Chapter 151

Ding Ling's memory is missing.

She herself knew this all along.

When she was dug out of the tomb by the archaeological team, Ding Ling clearly remembered that there were burial objects around her, which were later handed over to the country.

She is a ghost.

A hanged man.

Ding Ling always thought so.

After returning to the world from underground, her body had been suffering from Yin Qi escaping for a long time, and she always had a pulling and suffocating feeling around her neck, which was always lingering around her like a shadow.

It was her colleagues in the special case team who told her that for ghosts, obvious physical reactions often represent the condition of death before death.

As a living being dug out of a coffin, Ding Ling is obviously not a human being, and she has an extremely strong yin energy in her body.

Everyone thought she was a powerful ghost king.

She has the memory of two hundred years ago, when she was trapped in a soul-binding array, suffering day and night. Ding Ling always thought that it was because of the tempering at that time that she finally became a "Ghost King".

After all, the ghost's face and body shape represent the state before death, and she must have been very young when she died.

Just, just.

As a ghost staying in the wooden house prepared just for her at the construction site, Ding Ling felt a little lost for the first time in her ghost life.

She must be a ghost, but why does she have the memories of the South Vietnamese?

Still think I am a bell!

Ding ding, ding ding.

Her mind seemed to have triggered something in her deep memory after she set foot on this land, saw the exploration pit, and looked at the pottery fragments.

On the paper in front of the table, Ding Ling drew a map of the South Vietnamese settlements based on her memory.

The people of Nanyue believed in heaven and earth.

At the highest point of each settlement, a place for sacrifice would be built, and this was also where the witch lived.

These two bells originally represented heaven and earth respectively.

Ding Ling stayed alone for a long time. She drew all the places she could remember before she went out.

"Lingdang, are you okay?" As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw A Yan and his companions standing guard outside the door, as well as a person who seemed to be their friend, looking at her with reserved and admiring eyes.

"It's okay." Ding Ling shook her head.

She temporarily suppressed her doubts and handed the drawing she had drawn to the person in charge here.

"I'm not too sure about this. You can use it as a reference." Ding Ling said hesitantly.

She didn't know what her current situation was. The world had changed dramatically. The city of Nanyue, which was now buried underground, was buried under the dust at some point in the past.

Gao Zhiyuan was looking at the huge drawing eagerly at this moment, because the information he obtained from the diary was too little, and he didn't know whether the "expert" in front of him would provide such help in another future.

He spoke with a trembling voice: "Is this the ancient city of Nanyue?"

"Ancient city?" Ding Ling shook her head.

"No, it's just a settlement."

Outside the wooden house, her eyes were fixed on the setting sun, and her voice was ethereal.

"The real Nanyue city was destroyed long ago. After the natural disaster, the Nanyue people split into two groups and migrated to different places."

"This is just the settlement of one of the migrating tribes."

Ding Ling didn't say anything more. Sometimes she had a memory of what was going on in her mind, and sometimes it was fragmented, as if she was waking up intermittently.

Ding Ling rubbed her temples and followed Ah Yan and the others to have a simple meal in the cafeteria of the construction site, but she didn't have much appetite.

She looked at Ah Yan who was sitting next to her and wanted to ask something, but she didn't know how to start.

Ayan and the others must know her true situation.

Ding Ling lowered her head and ate the fried rice noodles bite by bite.

She had not yet returned the two bells to Ah Yan, and she had many questions in her heart.

The Bell of Conscience was discovered a hundred years ago, and was later sealed and renamed in the Special Case Team's treasure house.

Over the years, there have been other people who have tried to redeem their power with high merit, but none of them have succeeded.

The reason is that they cannot drive or use the conscience bell, and it makes no sound when they shake it in their hands.

But Ding Ling can.

Before today, Ding Ling herself had not thought about this problem carefully, because she could trigger it just by holding the bell in her hand.

The special case team rated her as a ghost king. Isn't it normal for a ghost king to be able to activate this thing?

But now, Ding Ling has different ideas.

When Ding Ling was choosing a gift for Ah Yan, she looked through the redemption list of the special case team for a long time. She didn't like anything else and only fell in love with Wenxin Ling at first sight, as if it was destined.

Later, it was Ayan and his friends who intercepted the seller in the antique street, and she also received the Heart-beating Bell.

Although she gave these two bells to A Yan, A Yan always claimed that they were "temporarily kept by me" and did not really accept the two bells.

Thinking of this, Ding Ling's brows jumped.

Ah Yan does not accept these two bells because he knows that he is related to them.

and......

At this moment, Ding Ling silently passed by the young man sitting next to Zhu Jue.

This guy, called "Brother Bao" by A Yan and Zhu Jue, is a good friend of theirs and happens to be the owner of this construction site.

The two flew over from Bincheng yesterday and caught up with the events here.

How can there be so many coincidences! It was obvious that Ah Yan and Zhu Jue had calculated the time to come.

