The bell rings all night, and the sun rises.

The people in Havalizhe City knelt in their yard all night, and waited until the bell stopped abruptly. Everyone raised their heads, their red and swollen eyes hurt by the morning sun.

The bells that night were terrible, like thunder, and sometimes quick and slow. The bells that night were very special, coming suddenly and going in a hurry. Everyone did not hear the long tail of calling for offerings as usual. They were still kneeling on the ground. The bolder young people looked up and looked around. The elderly who were extremely pious raised their hands, trembling and tears were flowing.

They thought that the bell must be a symbol of the wrath of God Hu, so that they were unwilling to accept their offerings. But if God Hu was unwilling to accept their offerings, where would their food and drink belong to them?

When the sun crawled through the air, someone finally stood up, his knees weakened and fell to the ground.

There was the first one and the second one. Everyone got up from the ground one after another, supported each other and returned home, sighing and feeling anxious.

People living in the inner city thought of the king, the monks and prophets in the white walls, and walked out of the house, but were frightened to find that the street in front of them was charred, and the outer wall of the palace had disappeared in large sections. The palace guards who arrived were staring at the mounds on the ground in confusion.

People in the outer city also thought of the king, monks and prophets, but they did not dare to cross the arch that divided the inner and outer cities, but just looked at the portraits on the walls on the street with trembling eyes, and exchanged surprise glances with each other.

The portrait of this elf has only been posted in the city for a night, and all of them have seen it. Two blood and tears are flowing down the corners of the eyes of the person on the painting, sad and sad, and the viewers are all in a state of palpitations.

The city is in a state of depression, and everyone is in danger, but there is a place full of vitality. The grass spreads from outside the city gate to the inside, with flowers blooming and fragrant all over the path.

Seeing this scene, Havali was stunned and couldn't help but kneel down again, facing the east. The east was the direction of the Hu god, the palace, and the direction that the man walked by and disappeared.

At the same time, a thunderous news came from the palace and was sent to every corner of the city by the devout Havali philosopher

The bell rang all night, and the king died suddenly, his back was burnt and festered, and he leaned on the ground in a kneeling posture, motionless, and his whole face seemed to be stuck to the ground.

Sinner! This is the sinner! The Havali philosopher, who was deeply taught by God of Hu, immediately found the cause of this bizarre and sudden death, and also found the cause of the magical changes in the city.

"How is it outside?"

In the restaurant in the inner city that had been bought by Xingtianxia, ​​Song Qing sat upright and drank tea, looking at the person entering the door and asked with a smile.

These are a few women wearing long robes and black veils. After entering the door, they immediately pulled the veil to breathe. They took off the cloth scarf wrapped around their heads and replied with a smile.

"Of course it's very messy, the effect is even better than we imagined. Many people have begun to doubt the identity of a girl every day."

"We said that the king likes young girls, but unfortunately the people here have no objection to this. Fortunately, Sister Lizi is fast anyway, and she is a girl every day, which aroused the anger of these people." A young woman with a round face replied. It seemed that she was very dissatisfied with the concept of people here.

"Thank you hard," Song Qing bowed his hand after hearing the chattering reports of these people.

"It's not hard or hard, can you really rescue the president if you do this?"

"Yes, Songqing, if you have any bad intentions to delay time, be careful I will beat you up!" The sister Lizi raised her fist, stared at her beautiful eyes and threatened.

In order not to make people suspicious, they also hang out and knelt for the middle of the night. At this moment, their legs hurt and their knees were sore. When they saw Song Qing, a guy who had always been fussy, they wanted to kick and move their joints.

Song Qing immediately begged for mercy, and the eldest lady coaxed the few people away, sitting alone in the room, with his lips raised, and humming a small song in a good mood.

This place is indeed simple and simple.

Women cover their faces, wrap their heads, and express their respect for Hu Shen, and the locals will regard them as their own people. No one cares about who they are after the veil, and what kind of thoughts they have in the appearance of piety.

The changes in the city were naturally caused by Song Qing’s men. But he didn’t know the changes in the palace.

Song Qing left the palace shortly after the bell rang last night. When she left, she specially greeted Hassan VI and the escorts of the ministers, but everyone was waiting for the decree of Hu God, and no one paid attention to him.

The guards at the palace gate could also testify for this. Although they did not look up, Lord Songqing said hello before leaving, and they still heard it.

It would be great if I could know what was happening in the temple. Song Qing thought with a little regret.

He felt that this was related to Nian Nian, but all the messages sent to Nian Nian were like stones and no reply was left. He also tried to send a message to Qi Youfeng, but he also could not get any reply.

Could these two people be looking for a place to date? Song Qing smacked her lips and wondered whether to send another message to congratulate her.

At this moment, Zheng Qi led a man to come hurriedly, stood in front of Song Qing and nodded slightly, and made a mistake and said nothing.

Song Qing knew that Zheng Qi was too lazy to be polite and polite to him. The things he had planned in the palace before would probably make this person have a very bad impression of him.

"You two are here..." Song Qing asked with a smile.

"There is news in the palace." Another person replied.

This is Wu Jian of the Qilin Army. Xianglai was taciturn and had a very weak sense of existence until last night.

Before leaving for a surrender, he should have comforted the members of Xingtianxia and discussed with the three members of the Qilin Army.

He was imprisoned at this time because his fellow travelers assassinated the king every year. But when Song Qing came back, everyone had no complaints about his actions, but they all spoke in unison to attack the stupid people and culture of this country.

