I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

Wanling's words came through the communicator.

Lin Ye ignored him.

He's still listening.

In the isolation room, two bodies lay quietly.

Zhou Jia's voice was very soft.

Tang Guofu's side had significantly more.

"cold……"

"Where is this...?"

Is anyone there?

After listening for a while, Lin Ye couldn't help but say:

"This old man talks quite a lot."

Officer He looked at him through the glass.

"Can you hear me?"

"Um."

Did they know they were dead?

Lin Ye paused for a moment.

"They probably don't know."

"Can I speak to the family members?"

"no."

The voice of the soul is not normal communication.

It's more like the residual consciousness after death leaking out.

The forest can hear.

That doesn't mean they can hear the forest.

It's even less likely that he'd be resurrected to sit up and chat.

Officer He nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Knowing too much about such things might not be a good thing for ordinary people.

The two bodies were quickly returned to their families.

Before Zhou Jia was cremated, Lin Xiaoyun went in to see her daughter one last time.

When I came out, my eyes were still red.

But they didn't cause any more trouble.

The same applies to Tang Guofu's side.

The person still died.

At least his soul didn't end up in someone else's body.

The chaos at the funeral home is now half resolved.

The remaining half is all in that bell.

In the makeshift laboratory.

The bronze bell was placed separately in the spirit-sealing cabinet.

The seven researchers spent almost two hours looking at the monitoring data.

The final conclusion is quite simple.

"It has no spirit."

"Are you sure about that?"

Cheng Fang just arrived.

"Sure."

The researcher pointed to the screen.

"There is no fluctuation of independent consciousness, no active selection of goals, and no responsive behavior."

"Its effect is more like a fixed mechanism."

"As long as spiritual energy is inputted, it will generate a vibration targeting the soul."

Cheng Fang looked at Lin Ye.

"Just as you predicted."

"Um."

Don't get cocky.

"I haven't said anything yet."

"It's written all over your face."

Lin Ye ignored him.

The researcher continued.

"Currently, two situations have been confirmed."

"At low intensity, the connection between the soul and the body will loosen."

"If the intensity is too high, the soul will be directly shaken out of the body."

"If input continues, the bell itself can also suppress nearby separated souls."

"As for why Tang Guofu was imprisoned..."

He paused for a moment.

"Our initial guess is that it's related to the distance at the time."

"Tang Guofu was closest to the bell and had only recently died, so his soul was the first to be shaken out of his body."

"Then Tongling entered the suppression phase and locked him up directly."

This inference is basically consistent with the rhythm that Lin Ye had heard before.

A jolt.

Once collected.

They have no brains.

They don't discriminate against people.

Whoever gets close is the one who suffers.

Cheng Fang frowned.

"Who used this before?"

"Still under investigation."

A researcher next to me handed me a document about an old building.

"This land was indeed used for funeral-related facilities for a long time before the funeral home was built."

"The exact time when the bell was built into the wall cannot be found at the moment."

"Only the two characters 'Soul Suppressor' remain on the wooden plaque inside the wall."

"Therefore, the numbering name is tentatively set."

He typed a few words on the screen.

The Tongueless Soul-Suppressing Bell

Lin Ye glanced at it.

"Quite fitting."

Cheng Fang said, "It's quite dangerous too."

"really."

"Then why are you staring at it?"

Lin Ye didn't say anything.

Cheng Fang looked at him for a few seconds.

"no."

"I haven't said it yet."

"Your eyes look the same as before."

"What is it like?"

"I want it."

Lin Ye smiled.

"borrow."

"roll."

The researcher listening nearby wanted to laugh, but didn't dare.

Lin Ye reached out and tapped the table.

"This thing is just sitting in the warehouse anyway."

"I can use it."

Cheng Fang said directly, "Others use it without distinguishing between friend and foe."

"So I can use it."

"Can you control it?"

"It cannot be completely controlled."

Lin Ye was very calm.

"But I can hear the soul."

"You can also hear when it stops vibrating and when it starts vibrating."

Cheng Fang remained silent.

Lin Ye continued:

"With the addition of the Guardian God Chapter, at least I won't shake myself out first."

"That's an advantage."

"You're quite bold."

"If I weren't so daring, I would have resigned long ago."

Cheng Fang looked at the researcher.

"Can we do an orientation test?"

"Can."

"Then let's take the test."

Half an hour later.

A small isolation area was set up.

Three sets of simulated soul essence were placed inside.

This thing is a special aura aggregate made by the Seven Places when they were researching spiritual artifacts.

It is far from being a true soul.

However, it can simulate the basic oscillation response.

