Unexpectedly, Lamba didn't continue to scare me, but came over and patted me on the shoulder, and actually gently wiped my tears.
"Don't cry, if you cry and swell, your eyes won't look good."
He reached out and pulled me up, apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's me who is not good, I shouldn't have tested you but, I'm really curious, why are you so afraid of me" His voice was gentle and calmed my emotions.
I felt better, so I sobbed, "I really don't remember the past, I just remember seeing a dead man's face and looking like you, so I'm scared." ” Lamba blinked, I don't know if he believes it or not, anyway, he didn't ask any more questions, which made my hanging heart relax a little.
He helped me and carefully carried me to the edge of the bed and sat down, while he consciously pulled over the small stool and sat aside.
I didn't know what to say at this point, so I chose to remain silent.
He looked at me, as if he was a little helpless, sighed, and said, "Okay, I choose to believe you, no matter whether what you say is true or not, I promise not to pursue it further."
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, clapped my little hands in my heart, and then he said, "But" My heart was startled, and I quickly looked up at him.
Ramba pursed his lips and frowned, not knowing what he was hesitating, and only after a while did he hesitate to say, "Can you give me back the bell, you know, it must be my ancestor's thing."
I immediately became anxious, put my hand back with wide eyes, and said in a loud voice: "That's not good, put it in your hands, when you don't do anything wrong, I don't know how I died."
Lamba saw me clutching the bell and holding on to it, and his eyes slid through naked reluctance, but who called him inferior to me in terms of force, so he could only eat the yellow lotus dumbly, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering.
Looking at his uncomfortable expression, I was in a good mood, and I couldn't help but feel bright, and teased: "You say, how could your ancestor leave you such a harmful thing?"
Lamba replied very sincerely, saying, "My ancestors knew the harm of this bell and buried it with him."
I found out about this not long ago when I found an old parchment book while rummaging through the bottom of a box at home. ” "What is written in the parchment?"
I asked, immediately aroused my curiosity.
Lamba glanced at me like an idiot, probably thinking that I was like this, and wanted to ask about everything.
However, he only paused for a moment before answering me, "It's all secret words, and it took me a long time to understand the mysteries, and I just got my hands on them last night." ” I ignored the insult to my personality in his eyes, and thought to myself, this is it, it seems that this bell was the one he had taken out from under the tombstone last night, and that the handkerchief-like thing he had taken out of his bosom at that time must have been what he called a parchment.
I nodded to myself, well, this man is honest and telling the truth.
Lamba also said: "The parchment says that there were only two of these bronze bells at that time, originally a pair, and then the ancestor buried the king, and brought one of them with him, and the other was passed down as a family heirloom, and then he was buried under the tombstone by another ancestor." ” "Which is the first king?"
"Silkworm King" Lamba said this, and a look of great pride appeared on his face.
"The ancestors of my family have strong mana, and they have been serving on the side of the king of silkworms, and the tomb of the king of silkworms was designed and built by him, and after the king of silkworms returned to heaven, he went with the king."
Oh my God, my heart fluttered.
This world is really small, this kid is really the descendant of the wizard, but, are you sure he has high mana, I doubt it I secretly sighed, thanks to my insistence on saying that I had amnesia, otherwise, how would I end up now I felt that keeping this bell was always a little bit of a blessing in my heart, so I said: "This kind of thing is so harmful, it is better to destroy it, and it will save it from being used by bad people to harm people in the future." ” Lamba was a little anxious, "You also said that you can't be used by bad people to harm people, but I'm a good person, and I can punish bad people if I put it in the hands of good people."
I thought about it, and felt that he had a point, so I hesitated to give him the bell back.
When he saw that I bowed my head and was silent, he was very entangled, and unexpectedly said to me very openly: "If you are not at ease, the bell will be placed with you first, and when I need to use it from you, it is good."
I listened to him reasonably, and when he put it in my hand, I felt much more at ease; Second, it wasn't mine originally, so I nodded and agreed.
Then we both stopped talking, and the room became quiet for a moment.
I sat with him staring at him for a while, and Lamba probably couldn't help but be embarrassed, so he took the initiative to get up and said politely: "What, if it's okay, I'll go back first."
You've been tossing all night, and you're tired when you want to come, so you can rest well and won't bother you. ” I nodded and said, "Oh, then you can go, don't send it."
Lamba said casually, "You're welcome."
I suddenly thought it was funny, the two of them were quite polite, as if he had come to visit, as if they had forgotten that they had just been fighting.
This makes me sigh that things in the world are changing rapidly, and no one can say what will happen in the next moment.
I watched Lamba arrive at the door, he suddenly paused to push the door, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "By the way, you just said that you saw a dead man who looks like me, can you tell me where you saw it?"
I was stunned, I didn't expect him to ask about this, and hurriedly prevaricated: "I don't remember."
His grip on the deadbolt tightened, but he quickly said calmly: "Oh, then when did you remember, please tell me, can you?"
I nodded hurriedly, "Okay, no problem." ” "Definitely" "Definitely."
After receiving an affirmative answer, Lamba pushed the door and strode away.
Lamba walked for a long time, and I was still sitting on the bed looking at the bell in my hand in a daze.
I don't understand why this world is so wonderful, how it seems that I can't turn around in a circle Why did I kill his ancestors, but I still have to meet him, isn't this equivalent to his enemy, is it that the heavens are going to kill me, this is retribution However, I don't seem to have any ill will towards me, and I wonder if he will do this to me once he knows the truth, and whether he will rack his brains to find a way to pull my head Thinking of this, I hurriedly hugged my head, touched my neck, and was a little scared, and goosebumps rose layer after layer on my body.
I secretly made up my mind to make it a permanent secret, and I couldn't say it even if I was killed. t1706231537: