This clock is not very big, just the size of a normal human head. If it weren't for its round shape, it would look like a chime.
"?"
Cheng Shi was stunned. A big bell filled with the aura of death, it was hard not to think of the singer and bell ringer who believed in that great man.
But, Mr. Zhang, why did you take out a clock at this time? Do you really want to perform a show for me?
What is this development, [Death] bell metal performer Zhang Jizu?
Just when Cheng Shi was confused, Zhang Lao shook the big clock in his hand and slowly explained:
“You should have seen that this is a gift from the Lord.
I pray to the Lord, please give me a treasure that can shield me from the prying eyes of the gods..."
"???"
What the hell?
Cheng Shi looked at the bone clock in front of him in disbelief, his voice almost distorted, "Is this it?"
"Yes, that's it. It's called the Bell Ringer's Funeral."
Cheng Shi frowned and said strangely, "I know that master better than you in some aspects. This is definitely not a name he gave."
"...That's not important. What's important is that this bell can emit a strong enough breath of death to imitate the presence of the benefactor, thereby blocking any prying eyes from other gods."
"!!!"
This time, Cheng Shi was truly shocked. How could he not see that this thing was what Mi Lao Zhang prayed for the Clown to use.
“You… have already been preparing for the Harlequins’ meeting?
Mi Lao Zhang, ah Mi Lao Zhang, I didn’t expect you to have such a strong sense of belonging to the clown…”
Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes, shook his head and explained:
“It’s not me, but Li Jingming, or Zhen Xin.
Their anticipation for the Harlequin's meeting far exceeded my imagination. After all, I knew what a Harlequin was, but they had no idea about it and were full of anticipation.
And these two people who rarely interacted even reestablished some communication because of the clown, and the thing in my hand is the result of their communication.
The gift of the bell was actually beyond everyone's expectations. When Zhen Xin made this suggestion, none of us thought it would succeed. After all, no One would allow mortals to block Their sight and hearing.
As expected, both of their prayers failed.
In fact, I also failed, because when I told that adult this request, he did not agree to my request...”
"?" Cheng Shi was stunned for a moment, looked at the clock in Lao Zhang's hand, obviously asking: What is this?
Zhang Jizu understood Cheng Shi's doubts. His expression suddenly became strange. He squinted at the small skull in front of him and said strangely:
"...Until I mentioned you. I said I asked for this item on your behalf."
"???"
"Then, after a long silence, the Lord gave me the bell.
So Cheng Shi, I also want to ask, why does the Lord favor you more than me?"
"......"
Cheng Shiren was stunned. The image of that adult appeared in his mind. He felt that the figure on the bone seat was so tall and bright.
Where in the world can you find such a good boss?
For a moment, the little skull was in tears.
Pretended.
...
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