The torches in the hallway were not lit, it was a little dark, and the footsteps going upstairs were not loud, or even a little small.

The bell ringer didn't know why, he shuddered, and I don't know if it was an illusion, since he noticed that the footsteps of those people behind him were very small, he always felt that the footsteps behind him were getting smaller and smaller.

Effort shook his head: How is that possible? In broad daylight, oh no, the sun was about to set when they were brought into the bell tower, and it didn't seem to be daytime. The more the bell ranger thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he looked back faintly with a torch, and the dozen or so people looked at him, but no one spoke.

Smiling awkwardly, the bell ringer continued to walk up, and his voice trembled more and more: "This...... Here's the chime, this ...... It's ......"

Someone sighed faintly, a cold wind blew in his ears, and the bell ringer was frightened, trembling all over, his teeth chattered, he forgot the words, and he forgot all the words he had memorized for decades!

Someone reached out and took his hand, the fingers cold not like a living man's hand.

"Hurry up and lead the way!"

The voice was low, and the bell ringer looked at the shadow on the wall, took a deep breath, felt out a peace charm that he had asked for out of nowhere, pinched it in his hand, and his hands trembled.

A woman's chuckle sounded, and the bell ringer looked back sharply, only to see the delicate girl glaring at him: "Hurry up, hurry up!" ”

The bell ringer walked up with trembling hands.

I've never heard of a bell tower haunted in all these years! scared him to death, didn't he hit the evil spirit, thinking like this, he climbed up more and more crazily.

There was still almost no sound in the back, but when I walked to the corner, I could see that the dozen or so people followed calmly, and the bell ringer frowned, looking at the dozen or so tourists behind him, less ...... There was one person missing, and the gray-haired, but good-looking man was gone. Isn't it a spirit?

"Less...... Less personal. ”

The dozen or so people looked at each other: "There is no one missing, let's go!" ”

He is going to Hanshan Temple to worship, and he must have hit an evil spirit. After walking a few flights of stairs in a short period of time, the whole person was about to collapse, standing under the bell, and the bell ringer pointed to the bell tremblingly: "This...... This bell ......"

The corner of his eye flashed, and he saw an elongated figure around the corner, and a few strands of gray long hair could be vaguely seen floating in the night, and it looked particularly frightened and gloomy in the faint darkness...... Haunted! The bell-ringer, who was already in extreme fright, rolled his eyes and fainted.

"I'm so dizzy!" The pretty girl squatted down with a smile and carefully examined the bell-ringer for a moment, and nodded to everyone, "I'm scared!" ”

"Miss Yingying, you want to come up with such a method, but it will make this bell ringer so frightened." A middle-aged man said, but there was no hint of blame on his face, "It's so timid, it's just to scare yourself." ”

"I'm waiting for someone in the martial arts, what's wrong with the low footsteps, he himself is afraid and can't complain about us." The pretty girl raised her eyebrows, her expression was lively and lively, "Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, he is afraid of being like this, what do you have to do with me?" ”

"What now?" The maid stood up as she spoke, stretched out her hand and pushed the wood in front of her, the bell rang, and the maid was happy to play and clapped her hands excitedly.

"Yang Yunsong took seven round copper plates from heaven and earth, walked around Chang'an City, and looked for the place of the emperor's tomb." An old man with gray hair said with a smile, "It's really pitiful, I'm old, my legs and feet are not good, but I still have to find some imperial tombs, how can I be at ease with the people in the rivers and lakes." ”

"It's just a difference." Dong Qiangongzi, who was wearing a plain shirt and green hairpins and green jade earrings, smiled and reached out to touch the striking wood of the bell tower.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

……

One after another, as the bell rang again and again, the inscription of the ring bell loomed. The maid handed over the pen dipped in high-grade cinnabar to Dong Qiangongzi, holding the pen with one hand and ringing the bell with the other, Dongqian Gongzi let go of the pen in his hand, the pen was frozen in mid-air, and a few strokes were shaken in his hand, and the cinnabar pen that was frozen in mid-air also moved.

The pen walks the dragon snake.

"Childe's method of drawing talismans in the air is becoming more and more sophisticated." A middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Dongqian Gongzi smiled lightly, his eyes were shy and clear, and his face was red: "It's just that I've been diligent recently." ”

"Originally, I heard that the thirteen branches of the Zhang family's yin and yang in Chang'an Heavenly Master Dao can penetrate the heavens and the earth, and there are many talents in the clan, so I want to take a walk in this Chang'an, who knew that the whole clan of the Zhang family died like this."

"After hearing that Zhang Ling, the founder of my Yin-Yang Warlock, who knew that this would be the result." An old man with gray hair sighed, "It's a pity. ”

"What's the pity." Dongqian Gongzi still looked so red and shy, looking harmless to humans and animals, but he said, "Although we and other Yin-Yang Warlocks are not counted as ourselves. But all the family was wiped out, it can be seen that the Zhang family is just a name, and under the fame, it is an empty shell, which is really boring. ”

"I heard that the Tang family in the land of Bashu dug up a good cinnabar mine, called Dansha, this time to come to Beijing, this time it may be a little interesting." A middle-aged man said, "Although it is famous for quenching poison with hidden weapons, there are also a few talented descendants surnamed Tang, and I think that Gongzi will not be boring at that time." ”

"I hope so, the descendants of the genius Zhang Ludao are nothing more than that, and a small Tang family is not very good." The pretty girl snorted coldly.

The lights of Chang'an City in front of me are beginning to come on, and it is night.

In the eyes of the dozen or so people in front of them, the bustling Chang'an Night Market seems to be separated by a mirror in the middle, one side is still prosperous, and the other side is frozen as if it is black and white, losing color.

Dongqian Gongzi finally stopped the sound of hitting the wood in his hand, and the cinnabar pen that was stagnant in the air also fell to the ground.

The dozen or so people stood on the top of the bell tower and looked at the wall, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so magnificent, one side is the Chang'an night, and the other side is the illusory Chang'an night." ”

……

It was not only these dozen people who made the sigh of "so magnificent", but also on the drum tower not far away, there were also people who made the same emotion.

"It's spectacular!" Old lady Wang stood on the top of the drum tower and looked down, the light in her eyes was better than ever.

The girl on the side stood with a smile and looked down with the old lady Wang.

"It's the trick of that Dongqian son." Wang Xu on the side handed back the bright eye water of the Yin and Yang Division to Wei Yaoqing, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was instantly shocked.

"This person is by no means a waste of fame, the thirteen branches of yin and yang always have a focus, his attainments in the yin and yang, there are few rivals in this world, from this point of view, he has enough capital to be proud of."

"Cheng Lisheng asked this person to protect him?" Old lady Wang was still staring at the Chang'an City, which was divided into two, and was amazed, and stretched out her hand to her feet, "If the old man doesn't stand on this drum tower, can he still see such a spectacle?" ”

Wei Yaoqing shook her head and looked at the drum tower not far away, the night drum blocked their sight: "The second floor of the bell and drum is already separated, and the phantom night of the East Shallow Son is crossed from the middle of the second floor of the bell and drum, and it is above my drum tower, the square place, and the two sides are like the two sides in the mirror, and that side is used by the East Shallow Son to draw out the control of the phantom night, so I wait for this place to avoid being affected and see this scene." ”

"You girl, I haven't invited you to listen to the play, so you came to invite the old man to watch this good show, what are your intentions?" Old lady Wang said with a smile.