The madness on Rong Lanxi's face gradually subsided, and her expression became normal.
Yang Zimei pulled her up from the ground.
"I'm sorry, I forgot that your situation is special."
For a real person, this small bell can calm the mind and calm the mind, but if it is slightly contaminated with Yin energy, it will be different.
In a sense, Rong Lanxi is a half-yin and half-yang person. When she hears the bell, the half of the yin will be torn away from her body, so she becomes very uncomfortable, just like Zhen that day.
The son is the same as the master.
"Sister, what on earth is that thing of yours? The sound is so loud that it's scary!"
Rong Lanxi asked puzzledly.
"A strange little clock."
Yang Zimei himself didn't know the meaning of the little bell, so it was difficult to explain it to Rong Lanxi.
"Is it the Donghuang Bell?"
Grandpa Zhuge speculated boldly on the side, "Since you can have King Li Tian's Haotian Tower, it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't have ancient artifacts like the Donghuang Bell."
Yang Zi raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue.
She knew that the iron tower and the little bell were unusual, but she had never thought that they might be so unusual.
"I want to try and see if I can make some noise."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at Yang Zimei expectantly.
Yang Zimei glanced at Lan Xi and asked her to stay here.
She and Grandpa Zhuge walked out of the hut, walked a little farther away, and handed the little clock to him.
Grandpa Zhuge enthusiastically picked up the small clock and shook it gently.
I thought it would make a pleasant sound like the one Yang Zimei shook just now.
Who knows, no matter how much he shakes it, the little bell seems to be mute and refuses to hum no matter what.
"Why can't I shake it?"
Grandpa Zhuge looked at Xiao Zhong suspiciously, "Are you the only one in the world who can use it?"
Yang Zimei really didn't know about this situation. After getting this small clock from Grandpa Ming Gang, she was the only one who used it.
She thought that everyone was the same.
Grandpa Zhuge also called Zhuge Mingzhu.
As a result, Zhuge Mingzhu could not shake it.
It would be the same if it was Yonghwa.
As for Rong Lanxi, when she saw the little bell and thought of the pain of being torn apart just now, it was like seeing a ghost, and she refused to touch it no matter what.
Yang Zimei didn't force herself.
"It seems that only you can activate the sound of this little clock. Once again, it proves that you may not be human."
Grandpa Zhuge said from the side.
"Old sir, what you said is wrong. Niu Niu is my granddaughter. Our Rong family and Zeng family have been ordinary people for generations. How can we not be inhuman?"
Ronghe was anxious on the side.
"Boy Rong He, look at her, from head to toe, how does she look like an ordinary person? She will be your granddaughter, Rong He. It is probably because of the good deeds of your ancestors, and the gods descended from heaven are in your family."
Grandpa Zhuge glared at Rong He and said.
"Haha, grandpa, you are wrong. I am really an ordinary person, and I have extraordinary behavior. That is because of some of my encounters."
Yang Zimei said with a smile from the side.
No one knows her ordinary blood better than she does.
I just don’t know why I was chosen by God to be reborn. I guess it’s because of my ancestors’ merits, or maybe it’s because God takes pity on me.
"Maybe."
Grandpa Zhuge nodded, "This world may also change because of your opportunity. If I stay here any longer, I am really sorry for myself and the Zhuge family."