If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Chapter 445 Forcing the Accountant to Recognize Someone

Mo Chengyue said.

"She couldn't answer it either."

Why?

"She is merely the eye that performs the ritual, not the one who writes the source account."

The seventh eye's face was half red, and wet, black streaks of water slid down from its eye socket.

"I control the Seven Eyes Road, and the names and returns of the Red Lantern Boats are all under my jurisdiction."

Mo Chengyue sent another stream of blood ash into his palm, and the cold red aura around the edge of the character "Mo" intensified.

"The one who manages the roads is not the same as the one who manages the accounts."

"You're talking nonsense."

"Then tell the accountant, is Yu Lin Hong considered the creditor or the one who handled the transaction?"

The smile that had spread across the seventh eye's lips stopped, and the red line twitched under its eye, trying to cover that half-eye again.

When Manager Hu saw the red thread retract, the silver hairpin immediately pressed it down as well.

"Don't run away."

The seventh eye spoke in a wet, cold voice.

"You dare let the accountant investigate the upstream suppliers?"

Mo Chengyue looked at the sign on the ship without lights.

"It's already at the door, it would be a waste not to check it."

Yu Lin Hong's lingering regret finally stopped spreading outwards through the ink characters, and instead contracted in the opposite direction, trying to pull the blood-stained red patterns back from the dark waters of the unlit ship.

Mo Chengyue noticed that the pull on his right palm had become lighter, so he instead extended his right hand towards the door.

Manager Hu's expression changed.

"You're giving away your services again?"

"She wants to leave, but I won't allow it."

"Are you trying to save yourself or send yourself to your doom?"

"See which side the accountant is standing on."

"What if it sides with her?"

"Then let's mix it again."

"What else should we mix in?"

"I'm tough."

Manager Hu was so angry that his jaw clenched.

"What kind of talk is that?"

"Request a risk disclosure statement."

The Seventh Eye immediately spoke in a shrill voice.

"The ship had no lights, and he himself admitted to risking his life to enter the tent."

Mo Chengyue looked up.

"I admit you heard me, didn't you?"

The ship's nameplate was blank.

Mo Chengyue tugged at his palm, which was cracked by the blood-red patterns, and the blood fell into the talisman ash.

"The accountant didn't hear you, so don't interrupt."

Manager Hu muttered a curse under his breath.

"You'll get what's coming to you with that mouth sooner or later."

"Let's hurt her first."

The seventh eye's half-eye was forced outward by the old silver aura of the silver hairpin, and the root of the red thread was exposed again. While she was being held by Mo Chengyue, Manager Hu flicked the tip of the hairpin downward, causing the water film below the red thread to crack even more.

The seventh eye hurt so much that she pressed her entire face against the edge of the broken boat, and wet red blisters appeared from the black mud under her red wedding dress.

"Sis, are you really going to help him?"

Manager Hu didn't look at her face, but only at the old silver sheen on the edge of the box lid.

"Ah Sui, let's go back to shore."

The seventh glance returned to Ah Sui's soft tone.

"Sis, he's using me as a pretext."

Just as Manager Hu's hand was about to tremble, Mo Chengyue spoke first.

"She's using you as a weapon."

Manager Hu pressed the silver hairpin firmly again.

"I know."

The seventh eye chuckled softly.

"What do you know? He even dares to defile his own blood oath. When the ship without lights is overturned, the soul box in your arms will also be written into it."

Mo Chengyue coldly replied.

"Wrong."

The seventh eye looked at him.

"Where did I go wrong?"

"You've already written about the Soul Box and the Eyes and Eyes. Now we're investigating whose account you've disguised as Ah Sui's."

The frosty watermarks on the ship's nameplate expanded outwards after this sentence, and the two lines of old words, "A lamp that owes a soul" and "A single eye that owes a glance," reappeared, only to be separated by the lingering frost and residual energy. The watermarks that were originally aligned with the nameplate began to break.

Manager Hu's eyes lit up, but he didn't dare to speak too loudly.

"It's separated again."

Mo Chengyue said.

"Keep the lights steady."

Where are your hands?

"Let it write."

"Still allowing it?"

"It can't write anymore."

In the blood-stained letter on the right palm, the ink characters were still glowing, but the strokes to be continued below the ink characters were contaminated by the cold red aura. Every paragraph written was absorbed by the ship's signboard of the No-Lantern Ship for verification. The aura of the Red Lantern Ship's wedding invitation and the frost patterns of the Xuan Frost Valley were locked together, and neither could take this debt away alone.

