I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 36 Bells

"Can this wood still be knocked down?"

Reaching the clock tower in the center of the lake, Lin Yuan grasped the wooden mallet used to strike the bell and examined it. "Has it been refurbished?"

"After all, it's meant to be a tourist attraction, so renovation is inevitable. But we've tried to maintain its original appearance and made it look old." Peng Anxiao stood in front of the railing, looking at the entire lake, not paying any attention to the clock behind him.

She had investigated this place several times and found absolutely no supernatural presence; it was just an ordinary item, nothing worth paying attention to.

"Thump!"

The ancient bell was suddenly struck. Peng Anxiao glanced back but didn't say anything.

She had rung the bell several times before, but people like her always trusted their own judgment, so she naturally wouldn't stop Lin Yuan from doing so.

After he finishes knocking, Lin Yuan will probably give up.

To her surprise, Lin Yuan froze after striking the bell once, and before she could ask him anything, he actually showed a hint of joy.

"Lin Yuan?"

"There are some things on this clock that I'll try again, and you can feel them again."

Without hesitation, Lin Yuan started knocking again.

The melodious chimes carried far and wide across the vast lake, reaching even the lakeside park, attracting the attention of many nearby people who came to look on with curiosity.

Peng Anxiao tried to sense it carefully, but unfortunately, he still didn't gain anything.

Lin Yuan ignored her and just kept tapping.

He didn't sense any supernatural presence either. What truly made him ring the bell and confirm that there was something wrong with the sound was that the sound had entered his mind.

Deep in his consciousness, all he could hear were the sounds of opera and theatrical singing, representing the curse of the mirror-like performer.

After he struck the ancient bell for the first time, the sound not only rang in his ears, but also resonated deep within his mind, echoing continuously in his consciousness.

As the bell tolled, even the echoing opera and theatrical sounds in my mind faded somewhat.

Could this not be supernatural power?

Unfortunately, the sound of the ancient bell ringing in his mind could only last for a short time before it was quickly forgotten.

This thing is not the source.

It's not even a supernatural object infected by the supernatural, but just a special commotion caused by a special medium?

Stopping what he was doing, Lin Yuan removed his mask, a chilling aura emanating from him. As he stroked the bell with his left hand, colorful patterns began to appear on its surface.

In the blink of an eye, the entire bell was covered with bizarre opera masks.

Holding the bell pestle, which was corrupted by its own supernatural power, Lin Yuan slammed it heavily against the ancient bell again, using much more force than before.

The pestle slammed into the ancient bell, but it didn't make the slightest sound.

Suddenly, a figure dressed in a black robe appeared in front of Lin Yuan, holding the bell tightly with both hands, quietly blocking Lin Yuan from the ancient bell.

"Be careful!"

Peng Anxiao gave a low shout and took off his left glove without hesitation.

Just moments before, those fingers, which resembled withered branches, grew wildly like plants, and in the blink of an eye, they had tightly bound the black-robed figure.

boom!

The man in black robes was pulled down and fell to the ground. His robes were lifted, revealing a middle-aged man with a pale face and signs of lividity, clearly a corpse.

"Feng Cheng, one of the people who went missing five days ago!"

Peng Anxiao's face was grim, showing no sign of the unexpected joy, only deep self-reproach. "I should have rang the bell one more time. Maybe I could have found him sooner and he wouldn't have died."

"Don't blame yourself. He was already dead the moment he disappeared. You couldn't have saved him anyway."

Lin Yuan offered a word of advice, but the bell pestle in his hand was already destroyed.

After Peng Anxiao dragged away the corpse named Feng Cheng, it turned into a pile of powder and fell to the ground. Even his magical tattoos could not be maintained.

Clearly, this pestle was already broken.

"The pestle is gone, I'll strike it myself! I want to see what this damn bell is all about!"

Peng Anxiao's delicate face was filled with anger. Her left hand grew again, turning into a short pestle, only about a meter long, but one end was connected to her wrist.

Is it that easy to use?

A look of surprise flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

The girl in front of him was a few years younger than him. Judging from her condition, she hadn't been exposed to the supernatural for very long, otherwise she wouldn't be in such good condition. But her use of the supernatural was so amazing.

Talent!

"Thump!"

Peng Anxiao began to ring the bell with a cold face. Before she could even ring it a second time after the first chime, another bell rang out:

"Thump!"

The voice came from behind him, and Peng Anxiao turned around abruptly.

Suddenly, a second identical bell tower appeared on the lake. The bell tower stood in the center of the lake, and on the second floor, a man in black robes was holding a bell and striking it.

"Thump!"

Another bell rang, and with the continuous chimes, one bell tower after another appeared on this vast and open lake.

On each clock tower, a man in black robes is ringing the bell.

These men in black robes struck the bells at the exact same frequency, as if they were hitting the exact same beat. So much so that even though dozens, or even hundreds, of ancient bells were being struck at the same time, only one bell could be heard.

But the more black-robed men rang the bell, the heavier the sound became.

"They're probably all corpses... or maybe ghost slaves. I'll go check!"

Peng Anxiao sensed something was wrong as soon as she was about to leave. The air around her seemed to have become incredibly thick, making even a simple movement like raising her hand extremely difficult.

Want to leave?

Even more impossible!

Moreover, as the bells continued to ring, her consciousness gradually became blurred, and her body seemed to be suppressed as it gradually bent over.

A phantom black robe gradually solidified on her body, slowly covering her entire form.

Even more bizarrely, a phantom bell-shaped pestle also appeared on her shoulder.

"Be careful!"

Lin Yuan was also affected, but the contrast between opera and operatic singing meant that his consciousness was not greatly affected; on the contrary, he remained extremely clear-headed.

He didn't even feel the heavy pressure emanating from Peng Anxiao.

Lin Yuan quickly stepped forward and grabbed Peng Anxiao's shoulder, but his hand couldn't reach her; it was stopped outside the black robe that hadn't fully solidified yet.

A chilling aura wafted over.

"Get out of here!"

Lines of ink spread from Lin Yuan's left hand onto his black robe. After a brief struggle, the black robe and the bell disappeared.

Thanks.

Peng Anxiao regained consciousness, but her mind was still hazy, especially with the repeated tolling of the bell, which could continue to affect her at any moment. "I have no means to resist this kind of supernatural attack. If I become a ghost slave... I'll use a body bag!"