I took the Soul-Reaping Fierce Bell to the entrance and saw that those wandering ghosts had no intention of leaving.
They were still blocking my shop entrance, greedily inhaling the scent of lamp oil, even treating me like thin air...
The sound of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" continued. Some ghosts saw me yet could barely be bothered to acknowledge me.
Two of them were even more outrageous. They stood right in front of me and took two deep sniffs.
Then they said disdainfully:
"What a strong wildcat smell!"
"It reeks! I hate cats the most!"
"..."
Had these wandering ghosts not seen what had happened inside earlier?
They clearly didn't take me seriously. Even seeing me standing at the entrance, they had no intention of leaving.
I didn't want to waste another word on them. Holding the bell in my right hand, I immediately began shaking it.
In an instant, a crisp ringing sounded—the fierce bell chimed, ring, ring, ring.
The moment the sound appeared, it rang through the entire street and spread in every direction.
The wandering ghosts standing outside my door all widened their eyes. Their bodies violently trembled, their features twisted on the spot, and painful expressions appeared on their faces.
Clutching their ears, they began screaming...
"Ah!"
"It hurts!"
"It hurts so much, it hurts..."
"Stop shaking it, stop shaking it!"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
"Stop ringing it! Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"
"..."
Within two seconds of the bell ringing, every ghost on the street let out piercing screams. They staggered about or collapsed directly to the ground, rolling around without end.
At the same time, I sensed how extraordinary the Soul-Reaping Fierce Bell truly was.
Though I had shaken the bell and activated its intimidating effect,
the bell's drain on its