He seemed to be trapped in the chair and unable to move freely.
Lu Zhi thought of the Black Clover, licked his dry lips, and asked softly, "Black Clover?"
Hearing her voice, the man, with his hands on his knees and his back straight, nodded hurriedly, his anticipation evident in his words.
After knowing that he was his client, Lu Zhi curved his lips lightly: "Do you have any hints?"
A tool man doesn't have to be a bastard. She will fleece the wool without mercy. The four-leaf clover is more important to a man, so he will most likely speak up.
As expected, after hearing Lu Zhi's words, the man raised his hand and paused in mid-air for a second, then made a bell-ringing gesture.
It looks like Black Clover is still at the clock tower.
Lu Zhi nodded, and when he turned around, he didn't notice that the shadow behind him suddenly raised his hand and then put it down.
She leaned her head out and listened for a while, but only heard a few heavy breathing. It seemed that he didn't have the hands free to catch her.
Lu Zhi tumbled down from the attic lightly and disappeared into the stairwell at a rapid speed.
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At this time, the sky outside the building was dark and gloomy. The fog that had dispersed early in the morning came back again. Lightning and thunder flashed among the dark clouds. Strong winds shook the tall trees wildly, and fallen leaves soon covered the wet floor tiles.
Their early morning cleanup was buried in an instant.
Lu Zhi had only heard of the location of the bell tower and was now walking outside the garden.
In order not to attract the attention of the nuns in other buildings, Lu Zhi crouched down and nimbly moved like a cat into the path near the wooden fence on the side of the garden.
The path leads to a secluded place, and it twists and turns into an arc, and the final destination happens to be the bell tower.
Lu Zhi stopped halfway through his walk.
She listened seriously for a few seconds, then suddenly turned over the chest-high wooden fence and quickly entered the giant circular tube under construction.
Hold your breath and concentrate, deliberately lowering and slowing down your breathing. If you don't listen carefully, it will be difficult to catch the little tail of the call.
Lu Zhi clung to the cold curved stone pillar like a gecko, staring motionlessly at the figure approaching him.
The visitor looked around and saw that it was not the familiar nun's uniform, so Lu Zhi felt relieved.
She didn't dare let her guard down and didn't move even after the person outside walked away.
After waiting quietly for dozens of seconds, the person who slowly poked his head out from the top of the wall could no longer hold back and walked out, turning around in place again. After making sure that there was really no one around, he ran away quickly.
Not only NPCs will make a comeback, but players will too.
After waiting for another half a minute, Lu Zhi finally came out.
After glancing at the direction the man left, she turned and ran towards the clock tower standing not far away.
The bell tower stands firmly in the center like a stabilizing force, with connected hollow corridors on both sides. The hanging red gauze has a strong texture and the folds are shining.
The archway of the bell tower was unguarded, and Lu Zhi slipped in easily.
The spiral staircase seems to have no end. The wooden staircase, which is much better than the one outside, winds upward. Oil lamps with burning wicks are hung on the surrounding curved walls.
The swaying tail of fire made the surrounding walls dark and hazy. Lu Zhi's shadow was stretched out in the dim light, and the long hair draped behind her head swayed with her every move.
After walking for a few minutes, she finally saw a small door.
Lu Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up. He lifted his slightly sore legs and stepped upwards with force, taking big strides forward.
Standing in front of the door, she noticed that there were two doors.
On the left and right, in front of her was a semi-arc-shaped open space, and the light gray shadow of the giant clock enveloped her entire body.
The ticking of the clock is clear and melodious, and the vibrations spread in the invisible air.
A huge clock with intricate workmanship stands in front of me. Each threaded gear moves forward in an orderly manner, and the low-frequency swinging pendulum swings in an arc.
Retracting his gaze, Lu Zhi rubbed his chin with his fingers, stood in front of the two doors, lowered his eyes and looked around repeatedly.
The door on the left hand side is painted white and the door on the right hand side is painted black.
She moved closer and smelled the strong smell of blood.
but……
Lu Zhi turned around and raised his hand to place it on the door handle of the white door.
Compared to the strong smell of rust oozing from the bottom of the black door, the white door was filled with a faint fishy smell - someone was scared to death inside.
Holding the only knife he had for self-defense in his right hand, Lu Zhi gently pressed the door handle and slowly pushed the door open.
What came into view was a pair of twisted hands.
His palms were covered with wounds, and his arms were covered in bruises and purples, with black blood stains.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two people lying on the floor shuddered all over. Although their eyes were closed, they subconsciously opened their mouths to beg for mercy: "We know we are wrong! We pray for our Lord's forgiveness! Don't punish us anymore!"
Lu Zhi looked at them with complicated eyes, then raised his eyes and glanced around the dark room.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows were also sealed tightly with long wooden bars, and even if the light from outside could get in, it couldn't dispel the sticky darkness in the room.
Perhaps because the visitor had not made any movement for a long time, the two young men who had closed their eyes and begged for mercy finally opened their eyes tremblingly. They did not expect that the visitor would be a girl of the same age.
She was wearing a clean robe, but it was enough to make the two men's faces turn pale in an instant, and their eyes were full of sympathy and sympathy.
Lu Zhi guessed that the nun would attack them, and the reactions of the two people further confirmed his guess.
Perhaps, they will take their lives soon.
There was every bit of good flesh on the two men's bodies. Lu Zhi reached out and helped them up, leaning against the corner of the wall while they were trembling.
Bloodstains clung to the wall, and the half-leaning motion caused their tattered cuffs to move up, revealing black patterns emerging on the skin.
Clusters of black patterns pieced together looked like messy graffiti, and Lu Zhi could make out a few black four-leaf clover patterns among them.
"You guys," she half-knelt in front of the two of them, at their eye level, "Do you know where the Black Clover is?"
I don't know which word she said stimulated the two of them. The boy, who was originally fragile, didn't know where he got the strength from. He straightened up with trembling legs and slightly bent his waist.
The complex expressions in their eyes all receded, replaced by sharp disgust and rejection. Their fierce gazes seemed to have seen their murderous revenge, and they wished they could bite her to death on the spot.
Lu Zhi took a few steps back calmly, looking puzzled: "Why? Is this thing hard to find?"
The answer was that the two people in front of her looked at each other fiercely and then looked at her with undisguised murderous intent.
Lu Zhi gripped the knife tightly, held it across his chest with his hand half-covered, and looked at the two men seriously and confusedly.
Before they could make a desperate attempt, the pendulum clattered.
The crisp sound of the pendulum swinging and hitting the clock echoed throughout the room, and it took a long time to dissipate.
The young men, with distorted and ferocious faces, pounced on Lu Zhi and their legs went weak and they fell to the ground, screaming in fear and struggling for help.
Lu Zhi looked at their chests in astonishment—two pitch-black vines penetrated the flesh of their chests and coiled in the air like long snakes intertwined.
A black four-leaf clover bloomed, and its delicate petals dripped blood.
No wonder they are so resistant and even hate and fear it. It turns out that the black four-leaf clover is born from their bodies and sucks their blood, flesh and vitality.
Lu Zhi pondered for a few seconds, reached out and cut off the black vine, and carefully hid the sticky black four-leaf clover in his sleeve.
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