The melodious bell chimes gradually faded away, vanishing into the void like wisps of smoke, yet the hearts of Zhang Yue, Lin Wan'er, and the old man remained suspended, unable to settle for a long time.
"What on earth is going on here? Why did that monstrous bird run off?" Zhang Yue furrowed his brows, looking entirely bewildered. Tall and robust like an iron tower, his bronze skin gleamed faintly in the dim light, as if coated with a mysterious halo. His broad shoulders seemed capable of bearing a thousand pounds, and his thick eyebrows and large eyes revealed the unstoppable drive of a newborn calf that fears no tiger. As he spoke, he scratched his messy hair, a few strands stubbornly standing on end, making him look all the more disheveled.
Lin Wan'er gently patted her chest, trying to calm her pounding heart. Her pretty face still bore a trace of lingering pallor, the once rosy cheeks now drained of color like a sheet of white paper. Her large eyes blinked anxiously, resembling a frightened little rabbit, evoking deep pity. "Brother Yue, I don't know either, but these chimes came about so strangely." Her voice carried a hint of trembling, like a fallen leaf in the wind, and her delicate frame shivered slightly.
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