The bell was originally a percussion instrument. As the saying goes, a beautiful lady is accompanied by bells and drums. Later, it changed from a musical instrument to a bell in a temple, used for telling time and alarming. The term "morning bell and evening drum" comes from that time.

But obviously, the seed hanging in front of Lin Mo and Liu Jia at this moment is not the bell and drum music of the graceful lady, nor is it the morning bell and evening drum, but has another purpose.

This was the first time Lin Mo met him, but Liu Jia had seen him every day for the past five years, so he didn't have as many messy thoughts as Lin Mo did.

She walked over, looked, and nodded.

"That's it. This is the ghost bell. Who put it here?"

After saying that, he began to search around.

Maybe they think there are some ghosts lurking around.

Lin Mo secretly glanced at Liu Jia, then walked up to the ghost bell and whispered, "Xiao Yu, take a look at this bell and see what's going on."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white and tender little hand stretched out from Lin Mo's sleeve, gently placed it on the ghost bell, and then quickly retracted.

No movement.

Lin Mo knew that Xiaoyu had not figured out the reason yet. If she had, she would have given a hint. Without a hint, it would be impossible to figure it out.

Because it was the first time Lin Mo saw a ghost bell, he was very curious.

While Liu Jia was exploring the surroundings, Lin Mo was exploring the ghost bell itself.

I touched it and it was cold and hard.

There is a very strong sense of heaviness.

There are complex and difficult to understand patterns on the clock, like some kind of mysterious symbols, representing unknown meanings.

After walking around and finding nothing, Lin Mo squatted down and crawled under the ghost bell.

Looking up from this angle, it looked like a pitch-black metal dome. Hammering the bricks, Lin Mo looked inside.

Normally, there is nothing inside the clock, after all, it is not an important area.

But the ghost clock is different.

There are complex patterns on the outside, like words.

Inside, there are all kinds of patterns, including mountains, rivers, lakes, things that look like people, and the sun, moon, and stars. From bottom to top, each ring is about one foot high, with a total of nine rings stacked on top of each other. Each ring uses that kind of carving to describe an event.

Pictures are a form of expression that transcends language and words. Even if people from different countries and races look at the same picture, they can still see the specific meaning contained in it.

This is why pictures are called works of art.

Lin Mo carefully studied the nine layers of carvings, which clearly recorded a series of events.

The first one is at the bottom and the last one is at the top.

The first one is very ordinary and the most peaceful of the nine ring-shaped carvings. There are mountains and rivers on it, and people can be seen hunting and farming. There are also some things that look like ancient beasts, but there is no sense of weirdness.

This describes a picture of people's lives in ancient times.

But in the second painting, the style is a bit off.

Compared to the animal skin clothing in the first picture, the people in the second picture are wearing robes, which is obviously a sign of cultural and technological progress.

There are armies marching on the battlefield, and there are also people who appear to be wearing the emperor's clothes, offering sacrifices to the heavens, the rivers, and the mountains.

There is more killing. In one painting, there are corpses everywhere and bones like a forest.

Lin Mo understood that fear, killing, suspicion, extremes, anger, and desire, these dark sides also appeared with the progress of human society.

This is the dark side of man.

The more developed and powerful human society becomes, the bigger and stronger this dark side becomes.

It's like a mirror, reflecting the other side.

Although there is no text on it, Lin Mo can feel the profound meaning that the sculptor wants to express. It is no exaggeration to say that Lin Mo was deeply attracted by the second picture.

"It feels like the birth of the dark side." Lin Mo noticed that in the second pattern, there appeared a yin and yang pattern, blending with each other, and below was the wise man's comprehension.

Yin and Yang, one is black, the other is white.

What it expresses is that the dark side has always been there, and this is also the foundation of many thoughts of the ancients.

Next is the third picture.

Obviously, the civilization of the people above has been improved. They have horse-drawn carriages and copper smelting technology. There is also more killing. Naturally, the terrifying dark side has become more and more powerful.

There is a picture here that left a deep impression on Lin Mo.

There was a man kneeling on the ground, holding his head with his hands, and seemed to be roaring in pain. Above him, a phantom appeared, containing all kinds of terrifying things.

The ferocious ghosts represent fear; the corpses and rotten bones represent death.

Lin Mo looked at it for a while before he understood.

"The smarter a person is, the more likely he or she will have these dark sides. In comparison, the people in ancient times were happier. Being simple-minded has its advantages. At least, they don't have wild thoughts. As the saying goes, when you are well fed and warm, you will think about sex. I think they are not only thinking about those desires, but also about more terrifying things."

Lin Mo felt what the creator of the relief wanted to express.

That was the birth of 'weird'.

Simply put, there are no ghosts in the world. As long as there are humans, there are ghosts!

