Legend of Qingling Dance

Chapter 128 Midnight Magic Bell
The middle-aged people and the young people entered the study one after the other.

"Junior sister, rest early." Lin Hongbi greeted her, stopped Qingning, and gave her a wink.

Qing Ning was taken aback for a moment, then obediently stopped.

Lin Hongbi pulled her into the main room, thought for a moment, and said: "The two of them are nobles in the capital. They stay here for one night and then leave. Be quiet. Don't talk to them if you have nothing to do, stay away from them. They asked you about what happened to Master and Mother before they were alive, and you said that you were young at that time and you don’t remember.”

Qing Ning nodded, but her heart was full of doubts.

Since these two are noble people, they think they are of extraordinary status and have a lot of background, but they don't know why they want to come to their home?

Immediately, he asked in a low voice: "Why do they want to ask about my parents?"

Lin Hongbi frowned slightly: "They were looking for a book. I heard that they were exiled in Xijing back then, and I don't know which Beijing official's house. Now the city is full of people looking for it. It's called "Yinhe Tuzhi", have you heard of it?"

Qing Ning shook her head in a daze: "Illustrated Records of the Yin River? Never heard of it."

These two people came here on a special trip to find books?
Qing Ning seemed to understand a little bit.

Lin Hongbi changed the subject, with an apologetic expression on his face: "My mother has a bad temper, so bear with it. After all, we will live together in the future. You have read a lot of poetry and books, and are gentle and elegant, so why bother with her?"

Mrs. Lin is domineering and absurd, and she is difficult to get along with.

Although Qing Ning was unhappy, she couldn't bear to embarrass him: "Brother, don't worry, it's okay. Auntie is also doing it for my own good."

"I knew a long time ago that Junior Sister is the most reasonable."

Hearing Qing Ning's words, Lin Hongbi looked very relieved: "My mother's temperament is always like this, and sometimes her words are not very pleasant to listen to. The old man is used to thrift, but in fact she is the least evil-hearted. The younger sister will know when she is a director. "

Mother Lin is easy to talk about.

But what about the two "concubines"?

"Then, Yuan Shu and Xiang Shu..." Qing Ning's voice was like a gnat.

"Those two?" Lin Hongbi smiled wryly, and asked her back: "Is this how junior sister spoils senior brother?"

Qing Ning blushed and stopped mentioning it.

Because of the male guest, Lin Hongbi stayed that night.

Qing Ning settled Lin Hongbi in the west wing, and then went back to the east wing with Jingzhi to rest.

Mrs. Lin went to the back room with Yuan Shu and Xiang Shu.

After Lin Hongbi came, the three of them became much quieter at night, and they stopped yelling.

Jing Zhi still felt unhappy in her heart, and she didn't sleep at night, just babbling and complaining endlessly.

Qing Ning fell into a drowsy sleep and got a headache from her noise, so she couldn't help saying: "Master, go to sleep. It's getting late."

"Hush." ​​Jing Zhi suddenly touched her lightly, with a look of horror on his face: "Girl, I seem to have heard something."

Qingning rubbed her eyes, sat up, and listened with Jingzhi for a while.

"Did you hear that?" Jing Zhi asked quietly.

Qing Ning shook her head blankly.

"Ringtone." Jing Zhi reminded her in a low voice, with a panicked look on her face.

Qing Ning listened carefully, and sure enough there was a very faint bell ringing in the night, and she couldn't hear it if she didn't pay attention.

The ringtone was short and long, sometimes crisp, sometimes hoarse, like a person full of resentment whispering non-stop, it sounded very strange.

"This bell can enchant people's souls..." Jingzhi said in horror: "When I was imprisoned in the Wang family, I often heard it. They were ringing the bell while teaching the goddesses to speak. After teaching for a long time, those goddesses turned into wood. Puppet. Otherwise, why would you talk nonsense in front of the Palace of Virtue and burn yourself to death?"

Qing Ning thought for a while, then took a breath: "Could it be witchcraft?"

She also had some fear in her heart, and said suspiciously: "Could it be those two guests in the study? Senior brother asked me to stay away from them."

She glanced behind the bed, where there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror as tall as a person, covered with a light blue curtain.

There is a secret door behind the mirror, leading to the tunnel at home.

When her mother was alive, she had told her that it was her last resort.

Unless life is at stake and it is a last resort, it must not be exposed to others.

So Lin Hongbi didn't know about this authenticity, not even Jingzhi.

It's better to wait and see the situation before talking, and we can't get confused.

Besides, senior brother is still outside.

The two held their breaths and listened for a while, but the ringing gradually died down.

Qing Ning breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems to be gone? Could it be that I heard wrong?"

Jing Zhi shook his head, and said in a low voice: "I will never hear you wrong, my wife. These days, this voice has always been in my nightmares..."

"Ding! Ding Ding Ding! Ding!" The ringtone suddenly became louder, as if it was right next to my ear!

Jing Zhi exploded in his head, showing a look of horror and death, and almost screamed out loud!
Qing Ning quickly covered her mouth!
The ear-piercing bell suddenly rang loudly, like a magic sound piercing through the brain, shaking the window lattices of the house.

In the middle of the night, such a situation was indescribably bizarre and indescribably weird.

Qingning covered Jingzhi's mouth and listened for a while, then suddenly felt his hands sinking, and by the dim moonlight outside the window, he found that Jingzhi was foaming at the mouth and passed out.

This is scary?

Qing Ning quickly pinched her among the people, and then rolled her eyelids to take a look.

Jing Zhi moved, woke up, but couldn't speak, just opened his half-loose eyes, staring at the roof in a daze.

Qing Ning waved his hand in front of her, but she didn't respond.

This situation seems to be a hysterical attack?
The weird ringing continued for a while, and then gradually became lower.

Qing Ning looked at the window lattice in silence. There was not a single figure or sound.

Where the hell is this ringtone coming from?
The voice just now was so sharp, could it be that the senior brother and Mrs. Lin didn't hear it at all?
After a long time, the ringtone completely disappeared.

Qing Ning took out a light lamp from the wooden drawer in front of the window, rubbed it lightly, and the light turned on.

She illuminated it with the spiritual light lamp and held it still, inspected it carefully for half a day, took out a pair of silver needles, and began to give her needles.

"No response. Needling the old witch."

The middle-aged man in the study shook his head, let go of his left hand, put a small bell into his sleeve, and then suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood!

The light was not very bright, and it was faintly visible that his other cuff was slowly oozing blood.

He took a breath, raised his hand slightly, and a burst of black and green light slowly emanated from his hand, falling on him like a drizzle.

The young man glanced at the wall facing the door of the study, his expression worried.

There used to be a painting hanging there.

The painting is neither mountains nor water, nor humans nor birds.I only used an ink pen to apply the background color, and the white space was filled with many winding lines, which looked very weird.

However, at this time, the painting has been turned upside down.

(End of this chapter)