He quickly slipped out of the bell tower. With his sharp eyes, Lu Zhi saw a few people moving clumsily in the distance, and then he flashed back into the cave.
In the heavy fog, several nuns were dragging some heavy objects with grunts and the friction sounds seemed eerie in the quiet atmosphere.
Crows were flying around in the deep woods.
Crouching down to look, the nuns were dragging not rags of cloth but fainted children on the ground, with the thin cloth on their backs rubbed and blood marks on their skin.
Their whispered complaints and heavy breathing were shattered in the mist:
"Lord bless you, what a bunch of stinking rats that have eaten themselves into pigs!"
"My Lord is merciful for not looking down on me. Praise my Lord!"
"Well, the rats who refuse to change their ways should be thrown into the confessional and the bell tower!"
“…”
Waiting for them to go far away, Lu Zhi looked up at the tall buildings shrouded in fog.
...
...
The white mist outlines the hazy contours of the dense fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
Along the way, Lu Zhi moved forward cautiously.
She was bound to meet the nuns on the way back, and not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble, she tried to hide as much as possible.
Of course, if she couldn't avoid it, she had no choice but to take action.
Just like the situation now.
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and every breath Lu Zhi took made him feel the moisture in his lungs was very moist and uncomfortable.
In the pitch-black fog, she moved her ears slightly and heard the sound of fighting coming from not far ahead, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.
Not wanting to get involved in other people's fight, Lu Zhi made a prompt decision and ran in another direction.
But unexpectedly, the person on the other end wanted to bring the fire to her.
She ran in front, and the man led the nun to chase behind.
Slightly heavy breathing mixed with disordered footsteps sounded in front of the yard where the direction was unclear.
"I say," a dark figure rushed out from the side. She had a cute chirp on her head and a lace headband that bounced up and down as she ran. She blinked her bright eyes and said to Lu Zhi breathlessly, "Little sister, don't run."
This scene is so familiar...
The corners of Lu Zhi's mouth twitched slightly, and a few black lines slid down his forehead.
There seemed to be only three nuns behind them, chasing the two men breathlessly, waving sticks and brooms, cursing with gritted teeth, wishing they could tear them to pieces on the spot.
The girl next to him seemed not to notice the danger, and she came forward with a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling: "Sister, you and I are destined to be together."
Lu Zhi: ...Thank you for the invitation.
Being inexplicably implicated, Lu Zhi's face looked extremely bad, the faint smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and his mouth became straight.
Amiya didn't feel uncomfortable about being ignored. She kept chattering along the way, and her chirping was as loud as the birds that woke up early and climbed on the branches.
The nun, unable to bear it any longer, raised the broom in her hand and threw it at the two people who were more than ten meters away.
Before Lu Zhi could make a move, the curve at the corner of Emilia's lips became bigger and bigger. She raised her hand and took out a long sword that was taller than her and swung it easily.
After the sharp blade passed, the long wooden stick was cut into pieces like tofu, and fell on the wet floor tiles with a clang.
"You are so arrogant and conceited! If I catch you, I will punish you severely! I will make you confess your crimes in front of my Lord!"
This completely enraged the nuns who were chasing them. They rushed forward with flaming eyes and smashed down with the weapons in their hands.
Just like a cat playing with a mouse, Lu Zhi and Emilia dodged quickly and no one could touch them at all.
“Sizzle!”
The cloth was violently torn apart, and the slender nuns suddenly grew more than half a meter taller as if they had taken a swelling agent. Their bones grew, and their thin, wrinkled skin was stretched and attached to the bones.
Lu Zhi looked back and cursed under his breath.
She must have had some bad luck. How unlucky! Really unlucky!
The three nuns, who were as thin as bamboo sticks, took a few big strides and came to Lu Zhi and Emilia, surrounding them.
Lu Zhi and Emilia seemed to have made an agreement at this time. They looked at each other and rushed out quickly, like two lightning bolts passing through the fog.
The metal blade pierced the skin and triggered a teeth-grinding sound of collision with the bone.
I didn't expect their bones to be so hard. Lu Zhi licked his cracked lips and exerted force with his hands to swing forward again.
This time we have finally cut through the tough bone.
The bamboo man, who had lost his balance, became furious and raised his hands, which were as sharp as needles, to stab the two people who were running around on the ground.
Emilia is a qualified plastic teammate. She cooperates with Lu Zhi with ease, and she can get the deep meaning of the play with just a glance.
The two of them cooperated well, and the needles on his head fell without warning. At the most dangerous moment, Lu Zhi was almost pierced through.
The bones were shaved out one by one, and the blackened joints fell to the ground with a clatter. It seemed that something was wriggling in the marrow.
Lu Zhi dodged the thrust coming from behind with a sharp sound of wind and cut off most of it with his quick eyes and hands.
Finally, it was Emilia's turn to finish the job - she cut off the heads of the three men in a swift and clean motion, and kicked them away into the mist with a few thumping sounds.
Afraid that others couldn’t hear it.
Lu Zhi did not stay there for long. She ran into the building quickly with the coldness and murderous intent still surrounding her.
She listened attentively for a while before going up the stairs.
Make sure there isn't too much noise above before tiptoeing up along the wall.
Lu Zhi tilted her head to glance at Emilia who was following her silently, and stammered but said nothing.
The Black Clover is the most important thing right now.
He ran into the attic, stirring up dust.
Unexpectedly, when Emilia, who followed along, looked up and saw the figure sitting obediently on the chair, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and her eyes were filled with surprise and hesitation.
Who can tell her why the King of the Abyss is sitting here? !
The old god was sitting on a chair, and the new god favored by the law was standing at the entrance of the attic. There were all kinds of miscellaneous objects between the two of them, like the boundary between Chu and Han.
Yuan Shuo's whole body was shrouded in dim light. His high nose bridge cast a shadow on the other half of his face. His eyes, which looked cold even to a dog, contained a tenderness that made one's scalp tingle.
He seemed to have changed his temperament, and the tenderness in his eyes was about to turn into substance and flow out from the corners of his eyes.
The new god Lu Zhi, who was sitting opposite him, had dusty cheeks, but his watery, clear black eyes also had a tenacity that was hard to ignore.
Emilia held her forehead with her hands, grimacing, and rubbed her throbbing temples with a headache.
She felt that those old guys had miscalculated.
How could Yuan Shuo possibly hold a grudge against the new god who took his position? Looking at his expression, I'm afraid that if Lu Zhi just gave him a look, he would eagerly come forward and confess all his past.
Thinking of this, Emilia suddenly curled her lips, with a gloating smile on the corners of her mouth.
She still remembered that the old guys were so arrogant and looked down on everyone.
I hope I don’t get slapped in the face when that happens.
Lu Zhi was still unclear about Emilia's mental activities behind him.
She carefully pulled the black clover out of her sleeve.
After the fight, Clover looked a little wilted.
Lu Zhi calmed down his rapid breathing, walked past the pile of debris and walked towards the misty figure.
The fog outside did have some effect on him.
Sitting on the bench, Lu Zhi could originally make out his outline vaguely, but now he could only try hard to make out a distinction. If he didn't move and couldn't stir up the slightest breeze, Lu Zhi wouldn't be sure he was still there.
"The black clover you asked for."
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