At the end of the third picture, Lin Mo saw a scene like this: some people would be taken advantage of by the fear after falling asleep and then die.

Then, Lin Mo looked at the fourth picture.

You know what, it feels like following a TV series, it's addictive. After finishing one episode, you want to watch the next one. The author of this sculpture also understands the routine. The solution of each picture is suspenseful, which hooks people.

"What a piece of shit." Lin Mo cursed.

In Lin Mo's opinion, the fourth picture is the most brilliant one.

If the first one represents a disaster, then the fourth picture seems to represent a balance and a solution.

The whole article describes one scene.

Smelting bronze!

You can see countless people mining ore and smelting copper under the orders of the rulers at that time. There was one scene that made Lin Mo frown.

It was during the smelting process that many people were thrown into the fire.

Others were thrown into boiling copper water.

Lin Mo seemed to have heard of a similar situation somewhere.

By the way, it is said that there was a pair of famous swords in ancient times. During the smelting process, the rare metals could not be fused. At the last moment, the swordsmith's wife sacrificed herself for the sword and jumped into it. Only then was the sword successfully refined. This sword also became a famous sword through the ages and was said to be spiritual.

It is estimated that the tradition of martyrdom started from this fourth painting.

Finally, the molten copper mixed with countless human lives was cast into copper doors of different sizes.

Seeing this, Lin Mo finally understood the origin of those terrifying bronze doors.

It turns out that these were indeed made by humans themselves.

It seems that this is to suppress the horrible dark side, but can these thoughts be suppressed? Logically, it is impossible.

But the actual situation seems to be really successful, because as far as Lin Mo knows, there are terrifying things behind every bronze door.

This nightmare crisis was most likely caused by the opening of the bronze door.

And starting from the fifth picture, the original peace seemed to have been restored. The bronze door was buried and hidden deep underground, while people on the ground were singing and laughing.

In the sixth picture, we can see that the bronze doors buried underground are beginning to ooze out black substances. Perhaps due to some natural disasters such as earthquakes, a few bronze doors have reappeared.

The world is strange again.

But compared to the horrific hell-like scenes in the previous pictures, it is obviously much better. Only a few people are affected, and the exposed bronze doors have been collected by some people, or buried again, sealed under the temple, and have monks chant sutras day and night to comfort and purify them.

It's a balance.

The weirdness, horror and terrible darkness still exist, but it seems that the scale is not large, and there are people guiding them, either banning it or suppressing it. In short, a balance has been reached.

At this moment, Lin Mo was not in a hurry to look at the seventh picture.

He looked at the first picture, reviewed it again, and discovered something very important.

There seems to be one type of people in all the pictures.

There is no specific name for this type of people, so Lin Mo will call them wise men or sages.

The dark side of terror was originally born from them.

Afterwards, they guided those in power to smelt the bronze doors, and later guided people to rebury them or seal them in temples, which were all related to these wise men.

Why do you say that?

After all, the people depicted above all have similar appearances. How did Lin Mo tell that they were of the same type? It wasn't that Lin Mo was gifted or had a strong understanding, but mainly because all of these people had an eye painted on their heads.

The others have no eyes, only a human outline, or even just a stick figure of a 'person'.

But the type of people Lin Mo was talking about were different. Even in the case of simple sketches, they would have an eye on their heads.

The style of these eyes is quite uniform, it is very simple, like a fish without its tail, with a pupil made up of yin and yang magatama in the middle.

Because there are similar people on each layer of the painting, it attracted Lin Mo's attention.

Next, continue to look upwards. In the seventh layer of the picture, there are also such "wise men". They seem to have known how to use the dark power in the bronze door.

Although there are still some scary things in the seventh picture, it is generally harmonious.

But the eighth picture is different.

What is described above is that it seems that there are problems among the "wise men". Some of them have begun to become brutal and even attack each other. This has spread to ordinary people, and thus a large-scale war has broken out.

It was like a doomsday scene.

There is one last pair.

This one is at the top of the inner wall of the ghost bell and has the smallest area. Fortunately, the content depicted on it is very little.

There is only one event.

It was a certain 'wise man' who seemed to have dug out a bronze door, remelted it, and cast it into a black bell.

The story ends here.

Lin Mo watched it from beginning to end, smacking his lips, feeling as if he wanted more.

Obviously, the "bell" depicted in this last picture is most likely the ghost bell that Lin Mo saw at this moment. If you look at it this way, then the "wise man" who melted a copper door to cast the bell is the legendary "Mr. Chunfeng" in the ghost town.

This is in line with Lin Mo's expectations of this legendary figure.

But why did the other party melt the copper door into a clock?

Lin Mo couldn't understand.

At this moment, Liu Jia, who had been searching around, ran back with nothing found. Seeing Lin Mo actually crawling into the ghost bell, he became curious and crawled in as well.

