"Seventh Sister, give it to me, quick."
The bell was tossed like an embroidered courtship ball into the soul-sound grass's grasp, then passed to Qing Mo. But Little White Ball's tail accidentally brushed it, and the demonic sound rang out again. Qian Wanyu immediately told Little White Ball to move farther away from the bell, but it was no use.
The bell was like a sensor. No matter how far away Little White Ball went, it seemed able to detect the creature.
"My heavens!"
Little Lecher and the Pig Immortal Grass snatched the bell back, one after the other, and deposited it in the space where Little Light stayed.
Dongfang Minghui clutched her head. "Seventh Sister, you'd better not touch it next time."
The sound had already been irritating before. Just now, it had exploded in her soul sea, leaving everything she heard buzzing in her head even now.
Qian Wanyu was a little embarrassed, but this incident had given them a chance to study the bell's construction. "The sound really is grating. We'll study it after we return to Ding Ding's Cauldron."
"Lord Mo Jun of Spring Breeze Hall is coming out to see a patient. All bystanders, step back three meters."
Upon hearing this, the crowd packed so tightly around Spring Breeze Hall that not even water could trickle through immediately stepped back. With everyone retreating, Dongfang Minghui and Qian Wanyu had no choice but to follow.
"There's hope now."
"That shopkeeper is unlucky. This is already the third case this month. Every time, they have to call in Lord Mo Jun."
"Yes."
"I heard Lord Mo Jun hasn't been seeing patients lately. I wonder what's happened."
Dongfang Minghui listened to their intermittent chatter. The name mentioned most often was Mo Jun, the potion master of Spring