The three groups are spaced two meters apart.

Under normal circumstances, once the Soul-Suppressing Bell rings...

All three groups will be in chaos.

Lin Ye stood outside the cordon.

He was holding a spirit guide rod in his hand.

They didn't ring the bell directly.

The researcher looked at him.

"Ready?"

"Come."

Infuse with spiritual energy.

hum.

The three sets of simulated soul essence fluctuated simultaneously.

Lin Ye closed his eyes.

Before the second shock, he raised his hand.

"stop."

The spiritual energy has been severed.

The leftmost clump has just started to show signs of detaching.

The other two clumps only swayed slightly.

Cheng Fang frowned.

"Is this what you call targeted?"

"Not really."

Lin Ye opened his eyes again.

"Again."

the second time.

Lin Ye did not allow the researchers to continue injecting the substance.

Instead, it's about self-control.

a little.

stop.

One more thing.

Each time, it gets stuck between "retracting" and "releasing" within the Soul-Suppressing Bell.

After three times.

The simulated soul mass on the far left was clearly shaken off its original position.

The middle group was only slightly off-center.

The far right side hardly moved.

The researcher stared at the data for a few seconds, stunned.

"How did you do that?"

"Its fluctuations are not always the same."

Lin Ye pointed to the bell.

"Every round has its strongest point."

"I only feed spiritual energy when the target is closest to its strongest point."

"Suppress it at other times."

"This doesn't really count as targeted."

"But at least we can pick the unluckiest one."

Cheng Fang laughed when he heard this.

"Your explanation is quite professional."

"Just understand."

The researchers did several more rounds.

The results were about the same.

Lin Ye couldn't make the shock affect only one target.

However, by adjusting the distance, timing, and input intensity, the target can withstand most of the effects.

That's enough.

Especially effective against possession and spirit possession.

Cheng Fang finished reviewing the last set of data.

"What else can we do?"

Lin Ye thought of Zhou Jia.

"Shake out your soul."

"Then?"

"Suppress it again."

The researcher chimed in:

"Theoretically, yes."

"The low intensity first forces the attached soul to manifest, and then the input of the suppression stage is increased to restrict the detached soul to a certain range."

Cheng Fang touched his chin.

"Two uses."

"Soul Appears".

"Soul Lock".

Lin Ye looked at him.

"Did you name it?"

"What's wrong?"

"He speaks more culturedly than you usually do."

"Do you want to get beaten up today?"

Lin Ye didn't answer.

Because Wanling laughed through the communicator.

"It's quite convenient for you people to name your techniques these days."

Lin Ye asked it, "Do you have something better?"

"no."

"Then shut up."

"..."

That evening.

The Soul-Suppressing Bell without a Tongue was given to Lin Ye.

A current-limiting device was first added to seven locations.

Another small storage box was made.

There are three levels of spiritual energy output on the outside of the box.

The lowest setting is only enough to produce a slight soul tremor.

The highest level requires a password to access.

When Cheng Fang handed the item over, he didn't let go of it.

Lin Ye tugged at it.

It couldn't be moved.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's make this clear first."

"The mission must be completed and the user must return to the warehouse."

"Know."

"No random shaking is allowed without a confirmed soul target."

"OK."

"besides."

Cheng Fang stared at him.

"This isn't for you to try out new tricks."

Lin Ye tugged again.

"Let go."

Cheng Fang then released him.

The storage box was not heavy.

The bronze bell inside was quiet and still.

But Lin Ye could hear a very low humming sound as soon as he activated his spiritual hearing.

Like holding back a breath.

It could ring at any time.

He suddenly understood why Wanling had said his ears were "a little more valuable."

I've encountered things that resemble souls before.

He could only listen.

It's different now.

You can tell who's who by their voice.

It can also uncover hidden things.

Lin Ye looked down at the sealed box.

Distinguishing the soul.

The present soul.

Soul Lock.

In addition, there's the Flow-Severing Hand technique, which I haven't mastered yet.

This mission was more fruitful than I had imagined.

I just stepped out of the equipment area.

The phone rang.

Lu Zhixia.

Lin Ye answered the call.

"Are you done with your work?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"almost."

"And you?"

"I'm here..."

Lu Zhixia seemed unsure how to express herself.

Lin Ye slowed down.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember the mirror I showed you before?"

"Remember."

"I bought it."

"Buy it if you like it."

"That's not it."

Lu Zhixia lowered her voice.

"When I looked in the mirror just now, I raised my hand slightly."

"Then?"

"Me in the mirror..."

She paused.

"You were a little too slow in raising your hand."