The Kirin Army, who was good at setting up a formation against the enemy, had already left the city and met with the soldiers stationed outside the city just in case.

The ordinary Wu Jian said a few words to Song Qing calmly, and after he was shocked, he went down to rest without expression.

The first sentence I know what you did in the palace.

The second sentence is finished. I will help you with the final work.

Zheng Qi then told him with a complicated expression that Wu Jian sent scouts and guards to follow him into the palace after he left this year, and is still hiding in a corner of the palace to inquire about the news.

The military orders of the Kirin Army players are very similar to an additional skill. The military orders of Mushi directly turn Songqing's guard into elite soldiers who are well-trained and killed enemies head-on, while the military orders of Wu can turn Songqing's guard into a scout with comprehensive quality and mysterious whereabouts.

The player level affects the number of skill coverage and the quality of individual soldiers. The effect of commanding their own Qilin Army and forcing other troops is naturally different. However, the only soldiers they brought into the city were Song Qing's twenty guards, which in Wu Jian's view, "barely available."

When she learned that her bodyguard had been transferred again, Song Qing deeply felt the malice from the game. The guards assigned to him were not here to protect him, but they were obviously here to serve as a reserve team for him.

The sense of security suddenly dropped, and Song Qing did not walk alone anymore. She calmly discussed the follow-up matters with Zheng Qi, adding several scenery to Havalizhe City overnight.

"Is there any change in the palace?" Song Qing asked Wu Jian to sit down and brought him a cup of tea with his own hands.

"The ministers have decided to ask the prophets and start God's choice of a new king."

"Prophet? There is such a person in the city?" Song Qing was stunned.

"Yes." Wu Jian nodded and said nothing.

The ministers had not sent anyone to find the prophet yet, and he did not know where this man was, what he did, and what he looked like.

Song Qing was in a bad mood again. Why did things always appear in some unexpected variables? God chose the new king, and Hu Shen would definitely not choose it himself. Then the process and result of the God's choice have a lot of room for operation, but now there is an authority called the prophet, and there will definitely be no more places where Song Qing can take advantage of loopholes.

"After finding the prophet, are you going to kill someone?" Zheng Qi spoke, half ridiculed.

"No, there is no right excuse for the time being." Song Qing shook her head and said calmly.

"Look first, see how this prophet explains the reason for the king's sudden death." Wu Jian said calmly.

Zheng Qi glanced at him. The implication was that if the explanation given by the prophet did not match their expectations, he could start killing him?

"General Zheng." Zheng Qi turned his head and looked at Song Qing.

"Please contact Niannian and ask her how it is now and whether anything else has happened later."

"You are trying to ask if the bell last night had anything to do with her." Zheng Qi bluntly pointed out Song Qing's true intentions.

"Yes." Song Qing nodded calmly.

"It's her knocking."

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Niannian and Qi Youfeng entered the temple and realized how strange it was.

From outside the door, the golden bell was framed in the middle by a semicircular arch. It looked quite small, but it would never be like now. As soon as you approach, you will step up and raise your head, and you can't even see the top.

When they walked into the door and stepped onto the seemingly endless corridor, they knew that the temple was probably really a bit magical.

After all, from the outside, this temple will never have a corridor that is more than a thousand meters long.

There shouldn't be a big clock that is up to 100 meters high.

The corridor is open, candlelight sways, and mirrors are inlaid on both sides. The mirrors are reflected infinitely, as if an endless loop of folding space, the light and darkness are permanently intercepted, extending to the endless end of the eyesight.

Every year, I feel dizzy and dizzy when I walk in.

The vision of the elves is too sensitive to colors. The infinitely reflected light is infinitely visual information, instantly impacting the brain and blocking the processor, and her eyes are filled with blurred spots.

Every Nian immediately closed her eyes, her temples leaped and moved her nerves, and her eyes were filled with dizzy light.

"Can't open your eyes?" Qi Youfeng grabbed Niannian's hand and asked softly.

This is a place where people dare not speak loudly.

"The mirror reflects so well, the eyes hurt." Niannian covered her eyes tightly with her other hand.

"I'll pull you away, I feel fine."

Every year, I opened one eye, covered my five fingers and opened it a crack, and then closed my eyes immediately.

It takes time to sort out the color information here, but before that, she will definitely hit the wall first, so don't make things difficult for herself.

Feeling Nian holding his hand back, Qi Youfeng smiled and walked towards the big bell step by step.

After walking for twenty minutes, he counted his steps every year, and occasionally glanced through his fingers. He saw Qi Youfeng with a look of vigilance, holding her hand tightly with his left hand and a scimitar tightly with his right hand.

This place is so strange, no wonder Brother Feng is nervous. Nian pursed his lips, hid his smile in his eyes, and shook his right hand gently.

The two of them walked side by side, and Nian Nian finally saw the end of the corridor through their fingers. When their eyes turned, they were caught by Qi Youfeng's gaze.

He covered his eyes every year, and his palms blocked half of his face.

Qi Youfeng took a few steps, but did not hear a prompt to open his eyes. He moved his palm away every year and looked at Qi Youfeng.

"You don't remind me." Niannian turned her head and muttered.

"I thought you didn't want to open your eyes." Qi Youfeng replied jokingly, pulling the big clock in front of him with great strides.

"Is this thing wrong?" Niannian's mood declined and she couldn't help but exclaim.
To be continued...