Inside the cave, all was deathly silent, with only an ancient coffin lying quietly.
Above the coffin, a small, shimmering sphere floated gently, its radiance reflecting off the dial of a nearby watch, as if telling a story of some mysterious connection.
There is no doubt that the rules of the Valley of Silence are contained within the small ball.
However, there are three barriers between the watch and the ball.
Mo Yun pointed to the barrier, and Da Shan softly translated: "The barrier represents a checkpoint. Only by passing three checkpoints can one approach the rules and break them. I tried it once, and I couldn't even pass the first checkpoint, which involved trying to ring the bronze chime bells."
As Da Shan spoke, blood began to flow from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, making him look extremely horrifying.
Mo Yun, however, was unfazed and calmly led her to the left side of the cave, a side that was pitch black, as if swallowed by darkness.
Xia Chuhe looked closely and realized it was a confessional wall just like the one in the confessional church. However, the confessional wall in the cave was almost entirely devoid of writing, indicating that very few people entered the cave.
Following Mo Yun's instructions, Da Shan wrote his confession on the wall, and the bleeding from his seven orifices was relieved.
According to Mo Yun, the fact that he couldn't even get past the first hurdle indicates that he had very little useful information.
Xia Chuhe didn't want Dashan to risk bloodshed again, so after the other three were ready, he directly shattered the first barrier.
Once the barrier broke, the four of them shifted their location again and entered another place that looked very familiar.
The layout of the first level is very similar to the Confession Church, except that the confession wall is on the left and there is a row of bronze chimes on the right, seven in total, from largest to smallest. The largest chime can easily accommodate two people, while the smallest chime is only the size of a palm.
In addition, translucent humanoid creatures floated around the church, their throats bound with chains, making them look extremely dangerous.
Two levels of instructions appeared before the four people:
1. Configure the voiceprint slot. The initial color is white. Making a sound will cause the voiceprint slot to become polluted, and the pollution will attract the attention of the Wraith of Words.
2. The chime bells represent seven musical notes. Please play the music according to the score and rhythm cues until the movement is complete.
Da Shan, in an almost whispered voice, translated Mo Yun's prompt: "The musician is safe. Writing down your confession can remove some of the pollution."
As Da Shan described, her voiceprint gauge gradually changed from pure white to pale yellow. The surrounding Wraiths slowed their wandering speed, their gazes sweeping over Da Shan, and a chill enveloped her as if it were a tangible presence.
Da Shan hesitated whether to write down his repentance again and cleanse himself of the pollution.
Mo Yun shook her head at her, meaning that unless it reached that point, the Wraith of Words wouldn't attack her directly.
Dashan stared at the voiceprint gauge with suspicion, afraid it would continue to change color. Suddenly, an itch rose in her nasal cavity, causing her to involuntarily sneeze.
The voiceprint gauge suddenly turned red!
Several bound spirits, like hungry dogs seeing meat buns, silently roared and pounced on the mountain.
Mo Yun's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly pushed Da Shan towards the repentance wall.
However, the ghosts were much faster than humans. They immediately clung to the mountain, tearing at its flesh and leaving bloody wounds.
Despite the excruciating pain, Da Shan rushed to the confession wall and quickly wrote down his confession.
As the last word was uttered, the color of the voiceprint slot suddenly changed from red to yellow. The Wraith released its grip, lingeringly circling the mountain, finally ceasing its attack.
All of this happened so fast that Xia Chuhe didn't even have time to think of a way to deal with it.
Just as she was still hesitating, the church bells suddenly rang out several times. The sound was slow, hesitant, and disjointed, and stopped abruptly after five rings.
Mo Yun rushed to the chime bells, picked up the bell pestle, looked at the musical score that appeared above the chime bells, and struck the next bell that should ring.
Then, the last of the seven notes rang out in the church.
Strangely, the sound of the bell did not cause any change in the sound pattern grooves. The sound pattern groove of the dark cloud closest to the chime bells only turned pale yellow.
Mo Yun had said that the musician could be in a safe situation, but he kept winking and waving at Xia Chuhe, trying to get Xia Chuhe to come over.
Xia Chuhe readily agreed, but instead of taking the bell and pestle, he began to study the musical score floating in the air.
The sheet music here is not as complex as professional sheet music; it only contains seven simple notes, each corresponding to one of the bronze chime bells below. Simply strike the corresponding bells in the order of the notes.
It looks even simpler than modern rhythm games.
Even so, Mo Yun still forced the bell into Xia Chuhe's hands, acting completely unlike a good person.
Xia Chuhe, with his hands behind his back, deftly dodged, preventing Mo Yun from succeeding.
Mo Yun's lips moved incessantly with anxiety. Xia Chuhe leaned forward slightly and whispered in Mo Yun's ear like a demon, "I don't understand."
Mo Yun wanted to cry but had no tears.
The church bells rang again, this time fourteen times, the rhythm seemingly a little faster, two of which were rung by Mo Yun.
Mo Yun's expression grew increasingly anxious.
Xia Chuhe had a vague idea that if the bell tolls continued to follow the pattern of increasing speed and more musical notes, it would become increasingly difficult to strike the bells accurately.
Although the bell ringer is safe, Mo Yun handed over the bell pestle, possibly out of concern that he was not up to the task of ringing the bell.
Xia Chuhe hesitated, wondering whether he should take the pestle.
The church bells rang for the third time in a row, this time twenty-one times, with a faster rhythm, completely unlike the slow and sluggish first time.
The level rules only state that you have to keep hitting the keys until the movement is finished, but when will it be finished? Will she be able to keep going until it's finished?
As Xia Chuhe pondered, the bell rang for the fourth time, with the intervals becoming shorter.
Mo Yun's face grew increasingly pale, and her lips trembled slightly.
Unbeknownst to them, the mountain, which had quietly slipped over, whispered in Xia Chuhe's ear, "You're wrong."
Wrong?
What went wrong?
Did the clock strike the wrong time?
What happens if I type it wrong?
The voiceprint slot immediately provided Xia Chuhe with the answer.
Li Qiusheng, who had been standing still and quietly observing, suddenly turned from white to red in her voiceprint gauge, and a group of menacing Wraiths pounced on her without warning.
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