It's very nice to be alone here, but it's a bit crowded for two people.

Lin Mo still had no memory of Liu Jia, so he felt a little embarrassed to be so close to her at this moment. However, Liu Jia didn't feel embarrassed at all. Seeing that Lin Mo seemed to be avoiding her, she complained, "You didn't feel uncomfortable when you were close to that mistress, why do you feel uncomfortable when you are with me?" Lin Mo was speechless.

"Then should I hold you?" He said this angrily.

"Do you dare?" Liu Jia was obviously provoking him.

But honestly, it feels pretty good.

Liu Jia died five years ago. At that time, she was still a senior high school girl. She still looks the same now. At this moment, Lin Mo feels like an old cow eating young grass.

It feels a bit refreshing.

Liu Jia was not at all uncomfortable.

She leaned against Lin Mo naturally, looked up at the picture on the inner wall, and was also stunned.

After Lin Mo found out, he asked her, "Don't you know there are paintings here?" Liu Jia shook her head and said she didn't know.

"Haven't you been with this ghost clock for five years? You see it every day, but you've never come in to take a look?"

"No, I'm responsible for ringing the bell, not for maintenance and oiling. Why would I come in to see?" Liu Jia said confidently.

But there is indeed nothing wrong with what they said.

Others just ring the bell and then leave, or stay outside to take a look. It's people like me who have weird thoughts, so they come in.

Liu Jia then read the nine-layer comic strip on the inner wall from the beginning, and Lin Mo followed suit and read it again, explaining it on the side. He exchanged his understanding with Liu Jia and discussed it with each other.

Both of them believed that strange things have existed since ancient times.

Moreover, this weirdness is manifested in the spiritual realm, and dreams are a kind of spiritual realm.

In addition, the ancients had studied this, and those who studied it were the "wise men".

Of course, the wise man was what Lin Mo called him, and Liu Jia gave him another name.

'Big-eyed monster'.

It's not wrong to use the metaphor of a big-eyed monster, because all the wise men in the pictures have an ordinary human-shaped outline with an abrupt big eye.

At first glance, he looked a bit like the character Big Eyes from the cartoon Monsters, Inc. in White Eagle Country! So Liu Jia gave him the nickname "Big Eyes Monster", which was absolutely correct.

Liu Jia also realized that Mr. Chunfeng, who founded the ghost town, should be the big-eyed monster, or at least one of the big-eyed monsters.

Lin Mo asked her if she had met Mr. Chunfeng.

"I've heard of him, but never seen him. He's disappeared for hundreds of years. Where can I go to see him?" Liu Jia raised his hand and touched the painting on the doorstep.

"The bronze door was made into a bell. Why?"

Lin Mo also wanted to know her question.

The situation now is like a final exam, where two poor students who have slept for a whole semester sit together to discuss how to answer the questions. They are really the same and can't write anything except their names.

"Well, do you want to ring the bell?" Lin Mo asked at this time.

It has been quite a while since he entered the Ghost Pavilion, and the bell had not been rung for a day before that. According to Chang Zhou and the others, if the bell was not rung for two consecutive days, there would definitely be a big mess.

"Knock it, but I don't know if the sound of the bell can be heard, and there is no wood for the bell." Liu Jia touched a hard object on his waist at this time.

"Lend me this thing!"

"OK!"

Liu Jia was talking about the brick hammer.

The bell wood is a piece of wood tied to the side and hung in the air, which is specifically used for ringing the bell.

There is none here, so if you want to ring the bell, you have to use something else instead.

A brick hammer is good.

After Liu Jia took it from Lin Mo, they went out together. She waved her arms and said, "This thing is pretty good."

Lin Mo had an expression on his face that said, "Of course I know it's good and I'll use the expression you said."

The brick hammer is his exclusive weapon. Only those who use it know how powerful it is. The most important thing is that it fits Lin Mo's personality very well.

It's his favorite anyway.

Now it seems that Liu Jia actually likes it too.

After swinging twice, Liu Jia walked towards the ghost bell.

He walked closer, thought for a moment, then turned around and asked Lin Mo, "Do you think there will be any problems if I ring this bell?"

In fact, Lin Mo was also quite worried.

"Or, just don't knock?" He gave a more pertinent suggestion, which also echoed Lin Mo's character. He has always been as steady as an old dog.

"No, if we don't knock, the ghosts in the Ghost Pavilion will riot and will most likely rush out. Then the Ghost Town will also suffer." Liu Jia was worried.

"That's true, then knock." Lin Mo felt like a fence-sitter, leaning towards the other side if the wind blew in one direction.

Liu Jia rolled his eyes at Lin Mo.

"What if something bigger goes wrong?"

"Then, don't knock!"

