My daughter has been possessed.

Chapter 23 The Morning Bell Hall

After Li Jiuhe was stabbed twice by Li Yi, given the sharpness of the silver spoon dagger, he had no chance of survival.

But strange things are still happening!

His figure, lying on the ground, quickly turned into a wisp of smoke, which was instantly absorbed into the nearby Morning Bell.

Then the morning bell twitched, turning from a tilted position to a perfectly upright one, just like a person who had been starving for a long time suddenly devouring a very satisfying meal.

Li Yi saw Li Jiuhe being drugged clearly, but her expression didn't change at all, as if she thought it was a matter of course.

After she saw the morning bell rise on the 27th, she cautiously reached out and touched it.

After confirming that there were no further problems, she quickly picked up Chenzhong and ran to a motorcycle parked not far away.

This is a racing motorcycle with an exquisite design. The rider is wearing a glossy black racing helmet, and the engine is humming softly. He has been waiting here for a long time.

After Li Yi approached, the driver reached out and pulled her down behind him to sit down. Li Yi then hugged the driver.

Immediately, the motorcycle roared and charged toward the museum entrance.

The staff chased after the motorcycle for a while, but they got further and further apart and could only watch helplessly as it sped away.

The parking lot at the museum's main gate couldn't stop the motorcycles at all; they sped off onto the main road and quickly disappeared from sight.

"There's one more person. That person just ran out, where did they go?"

The young staff member who had chased Li Jiuhe from the second-floor lobby all the way outside looked surprised and searched around, but could no longer find him.

"Call the police immediately!"

"Seal off the main gate first."

"Check the surveillance footage to see where the other person went."

Chaos erupted inside the museum.

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thump—

A sound as clear as a morning bell or evening drum entered Li Jiuhe's ears, shaking him to his core.

His consciousness seemed to have fallen into an abyss, but was awakened by the sound of the bell and quickly pulled back to reality.

The text I had seen before came to mind.

The second and seventh days mark the beginning and end of the lunar month, dividing day and night, yin and yang.

A fool who peers into the cracks of time will ultimately meet a tragic end beneath the bell.

Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel the pain in his body. The pain was coming from his abdomen and heart, and it was pulling at the pain receptors in his brain in waves.

Only then did Li Jiuhe realize that he had been tricked.

The transmigrator who possessed his daughter had been carrying out a near-perfect plan from the moment he transmigrated, and he was just one part of that plan.

Even when Li Yi deliberately ran away from home, it was to provoke him to come out and look for her, not to intentionally avoid him.

Because she had already guessed that Li Jiuhe would definitely use the "Two-Seven Morning Bell" as a pretext to find her, and might even use the ability to define tasks to snatch the "Two-Seven Morning Bell" and deliberately provoke her to appear.

This all looks like a scheme within a scheme!

For Li Jiuhe, he seemed to have the upper hand during this period, which frightened Li Yi into thinking that she could no longer hide the truth and caused her to run away from home.

But in reality, Li Yi was very clear about his abilities, and she outsmarted him at every turn.

Li Jiuhe believed that even if he hadn't completed his task, and even if he could reset it, Li Yi should have a corresponding follow-up plan to deal with it.

She deliberately possessed her own daughter, impersonated Li Yi from twenty years in the future, and was well aware of her own sequence abilities.

This person had him figured out from the very beginning!

In contrast, Li Jiuhe still doesn't know what the other party's purpose is. It's as if he's been blindfolded by a giant drum, and can only be manipulated by the other party without being able to break through.

"So am I...dead now?"

After a long while, Li Jiuhe finally came to his senses from his dazed state.

His mind was a jumbled mess, which made him suddenly suspect that there was an underworld after people died. Otherwise, why would he still have his memories and be able to think?

He struggled to open his eyes and found everything in front of him unfamiliar.

He was curled up in a spacious hall, with cold stone slabs beneath him.

The main hall has a blue brick dome, covered in ancient marks, with spider webs hanging among the tattered prayer flags, and several large pillars supporting the roof beams.

On a high platform not far away are three tall, dilapidated Buddha statues covered in dust, their original features no longer discernible.

In front of the Buddha statue were several bronze incense burners, their contents overflowing with incense ash, and the table was a mess.

Li Jiuhe struggled to sit up, glanced at his injuries, and found that the wounds were a bloody mess. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be alive in this state.

The situation is somewhat strange.

"Could my current situation be related to that morning bell on the 27th?"

I recalled the ancient and eerie text that came to mind.

The thought had barely formed when suddenly the entire hall trembled, a buzzing sound arose, accompanied by the shaking of the ground, as if a giant millstone was slowly turning.

Feeling as if the entire hall was about to collapse, Li Jiuhe dared not stay there any longer. He quickly braced himself with his hands on the ground and managed to stand up. Clutching his wound, he stumbled and walked out of the hall.

Stepping out of the main hall, I walked a few steps forward and came to a flat area paved with bluestone bricks. I turned around and looked back at the main hall.

His pupils then contracted, and he saw that there was not just one main hall, but another Buddhist hall that was almost identical next to it.

In the distance, the sun rises on the horizon, revealing a rosy glow.

The grand hall he had just run out of was eerily plunging into darkness, losing its luster, and the entire building quickly became lifeless and deathly gray.

Meanwhile, the adjacent, identical hall gradually brightened as the sunlight shone through, dispelling the darkness that had enveloped it.

As dawn broke, the main hall was fully illuminated, and the two characters "Chen Dian" (Morning Hall) were clearly visible on the plaque above the gate.

On the plaque of the hall that had just darkened, the words "Haunted Hall" could be faintly seen.

At the same time, a bell rang out, almost deafeningly loud, right in the square where Li Jiuhe was standing.

Li Jiuhe experienced tinnitus instantly and instinctively covered his ears. At that moment, even the pain from his wounds disappeared.

Turning my head, I noticed a huge clock standing in the middle of the square.

The clock's design is exactly the same as the 27th morning bell he had seen, except that it has been enlarged many times and is about four meters tall.

"The morning bell of the 27th?!"

At this moment, Li Jiuhe was certain that he had indeed been sucked into the Morning Bell of the Second Seventh Day.

He simply didn't know whether he entered after he died or at the moment before he died.

His wounds had clearly stopped worsening, leaving him in a very mysterious state.

Looking around, all that could be seen in this place was the square with the morning bell and two grand halls not far away; nothing else.

It looks like he's trapped here.

At this moment, Li Jiuhe completely understood why the transmigrator who possessed his daughter wanted him to obtain the Morning Bell of the Second Seventh Day first.

Because the Morning Bell is a special sequence item, it has the ability to devour other sequence users, and he himself has obviously become cannon fodder. After being devoured by the Morning Bell, the transmigrator can take the Morning Bell itself without any obstacles.

Looking again at that ashen, dark palace, the scene seemed familiar; it was the same hallucination he had when he first arrived at the museum.