I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 50 Ancient Tree

The bell tower had been renovated, and it was said that the ancient bell tower had been transformed into a tourist attraction, but the traces of modern renovation could not be concealed no matter what.

But what about this one in front of us?

Dilapidated and rustic.

There are gaps in many places on the outer wall of the clock tower.

Some areas were pitch black, as if they had been burned by fire.

In some places, there were large clumps of foul-smelling stains, like traces of blood that had been spilled and dried.

In some places, there are marks from being cut by a sharp weapon, and there are also gaps from being hit by heavy objects.

In some places...

It looked like a stronghold that had been repeatedly fought over on a battlefield, with even the ancient clock on the second floor tilted to the side on the floor.

The bell was also on the ground, broken in two.

This is the ruins left behind on a devastated battlefield!

Against this somber backdrop, a female lead in a brightly colored theatrical costume, with long hair flowing down her shoulders, stands out conspicuously by the railing on the second floor.

Moreover, this female impersonator was wearing a mask that Li Jun recognized very well:

The Great Sage Mask!

"That's... the mask on Lin Yuan's face?"

Lin Yuan's face was already bare; the mask had long since disappeared. Li Jun hadn't thought of this direction before, but now, the mask appeared on the face of the person who seemed to be a vengeful ghost.

Is there a story behind this mask?

"My body remains the same... my soul remains the same..."

The charming opera singing came from the actor's mouth and carried far in the darkness.

The actors began performing on the clock tower amidst the ruins of this battlefield. Although it was a very smooth opera, Li Jun could only make out these two lines.

It was strange, but Li Jun didn't sense anything unusual.

On the contrary, Wang Xiaoming, hiding in the body bag, couldn't hear anything at all, which clearly meant that the opera itself represented some kind of supernatural phenomenon.

"Thump!"

At the appointed time, the fallen ancient bell and the broken bell pestle suddenly returned to their original positions, and at the same time, a man in black robes appeared, holding the bell pestle and beginning to strike the bell.

As the bell rang, the beautiful actress paused in her movements.

The remaining red ghost candle in Li Jun's hand also burst into flames at this moment, but Li Jun was completely unaware of it.

His pupils had disappeared, leaving only two green will-o'-the-wisps dancing in his eye sockets.

Soon, the red ghost candle in Li Jun's hand burned out completely, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness once again.

But the beautiful opera singer's voice was still there, and the bell tolled, not stopping as punctually as before, but echoing continuously.

Moreover, in the distance, bells rang out one after another.

In this city, one after another, clock towers exactly like those in the center of the lake have been erected. Unlike the scattered ones that Lin Yuan saw when he came by motorcycle, there are four or five of them on almost every street.

These clock towers are scattered throughout the city like stars.

Whenever the clock tower in the center of the lake rings, all the clock towers scattered throughout the city are simultaneously rung by a bell ringer in black robes.

But on each of these clock towers, the figures of bright and beautiful actresses also appeared one after another.

The opera singing and the sound of bells intertwined.

The two sounds are clearly discordant, yet they seem to blend together perfectly.

"It seems they are going to fail."

In an ordinary apartment building in the west of the city, a figure sat quietly in the living room of room number four on the fourth floor. It was pitch black, and only a blurry figure could be seen.

Peng Anxiao!

This is her home, or rather, her real home is this neighborhood, this building, this room, except that her parents and her brother are not here, only her.

The sound of the bell, which would normally make her stiffen at the slightest touch, no longer affected her.

She slowly got up, her movements stiff and unnatural, accompanied by the sound of a withered tree breaking. Without hesitation, she opened the door and left.

……

"This time, we really miscalculated."

Inside the body bag, Wang Xiaoming couldn't hear any sounds from outside, but he could see that the light of the red ghost candle had disappeared, and neither Li Jun nor Lin Yuan responded to his calls.

Everything is over.

Wang Xiaoming felt no fear, only regret and worry. "Xiaoqiang has made too many enemies, and without me around, headquarters will definitely reduce its support for him. And Fang Shiming in my circle of friends will definitely target Xiaoqiang as revenge for my betrayal. I hope he's smart enough to go into hiding and escape this mess... Wait, what's that sound?"

A series of chaotic noises arose, as if someone was coming, but the footsteps sounded strange, like the sound of tree branches falling to the ground.

A thought suddenly flashed through Wang Xiaoming's mind: "Peng Anxiao?"

"It's me, Professor Wang." Peng Anxiao walked to the body bag. His face, which had almost completely turned into a withered tree, only had a pair of eyes that still remained bright and lively.

"Do you have a solution?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

Peng Anxiao did not answer immediately; she simply squatted down and picked up Lin Yuan, who was still unconscious.

Now, the cycling outfit she always wore has disappeared, but there is no sense of romance about it, simply because she no longer has a normal human body.

Now, she is just like the treant in the game, her whole body has turned into withered branches.

Just like a withered tree that has come to life and taken human form, it is precisely because of this state of being on the verge of a ghost's resurrection, and the special nature of the withered ghost branch she wields, that she is temporarily immune to the influence of the bell tolling and the opera singing.

Please take good care of my parents.

"good!"

Peng Anxiao closed her eyes, and her entire body was completely replaced by withered branches. At the same time, these withered branches in human form seemed to regain their vitality and began to grow wildly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a century-old tree rose from the ground, exuding a chilling aura in the darkness.

……

"kill!!!"

Lin Yuan beheaded the enemy in front of him with a single slash, then pulled out the broken sword that had been split in two during the long battle, and breathed heavily.

The surrounding area was littered with corpses, some of enemies and some of their comrades.

But all those standing there, except for him, looked around and saw only enemies.

"This time, I might really be going to die."

Lin Yuan wasn't afraid; he just glanced back.

Behind him stood a solitary two-story clock tower. On the second floor of the clock tower, a brightly dressed actress wearing a Monkey King mask stood in front of the railing, looking down at him.

Another bell ringer in black robes, clutching his mallet tightly, rammed his head against the blood-stained bell.

"Thump!"

As the bells tolled, a beautiful actress spoke, her voice melodious and pleasant, devoid of sorrow, only displaying a carefree and serene tone, "My lord, please depart, I... will follow soon~"