Liu Jia got angry and said that she didn't want to ring the bell now, but wanted to ring you.

Lin Mo smiled awkwardly: "This is actually a practical problem. If you don't knock, something will definitely go wrong; if you knock, something might go wrong. If something goes wrong anyway, then I can't make any suggestions."

Liu Jia thought about it and realized that she had lived in the garden below the Ghost Pavilion for five years.

Five years.

How did she get through this? For a female student who was once a senior in high school, this was definitely an indelible growth experience.

It can be said that Liu Jia's current state of mind is also very calm, which is definitely not comparable to those young girls out there.

Just like what Lin Mo said, if you don’t knock, something will definitely go wrong, but if you knock, something might go wrong, so between the two, definitely and maybe, of course, you should choose the latter.

But Liu Jia also knew that the accident with the former was at least foreseeable, but once the latter happened, it would be unknown. It was possible that the matter was very small and could be ignored, or it was possible that the matter was very big, so big that it would shock the world.

So after weighing the pros and cons, Liu Jia thought it through.

Knock! She was not a hesitant person. She stood in front of the ghost bell and gave Lin Mo a look.

Lin Mo understood and was also ready for battle.

This is to prevent any accidents from happening so that we can respond in advance and avoid being panicked when the time comes.

The next moment, Liu Jia swung a brick hammer, and the hammer head, with a raging flame, hit the ghost bell hidden in the mirror world directly.

Then I heard a click.

Along with the terrifying sound of the bell, it was like countless glasses were shattering.

Lin Mo immediately covered his ears.

This voice is a bit addictive.

Liu Jia also frowned and covered her ears. She was closest to the sound and was stunned by it.

As soon as Lin Mo saw the situation, he knew something was wrong.

Because Liu Jia has been ringing the bell for five years, if the noise was so loud and the sound was so harsh, she couldn't have been unaware of it and couldn't have failed to take precautions in advance.

She was so shocked that she was stunned, which means that there might have been some unexpected situation when the bell was ringing this time.

And why was there a sound of glass breaking? I was wondering.

Lin Mo suddenly saw the female ghost with a crooked head and wearing a bright red robe that he had seen before.

The female ghost seemed to have walked out of the phantom of broken glass fragments around her.

At this moment, he rushed towards Liu Jia quickly.

Lin Mo quickly raised his voice to warn.

But he found that when he spoke, there was no sound.

It's not that there is no sound.

The sound seemed to be blocked by the vibration of the still ringing bell and could not spread out at all. The sound of the bell seemed to have broken the air and turned it into separate spaces, isolating everything, including the sound.

Now Lin Mo was anxious.

Liu Jia seemed to be unaware of the attack behind him, and the red-robed female ghost with a tilted head did not look like a good person either. Even though Liu Jia was very powerful, he was afraid of suffering a loss.

But it was no use for Lin Mo to worry.

The crooked-headed female ghost had already pounced over at this time.

But the next moment, a pair of scissors came out from nowhere and stabbed into the ghost girl's belly. Then the ghost girl started shaking as if she had cramps.

Finally, the scissors broke out of the shell at the back of its head, carrying with it a sticky liquid of some unknown substance.

Being shot in the head with a pair of scissors must feel extremely painful.

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Jia is indeed a fierce ghost who can ring the bell in the Ghost Pavilion. Apart from the taboo that can force others to tell stories, his real strength is also very strong.

Liu Jia has been guarding the Ghost Pavilion alone and ringing the bell for five years. She is no ordinary woman.

I just don't know why she wants to stay here.

It seemed like no one was restricting her, so why didn't she leave?

With her abilities, except for those terrifying soldier ghosts guarding the gate of the ghost town, even the ghost officials of the ghost town government can't do anything to her.

Then she could leave the ghost town and go back to the upper world to find her parents and friends.

Or go find yourself.

So why didn't he leave? Lin Mo hadn't figured this out yet.

The sound of the ghost bell began to weaken.

I used to hear people say that the sound of the bell is melodious and lingers in the air for three days. Lin Mo used to think that this was an exaggerated description, but now he feels that it is not an exaggeration at all.

The sound of the bell seemed to be there all the time, making my head hurt.

Lin Mo felt pain, and so did Liu Jia. She was also covering her head. After all, she was the closest and was affected the most.

As a result, Lin Mo saw another shocking scene.

The female ghost who was shot in the head by the scissors on the ground actually stood up again.

Lin Mo hurried over there.

It was too late just now, but it should be about the same this time.

As a result, the female ghost grabbed Liu Jia's shoulders, and at the same time, Lin Mo strangled the other's crooked neck from behind.

Curses were thrown all over him.

Among them, the burning curse played the greatest role. It is also possible that the female ghost was afraid of this, so she screamed and was burned to ashes.

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