Ming Ge looked up and answered, "A Western hanging clock."
Tong Yao blinked her eyes, not quite understanding, "Is there something wrong with the clock?"
She looked towards the wall.
There, on the wall, hung an enameled-red Western hanging clock with an unusual design. The dial featured a portrait of a witch wearing a hat, with hollow eyes and a small door above that seemed capable of opening.
"This type of Western hanging clock automatically chimes every hour. The small door only opens then, and the time left until the next chime is—" Ming Ge stared intently at the steadily moving numbers on the clock face, her luscious red lips enunciating calmly as she began to countdown, "Ten, nine, eight…"
At the same time, only 15 seconds remained before they had to leave the little wooden hut.
"Five."
"Four."
…
The tense atmosphere, the silence of the countdown, the unpredictable mysterious dangers…
Made the viewers' hearts leap.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."