Chapter 48

tune Teller Pooh puffed away smoke and clouds, nearly covering himself up."Oh, an electric fish! This young man is in trouble. An electric fish indicates bad luck and karmic retribution."“Girl Li Jing..."Doesn't your chest feel obstructed"

"It's okay, Red Sister," I patted my back. "Carrying tens of thousands on my back doesn't hurt at all now. I'm fine."

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A mole chuckled and said, “Don’t panic. Once we get out, I’ll find some help. We’ll call up the big boss and the third brother, and we’ll take this whole set with us.”

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"That's great then," I tightened the straps of my blouse.

We continued walking along the underground river. I kept glancing back, always feeling that the wind chimes hanging from the cave ceiling looked like large stacks of bills swaying and beckoning to me in the breeze.

About two hundred meters from here, as I was walking, my nose suddenly started to bleed for no apparent reason.

"Wait, Hong Jie," I hurriedly looked up and shouted to a mole.

She still couldn't help but tease me, saying, "Young people are so fiery these days, even with your shirt off you can bleed from your nose. Just wait," she tore a piece of cloth from her own body, "Lift your head up and don't move around, I'll wipe the blood for you."

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"Red Sister, how did you get a nosebleed too!" I saw that a mole on my face suddenly started bleeding as well.

She refused to let him help her, and instead she hurriedly raised her head and used a cloth strip to stop the bleeding.

"Bang..."

Just then, a deep metallic thud echoed from behind us. It sounded something like the clang of a bell being struck.

I carried the gongs I had hammered, looking back over my shoulder.

In that instant, every hair on my body stood on end!

Bubbling constantly from the underground river, the copper chains with skulls bearing mud-balls began to pull quickly.

Dozens of round mud balls began to sway back and forth, rhythmically, bumping against the iron chime.

Those colliding skull heads, under the control of some underwater mechanism, began to move autonomously. The chimes started to play a melody from over two thousand years ago on their own.

"Bang."

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"Wow!"

The deep, resonant chimes grew louder and louder, seeming to penetrate to the very depths of my soul. I could feel a shiver run down my spine just listening to them.

At less than 200 meters away, the sound began to make my eyes swell, my heart tighten, and the veins on either side of my temples start to bulge.

I just got a nosebleed and it won't stop, the bleeding is getting worse.

One mole is similar to my situation, with uncontrollable nosebleeds.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her temples bulging with veins, and she shouted in a rage, "Yunfeng, run! We're going to die!"

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Many people don't know that a set of bells themselves don't produce sound. A set of bells vibrates when struck by a hammer. The vibration travels through invisible air as a medium and finally reaches a person's ears.

Thus, it became the system of tuning bells.

Years later, in order to understand the principles behind it, I spent some money pretending to be the director of a Hong Kong arts troupe. I found Professor Wang Dan, a former technical staff member of the National 703 Musical Instrument Factory. Professor Wang Dan was the one who personally led the complete restoration of the Zeng Hou Yi編鐘 set.

So I asked her, under what circumstances, could the sound of a chime kill someone

Professor Wang was very surprised. She asked me why I asked that, and I said it was out of pure curiosity.

Finally, she told me it was possible. She gave an example, saying that someone could shatter a glass with a high-decibel voice, so the bell chime might also be able to.

Looking back now.

This was a deadly concert, with the performers being dozens of skeletons adorned with gilded runes, and the instruments being a set of bronze bells forged from meteoric iron during the Western Zhou Dynasty.

And please let me and Hongjie listen to the master's house.

It must be the time when things are just beginning to sprout.of the thunder. I bent down and used a small stick in the ground to make a triangle, the apex pointing southwest at a forty-five degree angle.I looked at the triangle I had made with twigs and pointe...