Feng Ping felt a little spinning at this time, he clearly knew that nothing had changed in the outside world, but he still had this feeling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info All this happened too suddenly and too bizarrely. Such an intuitive and abrupt contact with death made him unable to adapt for a long time, and the impact on him was even stronger than the person in the mahogany coffin a few days ago, after all, it was unreal, and this was real. Although he knew it was true, he still tried to doubt it, suspecting that he was experiencing a dream that was so real that it was confusing. Why does a good person have no snort like this? Is it the female ghost just now or something? If it's her, how on earth is it done? Why is there no movement and no sound? Feng Ping's mind was full of questions now, and he felt extremely confused, helpless, and panicked.

Human beings are afraid of the unknowable, and now in front of Feng Ping, it is full of unknowns. The finger was still a few dozen centimeters away from the madman's nose and he didn't know what to do, and he first began to expect the madman to be joking at this time. But if it's a joke, this breath has been held for too long.

Only then did he react and look at Qing Xuanzi and Professor Qu beside him, both of them were tired and vigilant, but there was nothing wrong with it, which made Feng Ping breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the appearance of the two of them, they obviously didn't know about the madman. "Did you just see anything out of the ordinary?" Feng Ping asked.

"Anomalies?" Feng Ping's sudden questioning obviously surprised the two of them. "It was calm just now, nothing happened. Do you feel anything? Qing Xuanzi looked at Feng Ping with some nervousness, being in such an environment for a long time, it is inevitable that he will be extremely vigilant about the slightest abnormality. From Feng Ping's questioning, he felt uneasy.

Feng Ping looked at the two of them, and didn't know how to express it, the person who had been talking and laughing with him just now is now passing away, which is really unacceptable. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of any good way to express it, and finally said directly with some sadness: "The madman is dead." ”

"Dead?" Professor Qu was so frightened that he shouted, and Qing Xuanzi was obviously very unacceptable, looking at Feng Ping with his mouth open, but as if he had been choked by the throat, he couldn't make any sound.

It took a long time for the two of them to react, and approached the madman's body to check it. Professor Qu only observed it twice, but Qing Xuanzi was obviously very experienced in this area, from the pupils to the lips to the tongue coating, and then from the fingers to the back of the neck. The more he checked, the more ugly his face became, and after he finished checking, he said very seriously: "The whole body, the exposed skin, there is not the slightest wound, and the clothes on the body are intact, that is to say, it is not attacked by organs, poisonous insects, etc., and the lips and nails are not discolored, so it is not poisoning." But in less than an hour, the body was already cold, obviously not caused by natural death, because the speed of the body was too fast. It seems very likely that he was attacked by the ghost during that time, but there was no sound during the whole process, and we didn't even feel the slightest resistance from him, and the two of us didn't even notice his change, which is really weird. Now, even if we know to be prepared, we can't do it. However, I doubt that it is something you saw earlier, so I recommend that everyone get out of here as soon as possible. ”

Hearing Qing Xuanzi's words proved the horror of the incident even more. The incident happened too suddenly, and in such a short period of time, the madman was killed without the slightest notice of the three people around him, which is too clever to say. The three of them glanced at each other, and they all understood what each other meant. If it were against any of the other three, they wouldn't be able to deal with it with any of them.

The stake on the side was still lying there so peacefully, no movement, no change, his breathing was steady and steady, and his coma seemed to be a blessing, at least not to face it. Feng Ping suddenly felt a little strange when he saw this, logically speaking, the stake was injured, and now he is in a coma, he should be the weakest, and then it should be Professor Qu, after all, his physical strength is not strong because of his age, relatively speaking, these two people should be more vulnerable than madmen, but why did they still choose him? Whether it's a ghost or something else, there is no reason for this choice, is it really just a random choice, without any basis?

While Feng Ping was thinking about these doubts, Qing Xuanzi was not idle.

I saw that he took out a copper bell from his cloth bag, put it in the middle of the current room, and then lit three sticks of sandalwood and placed them in the three corners of the round house, and put a small stone dish in the passage behind the wooden cabinet instead of sandalwood, and then put some water in it.

After doing this, he didn't stop, just sat cross-legged on the ground, and read something to the brass bell in the middle of the room. He spoke too fast, Feng Ping couldn't hear clearly, but it was clearly a spell or something. The time for chanting the mantra did not last long, and Qing Xuanzi seemed to be relieved when it was over. But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a crisp voice, and the bell in the room rang by itself!

"Jingle bells, jingle bells... The sound was crisp and pleasant, but in the ears of the three of them, it was like a spell, and the sound of the brass bell was gradually speeding up, as if someone was getting closer and closer. At the same time, Feng Ping noticed that the water in the small saucer placed in the hole behind the cabinet began to ripple, as if something was constantly clicking on it. One, two, three...

Feng Ping saw where he dared to hesitate here, and hurriedly ran to Qing Xuanzi's side, although he didn't know if he could deal with it, but it was obvious that only Qing Xuanzi here might have the experience to deal with it.

Qing Xuanzi also looked serious when he saw this, but he didn't seem to be so flustered. I saw that he took out another copper bell from the cloth bag, which was the same as the one on the ground, but it was much bigger, and it even looked a little funny. And Feng Ping clearly saw that there was no bell heart in the middle of this copper bell. Bad? But the truth was different from what he thought, Qing Xuanzi took the large copper bell and shook it at the upward stairs, and it actually made a sound. It's just that the sound has a sense of urgency in the symphony of gold and iron, and a kind of coordination between drums and songs, which makes people sound like blood boiling.

Feng Ping thinks this may be something like the legendary magic weapon, right? Or is it a technology that you don't understand? No matter what it is, this kind of existence must be something that I can't understand now, so it's good to observe it silently from the sidelines.

As the large brass bell swayed, Feng Ping felt as if the entire room was vibrating at a frequency, and the sound didn't last long. And with the stop of the copper bell, the water in the small dish also stopped rippling, and the small copper bell in it also lost its sound, this thing really worked?