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Yang Su woke up with a severe headache.
As he opened his eyes, he realized he was lying on a bed in an inn. The sky outside was brightening, and the morning light filtered through the worn window panes, casting slanted grids on the floor.
He struggled to recall the events of the previous night: the Underground Altar, the bronze bell, the girl in white, and the appearance of Teacher Li and the others… Everything felt like a dream, but the throbbing at his temples reminded him that it was no illusion.
"You're awake?"
A familiar voice. He turned his head with difficulty and saw Zhou Yue sitting in a wicker chair beside the bed. She looked unwell, dark circles under her eyes.
"What happened to me…"
"I found you behind the bell tower," Zhou Yue said, handing him a glass of water. "You were lying next to that large stone, unconscious."
Yang Su remembered: "The Underground Altar! Teacher Li and them…"
"Don't say anything more," Zhou Yue pressed her hand on his shoulder. "You need to rest now."
"But…"
"I know what you saw," Zhou Yue's voice dropped low. "But it's not time to discuss it yet. They are watching us."
Only then did Yang Su notice voices coming from downstairs. He recognized them; it was Teacher Li's voice.
Zhou Yue pulled out a yellowed envelope from her pocket. "This is something my mother left behind. I've kept it hidden until now; it's time for you to see it."
"You knew something all along?"
"Let's talk when you're feeling better," Zhou Yue tucked the envelope under his pillow. "I'll come back after dark. Remember, don't trust anyone easily."
She stood up to leave but turned back to say, "By the way, today is the third day since you heard the bell."
Once her footsteps faded away, Yang Su reached under his pillow and pulled out the envelope. It was old, with dark brown stains on it.
The letter was written in blue ink, the handwriting somewhat hasty as if penned in extreme panic:
" Yue'er:
By the time you read this letter, I may no longer be here. There are things I must tell you.
The bell sounds are real. The first time I heard it was last autumn; at first it was faint but grew clearer over time. I know what this means—I am one of the chosen ones.
This village harbors a terrible secret. Every thirty years, the bell tolls and takes away those who can hear it. They say this is a Sacrifice meant to appease something, but that is a lie.
The truth lies beneath the bell tower. There is an altar there, and above it hangs a Bronze Bell. This bell was cast during the Qing Dynasty and is said to have been made with the ashes of a virgin mixed with bronze."
The sound of the bell is not just a simple noise; it is an ancient call. It can awaken the special Bloodline hidden within. Your grandmother possessed this Bloodline, which is why she could hear the bell. However, at that time, she did not understand how to control this power and ultimately fell under the influence of the will within the bell, becoming part of the Sacrifice.
They refer to this as 'Yang Zhong.' It is said that the souls of the living are needed to sustain that bell; otherwise, the entire village would suffer. But what is truly terrifying is not the bell itself, but those who guard its secrets.
I have uncovered some information. Li Gensheng and his group are involved in more than just Sacrifices underground; there are even more horrifying things happening. Those White-Clad Women Play are actually…”
The rest of the writing was blurred by ink stains, rendering it unreadable. At the end of the letter, there was another line:
“ Yue'er, I am so sorry for leaving you so early. But you must remember, you are different from others. The reason you can hear the bell without harm is because…”
The remaining content had been torn away.
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