I think that even earlier, when this piece of land was acquired by Bao Hui's family, it was under their silent guidance.

Just now, when she came out of the board room, A Yan called her "Lingdang".

But earlier, at the bottom of the deeply buried memory, it seemed that someone called her "Little Bell".

That night, the thief who had been kneeling on the ground and kowtowed until his head was bleeding finally stopped and was sent to the hospital for treatment.

Ding Ling did not follow A Yan and Zhu Jue to stay in the hotel. She stayed alone in a wooden house, stroking the jade pendant around her neck.

This jade pendant was given by Gu Jiasui. She had lent it to Xie Jin temporarily before. Now that Xie Jin's condition has stabilized and he has something more suitable for nourishing his ghost body, the jade pendant was returned.

Ding Ling's mind was in a mess and she couldn't sleep at all. She opened the door, stood under the moonlight, and walked slowly towards the archaeological site with two bells in her hands.

The bright moon is so bright, it still shines for thousands of years.

Ding Ling sat on the ground with the cool jade pendant around her neck. She looked at the vast night sky and shook the bell in her hand.

The sound of the bells was so clear and pleasant that it made my heart rejoice.

She had an extra long dream.

...

Ding Ling originally didn't have a name.

If we have to give it a name, it would be "Wu Ling".

The witches of the Nanyue ethnic group would ring bells during their sacrifices to heaven and earth to communicate with heaven and earth.

When various major events happen, shake the bell and the world will become quiet.

Therefore, even though Ling was still in ignorance, she had seen many scenes.

That was a long, long time ago.

Until the meteor struck, the Nanyue people suffered a great loss. The young members of the tribe who went out discovered the dynasties outside and wanted to lead the isolated tribe out of the mountains.

The conservative old people find it hard to leave their homeland, while the young people who have seen the outside world want to leave, thus the two are divided into two.

But there is only one witch bell.

No matter old or young, from birth to death, they can hear the sound of witch bells countless times.

When the bell rings, you feel at ease.

A war almost broke out over the ownership of the Wu Bell. With the help of a foreigner, the original Wu Bell was recast into two parts, the Bell of Conscience and the Bell of Delusion.

By that time, Wu Ling had already gained intelligence.

Or rather, spirit.

The stranger took the "soul" away. I don't know what method he used to take away the soul that had lost its home.

Ding Ling is that spirit.

The next memory was of being in the soul-binding array.

Before awakening this deeply buried memory, Ding Ling thought she was a locked soul.

But in reality, she is a captive spirit.

The locked soul is someone else's, a young girl, who was hanged and strangled to death.

The hanged ghost's horoscope is all negative, and he died on the day of the four great calamities, so he is filled with resentment.

The soul-imprisoning and soul-locking array was set up in a place filled with dense yin energy and where ghosts were raised, giving her endless torture while constantly tempering the hanged ghost's body.

The man did not come to see them often, only a few times a year at first, and then once every few years. Only ghosts and hanged men were their companions.

She had been able to understand human speech for a long time, but she just didn't understand many things. Although the hanged ghost was young, he knew more about the world than she did.

The hanged ghost called that person a demon, saying that the demon wanted to train her as his subordinate, so she would never let the demon succeed. She let Ling talk to her more so that she could maintain her intelligence and not be controlled by the evil spirit and turned into a brainless puppet.

But the hanged ghost was indeed a rare ghost king in the eyes of the demons. She was not conscious and could not control herself. She lost her mind more and more, and the thick yin energy filled her up and turned her into a ghost king.

The hanged ghost noticed that his lucid time was becoming less and less, so he seized the opportunity to communicate with the spirit.

The hanged ghost said that after her death she didn't know what her coffin and grave would look like, or whether her beloved things had been put into the coffin. Her home was somewhere in Songjiang Prefecture, but unfortunately she had no chance to visit it.

On the day when the hanged ghost became the king of ghosts, there was a violent and continuous gale.

She broke the formation that had bound them for a long time, and while the hanged ghost and the demon were fighting, Ling was free.

She ran in the direction the hanged man had instructed, remembering his instructions over and over again.

"My name is Ding Ling. I am from Songjiang Prefecture. I am sixteen years old and have a brother and a sister."

"Little Lingdang, you are Lingdang's spirit, Lingtong Ling. According to the story in the novel, we are destined to be together."

"You said I was a hanged ghost. You are a bell, and if you are placed in that copper bell, does it feel like you are also hanging?"

"I'll give you a name. From now on, you'll be called Ding Ling."

Ding Ling finally found Ding Ling's tomb in Songjiang Prefecture and crawled into her coffin.

Ding Ling saw everything Ding Ling had mentioned and helped Ding Ling examine them one by one.

The hanged ghost said that people would be buried with the things they liked during their lifetime.

So Ding Ling thought about it and then lay completely in the coffin.

When Ding Ling woke up again, some people were talking around the coffin.

She said, "It's so noisy!"