Han Li finally stopped walking after circling the room several times. "Perhaps we should make this deal now, or maybe we'll have to wait until we truly can't find a way to cure the poison, then decide," he thought, resigned. Then, he glanced at the towering man outside, recalling the enigmatic words left in the will, and felt a few pangs of curiosity. He decided to try his hand at controlling the giant. Han Li bent down and sifted through the pile of items, retrieving a small bronze bell. The bell was modest in size—just large enough to be held in one palm—and though it was crafted with great care, its proportions were perfectly balanced, clearly the work of a master artisan. The only difference from a regular bell was that faint, delicate traces of blood were subtly embedded in the bell's surface, standing out distinctly. Han Li examined the artifact, which he had named the "Spirit-Calling Bell" closely, but could not discern any particularly remarkable qualities. According to the letter, this simple object should be capable of holding such a formidable creature like the giant—how truly astonishing that seemed! Han Li held the small bell in his left hand and casually picked up a dagger with his right, then carefully stepped out of the stone door and approached the giant steadily. When he reached a distance of more than two zhang from the giant, he paused, unwilling to come any closer, in case of unforeseen danger. At that moment, the giant stood straight facing away from Han Li. "Ding!" A clear sound rang out from the bronze bell as Han Li gently tapped it with the dagger. Han Li furrowed his brow—this sound seemed no different from a regular bell tone. How could it possibly hold the giant? Doubts began to stir within him, and he slightly bent his posture, preparing to retreat back into the stone pavilion should anything go wrong. Upon hearing the sound, the giant's shoulders subtly shifted, indicating a response—Han Li felt a surge of relief and immediately resumed tapping the bronze bell continuously. "Ding! Ding!" ...The bell rang repeatedly, and the giant's body trembled in response, until his steps grew unsteady and he finally collapsed to the ground, unconscious. The contact between the giant's massive form and the dry ground stirred up a good deal of dust, which caught Han Li off guard, making him cough several times and look rather embarrassed. Nevertheless, at this moment Han Li paid no attention to such minor details. He quickly rushed to the giant's side, pulled off the cloak from his head, revealing a swollen face that even Han Li found deeply unsettling upon first sight. Han Li suppressed the discomfort in his chest, unwilling to gaze closely. He quickly pricked his wrist with the dagger, allowing blood to flow freely and spill onto the giant's face, until the entire face was generously covered. Only then did Han press down on the wound, swiftly retrieving a clean cloth from his person and tying it securely to stop the bleeding. He then calmly stood aside, observing the giant's reaction. But when the giant turned his head and made eye contact with Han Li, Han Li felt a sudden "hum" in his mind—a strange sensation that was both unfamiliar and familiar, as though something foreign had suddenly taken root deep within him, like a well-acquainted puppy that constantly nuzzled and called out to him, staying close and affectionate. Han Li was startled at first, yet quickly composed himself, for he noticed the giant had shed his earlier stiff demeanor, now radiating a warm sense of obedience that gave Han Li the profound feeling of being able to control the giant's very life and death—an experience truly remarkable. Han Li suppressed his inner excitement and issued a calm, measured command to the giant. "Go and dismantle that stone gate for me." The giant said nothing, taking several large strides to the stone gate, then raising his two clenched fists high, swinging them like great sledgehammers, and in just a few swift blows, smashing the gate to pieces. He then spun back with the force of a gale, returning to stand beside Han Li, awaiting his next command. Han Li, who had always been reserved in his emotions, now found himself unable to contain his joy, his mouth agape with delight. With such a strong and reliable ally always at his side, what could be daunting about ordinary dangers in the future? As he envisioned the splendid life ahead, Han Li kept casting eager, attentive glances over the giant's entire form. The more he observed the giant, the more satisfied he became. What once seemed unattractive now appeared especially pleasing, and even more so, he began to feel a growing sense of familiarity and warmth. "Familiar?" Han Li was startled by this feeling, surprised. How could he feel such a sense of familiarity toward a face he had never seen before? With this question in mind, Han Li began to carefully examine the giant's nose and eyes, trying to uncover the reason. Gradually, he realized that if he restored the slightly swollen features to their original state and then reduced them all by one size, the face actually wasn't unattractive—it was even quite plain and sincere, a face he was very familiar with. Han Li's complexion grew pale, and he remained silent for a long time before extending both hands to gently stroke the giant's face. "Zhang, is it really you?" His voice was low and calm. The newly reconstructed face bore a striking resemblance to his long-lost friend, Zhang Tie. Combined with the enigmatic words left behind by the doctor, Han Li was now certain beyond doubt that the giant had a deep connection with Zhang Tie. Could it truly be as the letter had suggested—that the giant was merely the physical form of Zhang Tie, his spirit having already departed? But why had his body grown so tall and imposing?