However, the two finally left.

In this dilapidated bell tower, only He Jiawei was left.

He Jiawei first collected the contribution points of the two people.

Then he found out the previous bell-knock man who committed suicide and studied the natal bamboo stick left behind.

Due to the complete loss of cultivation, He Jiawei has now lost that very keen feeling.

So he didn't know which direction he was heading.

How can you get your own natural attributes?

In this way, He Jiawei looked at this natal bamboo stick and thought about it.

You know, now He Jiawei has tried his best to make up for the attributes on this bamboo stick.

But, there is still no way.

This is the time.

He Jiawei had no choice but to do anything.

Just like that, two more days passed.

During these two days, He Jiawei has lived through the contribution points given by Pingzhi and Huo Yuangang.

Two days later, the contribution points of the two were also spent by He Jiawei.

And something even more depressing happened.

That is, a man in a robe came outside the bell tower.

After entering the bell tower, the man asked, "Wei Ankang, are Wei Ankang here?"

"Well!"

He Jiawei was stunned and hurried over to meet the man in a robe.

This man has a Chinese face and has two beards.

The neck is very thick.

His eyes were also very sharp.

He was standing in front of the bell tower and shouting loudly: "Wei Ankang, what's going on, Wei Ankang? It's been a few days now, why don't you hit the bell?

If you don’t hit the bell, your contribution points will be deducted.”

He Jiawei knew as soon as he heard this, this guy should be responsible for patrol.

Of course.

In this city.

There is no high or low status, and the so-called patrol is actually the Immortal Emperor.

If you cannot understand everything in this mysterious space, you will also commit suicide.

Therefore, He Jiawei has no fear of him.

In this way, He Jiawei walked out and bowed to the national face: "Hello, senior."

“Huh?”

He looked at He Jiawei with a Chinese font face: "New?"

"yes."

He Jiawei nodded.

"What's the name?"

He looked at He Jiawei carefully up and down his face: "Where is Wei Ankang?"

"My name is He Jiawei."

He Jiawei replied respectfully: "Wei Ankang, he just committed suicide."

This is the only perfunctory way that He Jiawei could think of.

Anyway, Wei Ankang really committed suicide.

The only place where He Jiawei lies is his time.

"That's how it is."

The Chinese face nodded: "It's time for Wei Ankang to commit suicide, it's almost two thousand years."

Then he looked at He Jiawei again: "Since you have taken over his position, let's do it well and strive to realize the secrets of this world from the world of the bell-knocking man. Okay, I'll leave."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

He Jiawei looked at the back of the national face and thought sadly: If I couldn't think of a way to integrate natural attributes, maybe I would commit suicide.

The national face has gone far away.

He Jiawei turned around and returned to the bell tower.

Sitting there, looking at the bell tower that is so close to you.

And the copper hammer used by the bell-knocking man was placed aside.

He Jiawei has tried several times in the past few days.

it's useless.

It is not metallic and cannot ring the big bell in front of you.

Strange to say.

This world is no different from the ancient world on Earth.

If it weren't for this natural attribute, He Jiawei would even doubt whether he was an immortal cultivator.

But why don’t you have this natural attribute?

He Jiawei was speechless.

He took out Wei Ankang's natal bamboo stick and looked at it.

He has seen this bamboo stick no less than dozens of times in the past few days.

It's just an ordinary bamboo stick.

There is nothing wrong with it.

However, the metallicity on it became He Jiawei's nightmare.

Shake his head.

He Jiawei sighed and threw Wei Ankang's natal bamboo stick towards the huge bell.

And he himself walked to the edge of the bell tower.

The desperate He Jiawei planned to fall from the building directly.

This is his only ending.

While walking towards the edge of the bell tower, He Jiawei was thinking.

I don’t know if I am the immortal with the shortest reduction time in the quasi-eternal realm.

In this way, He Jiawei walked to the edge of the bell tower.

Ready to jump down.

And at this moment, something incredible happened at first sight.

That is, the big bronze bell next to him actually sounded a loud bang.

A loud sound of the sound of the harp spreads in all directions with the large copper bell as the center.

It spreads around the city one by one.

He Jiawei stood there stupidly.

Then he turned around and looked at the huge bronze bell incredibly.

"It shouldn't be!"

He Jiawei scratched his head.

You know, in the past few days, he has thought of many ways to ring the bell, but all of them have failed without exception.

Otherwise, He Jiawei would not have committed suicide.

However, now the clock actually rang for no reason.

"What did I do just now?"

He Jiawei was confused and stood there thinking.

"Wei Ankang's natal bamboo stick."
To be continued...