I became a cannon fodder villain. If I want to survive, I must take care of my baby first.

There was something strange about asking someone to look at her own corpse, even if the person was a genuine Holy Spirit.

"This is Shuiyue Canglan. The flow of time inside is much slower than in the outside world. It is generally used to store food. Before we figure out the origin of this corpse, it is most appropriate to store it here." Ru Jing brought everyone to a snow-white lobby.

There is thick snow everywhere, but it is surprisingly not cold.

It feels like a cold storage, but also a little different. It may be another masterpiece left by the builders of the bell tower.

Shuiyue Canglan was filled with food everywhere, and it was obviously used as a storage room.

Putting a corpse here always feels a bit out of place.

"Shengyin, do you have any impression of this body?" Manjushage looked at Zhong Ling Shengyin beside her.

She shook her head. "To be honest, if I hadn't seen my own body with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to believe... No, I should say that even if the facts were right in front of me, I couldn't help but doubt whether this was true."

The Holy Spirit is a creature born from pure and powerful magic, and is hailed as the darling of the world because of its characteristics.

Be it identity or responsibility, these have been deeply imprinted in Zhong Ling Shengyin's mind since the moment she gained self-awareness. She never knew that in the bell tower that gave birth to her, there was a body exactly like hers.

The long, smooth orange hair and petite figure, except for the pale face, are exactly the same as Zhong Ling Shengyin in front of her.

"This corpse has been kept in the statue for four hundred years. Could it be some kind of ritual to create a holy spirit?" Manjushage couldn't help but guess.

"We know very little about the Holy Spirit, so it is normal to encounter unexpected situations." Ru Jing accepted it quite quickly.

What she said made sense. The Holy Spirit was a legendary being that had not been seen for thousands of years and there were very few documents to refer to.

Twenty years ago, we finally had a clear Holy Spirit individual like Yan Fei, the Holy Spirit of Fire, but his existence was very short-lived. He disappeared without a trace before humans even had time to understand him.

Manjushage secretly made up her mind that she would find Carlos to discuss it when she had the chance. After all, she was a person blessed by the Holy Spirit.

"As far as I know, the conditions for the birth of a Holy Spirit, one of the few powerful creatures in the world, are not complicated. The real difficulty lies in the process."

Zhong Ling Shengyin carefully searched the vague memories in his mind, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation:

"It will take a very long time for the world to nurture a consciousness that can control this powerful force, create a body, and grant it the corresponding mission and omnipotence. Even if the Holy Spirit dies, as long as the obsession is strong enough, it can still be resurrected thousands of years later."

"So, the builder of the bell tower may have understood the truth. This bell tower is the furnace he built to create the Holy Spirit. And that body is the container of the bell spirit and holy sound?" Doyle suddenly became interested and boldly used his imagination to speculate.

Ru Jing listened and further analyzed: "But there was some error in this process, which caused Sheng Yin to not obtain a body. That's why she became a holy spirit that lost its normal existence."

Everyone's expressions seemed a little subtle. From this perspective, isn't Zhong Ling Sheng Yin a failure?

I wonder if she herself would feel frustrated by this.

"Error? I think it is an inevitable result." Zhong Ling Shengyin's expression did not change much, she didn't seem to care about it.

"Why do you think so?" Thesis, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

"I just have this vague feeling." Zhong Ling Shengyin smiled. The incomplete state seemed to make her lose some of her cognition of herself, but she still had some impression.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Luo Shiqi, can you feel the existence of the artifact now?" She looked into Luo Shiqi's overly beautiful golden eyes, and her voice rang like a steady bell, which was particularly pleasant to the ear.

"No." Luo Shiqi shook his head.

"I think so too. After all, I have been staying in the bell tower before you came, but I have never seen that holy object. I think it should have been gone for a long time." Zhong Ling Shengyin looked distressed. He must have spent a lot of effort searching for related memories in his mind.

But even so, Manjushage still refused to give up this hard-earned clue: "When were you born exactly?"

"It was about forty years ago. At that time, your mother was probably not born yet. I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding." Zhong Ling Shengyin said helplessly.

She also wanted to help. After all, Luo Shiqi and Manjushage were the few people who could see her. This wonderful fate alone was enough to make her want to work hard to find the artifact hidden in the bell tower.

Sadly, however, there doesn't seem to be anything of the sort here.

"Could it be that the location my father gave is actually wrong, and the place we should really care about is Lengyue Ridge?" Manjushage couldn't help but start thinking about the possibility that Sen En had made a mistake from the beginning.

After all, they had run into Lengyue Ridge without any warning, chasing the reaction caused by the artifact.

In the end, he saw nothing and accidentally broke into Dracula William's castle.

"Shengyin, you said before, 'It's been a long time since I last met someone face to face like this.' Could it be that someone could see you before?" At this time, Luo Shiqi asked as if he suddenly remembered something.

"It was twenty years ago, before the riots, I met two friends. They could only see me and hear my voice. Only when two people hold hands like you do can they fully perceive my presence." Zhong Ling Shengyin became particularly cheerful when talking about his friends.

"What about now, are they okay?" Looking at Zhong Ling Shengyin's nostalgic expression, it was clear that something happened after the riot that caused them to separate.

"I can feel their presence, but I haven't seen them for twenty years, and I don't know how they are doing." Zhong Ling Shengyin's tone was relatively flat, and no sadness could be heard in her voice.

"Maybe he started a new life somewhere else. After all, it's amazing that he could survive the riot." Luo Shiqi comforted him softly.

Doyle sounded somewhat dissatisfied: "But you should come back to see them anyway. Aren't you lonely when they are not here?"

"That's not the case. We have a very good relationship." Zhong Ling Shengyin hurriedly explained: "I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but it was actually my suggestion not to let them come back."

The more Manjushage listened, the more puzzled she became: "What on earth is going on?"

"In short, we have a good relationship, but we just haven't had the chance to meet. And I have a feeling that one of them will come back soon." It should have been a very happy thing, but Zhong Ling Shengyin didn't seem happy at all.

"But, don't you feel lonely here alone?" Luo Shiqi remembered clearly that Zhong Ling Shengyin said that she could not leave the bell tower and had not been able to communicate with anyone for twenty years. The thought of it was terrifying.

"A little bit, but I'm not alone. You may find it strange that I occasionally hear other people singing, the same song I just sang." Zhong Ling Shengyin said happily.

"Oh, that song is really beautiful! Can you sing it again? I want Lycoris radiata to hear it too." Luo Shiqi seemed very excited.

"Ah, I always feel embarrassed to sing in front of so many people." Zhong Ling Shengyin seemed a little timid.

Having said that, she was still deeply moved that someone could hear her singing again after twenty years.

Zhong Ling Shengyin cleared his throat and began to sing.

As the Holy Spirit of the bell tower, she has a unique voice.

The song is full of unfamiliar words, as if it were an ancient poem passed down from ancient times.

At the same time, the bells rang.

It should have been a slightly sad song, but Zhong Ling Shengyin's emotions were exceptionally high, and every syllable was filled with amazing vitality.

Even the slightly dull bell sounds became extraordinarily lively.

As she listened, ripples began to form in Manjushage's heart.

I seem to have heard the tune of this song somewhere before.

The melodious music overlaps with the memories in my mind.

The same mysterious song, but conveys a different mood.

"Mom, I don't want to go to bed yet. Can you stay with me for a while?"

"Okay, then mommy will sing a song for Mansa, and you will go to sleep obediently, okay?"

"Great!"

Those are warm memories that are locked away.

Just a few words moved her to tears.

What kind of painful past made me want to escape even at the cost of forgetting my mother?