Yu Lin Hong's lingering resentment spoke through the blood-red patterns, her tone much more somber than before.

"Mo Chengyue, by mixing the remnants of the outer sect into the blood inscription, you're only adding another layer of trouble to your record."

Mo Chengyue said.

Whether I carry it or not is up to the accountant.

"You dare let it see my name?"

"If you don't owe anything, what are you afraid of?"

Yu Lin Hong fell silent.

Upon hearing the silence, Manager Hu used the silver hairpin in his hand to gently pry open a layer of water film at the base of the red thread.

She stopped talking.

Mo Chengyue stared at the ship's nameplate.

"Write it quickly."

The Seventh Eye suddenly raised half of its face, and the red line under its eye abandoned the small box and went straight into Mo Chengyue's palm, trying to drag out the residual frost pattern energy mixed in with the blood letter.

Give me back the bloody path.

Mo Chengyue turned his left hand, and the spine of the Rain Flower Sword pressed down on the talisman ash, pushing the blood ash with frost patterns completely into the edge of the red pattern in his palm.

"It's too late."

The Seventh Eye said sternly.

"You can't let the accountant see her."

"If you say no, then you should look into it."

"That's the ship owner's upstream account; it's not your responsibility."

"But it uses my handwriting."

Mo Chengyue turned his right palm open wider, with the character "墨" (mo) on his palm facing the nameplate of the ship without lights. A cold, red aura swirled around the outer edge of the character "墨," as if covering it with a chaotic source mark.

The wet black characters on the ship's nameplate all sank to the bottom, even the missing strokes of blood, the missing soul, and the missing eye disappeared along with them.

The abandoned shipyard was so quiet that only the sound of the red thread rubbing against the silver hairpin could be heard.

Manager Hu dared not move the lamp, only glancing outside the door out of the corner of his eye.

"Why has it stopped writing?"

Mo Chengyue said.

"Turn the page."

"The ledgers can be flipped through?"

"If there are too many accounts, you have to turn them over."

The seventh eye's expression finally changed, and the old silver aura in half of its eye was swirling wildly in the black water.

"Without lights, you cannot capsize upstream."

There was no response from the ship's license plate holder.

The seventh eye stretched all the thin threads under the red wedding dress outwards, trying to drag itself back to the bottom of the wrecked ship.

Manager Hu immediately pressed down the hairpin.

"She's going to run away."

Mo Chengyue held his sword in his left hand, the tip of which pressed against the black water next to the red line.

"Don't let her close her eyes."

The seventh eye shrieked.

"Yu Lin Hong will not let you get away with this."

Mo Chengyue looked at her.

"First, have the accountant write the name correctly."

After those words were spoken, the sign for the ship without lights slowly flipped over.

The side that originally faced the abandoned shipyard sank into the black water, while the back emerged from the shadow of the bow. The entire surface of the plaque was wet, black, and shiny, without the reflection of red lights or the obscuring effect of old silver.

The white paper lantern in Shopkeeper Hu's hand shrank inward due to the feng shui pressure, and she protected the small box even more tightly, her voice strained.

"It's flipped over."

The ink character on Mo Chengyue's palm was illuminated by the back of the ship's nameplate. The frost-like residual energy mixed in the blood and the broken character "valley" lit up at the same time. Yu Lin Hong's lingering spirit tried to retreat in the blood-like patterns, but was held back by the black water of the ship without lights.

The seventh eye finally lost its voice.

"Don't write it!"

On the back of the ship's nameplate, wet black strokes emerged, first the character "玉" (jade), then "霖" (rain), and then red characters slowly arched out from the depths of the wood grain. Watermarks flowed down along the strokes and fell silently into the black water at the bow of the ship.

Manager Hu looked at the three words but didn't read them aloud. He simply protected the lamp to the side of the box.

Mo Chengyue looked down at his right palm, which was hanging outside the door. The ink character on his palm was still there, but all the red lines below the blood letter that were supposed to be filled in were covered by the new account name.

He forced a smile, his voice hoarse from the rush of blood to his lips.

"The accountant has recognized the person."

On the back of the unlit boat sign, the third-party account name is fully formed.

Yu Lin Hong.