dress rolled off the edge of the bed and dripped onto the floor, making a soft sound.
Mo Chengyue continued.
"And this collar! What kind of wedding dress has the collar turned into a strangulation device?"
Old Zheng looked at the wedding dress, then at Mo Chengyue.
"Immortal Master, you even know about this?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"Even inner disciples of the Hehuan Sect should have basic aesthetic sense."
"Manager Hu said in a low voice."
"Are you breaking its artistic conception?"
Mo Chengyue nodded.
"It wanted me to feel like the groom, so I made it feel like a lousy tailor."
Old Zheng held back for a long time, but he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Will it get angry?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"Getting angry is the best thing to do; getting angry will make you live."
Suddenly, the wedding dress billowed up, the sleeves fluttered even without wind, and the red gauze on the bed curtains also flipped outwards, while water stains in the room spread towards the doorway.
Manager Hu immediately stepped back.
"It moved."
Mo Chengyue tossed out a calming talisman, which was then pasted onto the door frame. A pale golden light spread along the threshold, keeping the water stains inside the room.
Don't look at the collar.
Old Zheng quickly lowered his head.
"Look where?"
Mo Chengyue said.
Look at my heels.
Old Zheng was so angry he wanted to curse, but he didn't dare look away.
"This is so frustrating."
Manager Hu stared at the foot of the bed and gave a reminder.
"A wedding dress will attract unwanted attention; don't let the red thread of fate entangle you."
Mo Chengyue extended the array hook into the room, the tip of the hook lifting the corner of the wedding dress, without touching the red thread, only hooking the outermost layer of wet cloth.
Just as the hem of her clothes was lifted, a soft thumping sound came from under the bed.
Old Zheng pressed his back against the wall.
"Is there something inside?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"have."
"Manager Hu asked."
"Living creature?"
Mo Chengyue used the array hook to pull it outwards, flipping up the corner of his clothes to reveal a row of thin white things in the seam.
"Not very active."
Old Zheng squinted at it.
"Needle?"
Shopkeeper Hu's white paper lantern shone forward, its light falling into the seams of his clothes. Seven thin bone needles were embedded in the red thread, each one long and white, with small characters engraved on the tips, and dark red water stains seeping between the characters.
Manager Hu raised his hand to cover his mouth, pressing the back of his hand against his lips, but made no sound.
Old Zheng's expression changed as soon as he saw the first one.
"Old Wu."
Mo Chengyue used the array hook to pry open the wedding dress a little more.
The second bone needle was exposed.
Old Zheng couldn't continue reading, so Manager Hu read it for him.
"Zhou Ping."
Old Zheng swayed.
"That's my uncle's name."
Mo Chengyue didn't let him get close, but used his foot to keep Lao Zheng outside the door.
"stop."
Old Zheng's eyes were red.
Why is his name on the needle?
Manager Hu continued reading, his voice growing increasingly tense.
"Chen San, Granny Liu, Qian Axiu, Xu Liulang."
Old Zheng gripped the wooden stick tightly.
"They are all missing persons."
Mo Chengyue looked at the bone needles.
"The needle is engraved with the name, the needle is hidden in the seam of the garment, and the red thread is used to sew the clothes."
"Manager Hu asked."
"Is this for ordering the wedding dress?"
Mo Chengyue touched one of the bone needles with the array hook, and black water immediately seeped out of the bone needle. The two characters "Old Wu" on the needle twisted and turned, but were forced back by the talisman light on the array hook.
"It's not about choosing clothes, it's about choosing people."
Old Zheng asked through gritted teeth.
"What do you mean?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"These names were once called by ships, and now they are sewn into clothing. Whoever wears it will carry on all these journeys."
Manager Hu looked at his palm.
"It's attached to you."
Mo Chengyue smiled.
"Benefits and benefits continue to decline."
Old Zheng's face turned red with anger.
"How can you still laugh about that?"
Mo Chengyue looked at him.
"What if it won't laugh? Should we cry to cheer it up?"
Old Zheng gripped the wooden stick, his hand stiff with tension, but he didn't charge forward any further.
Manager Hu looked at the wedding dress, his tone somber.
"We can't leave it here."
Mo Chengyue said.
"It can't be destroyed directly either."
Old Zheng asked.
Why?
Mo Chengyue raised the array hook slightly.
"Seven needles, six old names, one empty seat, if it's a mistake, the blame will fall on me."
Manager Hu stared at the seam of the garment and suddenly spoke.
"Where are the empty seats?"
Mo Chengyue used the array hook to turn open the inner hem of the wedding dress.
The innermost bone needle is hidden where the red threads intersect. It is newer than the previous six, with no old rust on the needle tip and cleaner engravings.
Old Zheng moved a little closer, but Mo Chengyue blocked him with his shoulder.
"Don't join in."
Old Zheng was so anxious that he stomped his feet.
"I can't see clearly unless I look closely."
Manager Hu carried the lantern forward, its flame illuminating the last bone needle.
The needle did not have a complete name on it.
There are only two newly engraved small characters.
Chengyue.