At the same time, a dark shadow quietly appeared in the room where Li Zhi was.
The chandelier installed on the ceiling made a soft "pop" sound and then went out.
Li Zhi's men paused, then snapped his fingers, and a flashlight appeared in his hand.
He put on a defensive fighting stance and glanced left and right with his flashlight, looking at the somewhat different but seemingly innocuous layout of the room.
"What happened to this copy?" Li Zhi frowned and asked with deep displeasure.
"It's not a big deal."
In mid-air beside Li Zhi, there was a translucent projection screen, on which Feng Cuo was reading a book.
Feng Cuo pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, seeming to realize that such an answer seemed to be perfunctory to Li Zhi, so he changed his tone to compensate.
"After what happened that year, Shu Luo seemed to have left a lot of backup plans. Abnormalities in these copies could not be detected, so no one knew what happened."
"If all the people who entered the dungeon multiple times had not been wiped out and had no memory after leaving, these anomalies would not have been noticed by the main administrator."
Li Zhi held a flashlight in one hand and a gleaming dagger in the other. When he heard his words, he sneered: "So he gathered these copies together and arranged them all for his sister?"
The hand that turned the page by mistake twisted it and said coldly: "This is not my handiwork. I have tried my best to help her."
"Then your help is really low-key~" Li Zhi smiled mockingly and put out the flashlight in his hand.
He lunged forward and raised the dagger in his hand from above. With a howl of pain, a black arm fell to the ground, and then turned into black air and dissipated, leaving only a black mark.
Li Zhi flicked his wrist and said helplessly: "This hand is really difficult to use."
"It's been a long time since I've cooperated. Could you help me?" He wiped the tablecloth on the side with his dagger twice, then put away the flashlight and looked sideways at the screen.
Feng Cuo didn't squint his eyes, still reading the book in his hand.
Li Zhi shrugged his shoulders. Just as the thought of self-comfort emerged, he heard the other party's cold voice: "7 o'clock."
Li Zhi was startled, but the hand holding the dagger had already subconsciously waved towards the left rear.
There was another trace of black gas. Li Zhi curled his lips and complained: "Why are you reporting like this again? Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to react?"
"Then go die." The tone was still calm, Feng Cuo snorted coldly: "If it becomes useless after a few years, it would be better to die there."
"Vicious tongue..." Li Zhi was about to retaliate, but the sound of breaking through the air behind him sounded again. He hurriedly dodged to avoid it. After dodging in a panic, he accused the other party: "Where's the hint?"
Feng Cuo leaned back on the chair and patted his legs: "I'm sorry, I'm useless and my reaction time is slow."
Li Zhi:......
He did it on purpose!
"3 o'clock, high 11." Feng Cuo spoke again.
Li Zhi followed the sound and stabbed out with the dagger again.
The resistance he encountered this time was much stronger than the two swings he had just made. Li Zhi frowned, instantly raised his foot and kicked back to use his strength, and thrust forward with all his strength.
An extremely painful howl sounded in the room, almost piercing Li Zhi's eardrums.
The chandelier in the room returned to light, and Li Zhi saw the appearance of the black shadow.
There was no surprise, it was Chef Xin who he had "kicked out" not long ago.
Both of the opponent's hands were cut off, and now the dagger in Li Zhi's hand was stuck in his throat.
Li Zhi let go of his hand just now, and Chef Xin kept rolling on the ground. He gathered black energy in his arms, and his height shrank by less than half again.
He tried to pull out the dagger with his hands filled with black energy, but it bounced away every time he touched it.
Li Zhi folded his arms for support and touched his chin with one hand, thinking thoughtfully: "This is wrong. I picked up this dagger last time. It's nothing special."
"It really has nothing to do with you." Feng Cuo's eyes were fixed on one place, as if looking through the screen directly into the copy.
"I suggest you go outside and take a look. That little girl is going to cause trouble." Feng Cuo frowned, without making any attempt to hide his privileges, and directly gave the location: "The top of the building."
Li Zhi looked at him deeply, and in just two seconds, he stepped forward, pulled out the dagger, and rushed straight to the top of the building.
The perspective came to Shu Li's side. During the day, she discovered a utility room on the fifth floor. There was an escalator leading directly to the roof. The gap in it was a square of about one square meter.
She stepped on the escalator to the top of the building, shivering in the night wind as she walked to the edge.
The hydrangea flowers blooming everywhere are of different colors, which were originally difficult to see clearly in such a night.
But now, fluorescent hydrangeas form the font.
Shu Li squinted her eyes, trying to see clearly.
As the night wind howled, a distinct sound broke through the air. Shuli barely dodged aside, staggering a few steps because he stepped on something.
The opponent is floating in the air, and his body is only about one meter.
The large hoodie covered the other person's face, and countless black energy surrounded him, making a hissing sound.
After missing a hit, the opponent rushed towards Shu Li again. The surrounding black energy gathered and took shape, turning into a giant sword and swinging it down.
Shu Li frowned. After confirming that the opponent could not change the direction of the giant sword, she ducked sideways again and picked up the thing she had just stepped on.
The thing was a round wooden stick, about the same length as her height and about twelve centimeters in diameter.
Shu Li held the wooden stick, and its heavy weight also gave her some sense of security.
The giant sword that gathered black energy dispersed instantly after it landed on the ground. When it left a large black mark on the ground, part of it returned to the figure floating in mid-air.
In the cold wind, Shu Li's body was frozen stiff. She pinched the stick and moved her limbs.
The opponent gathered the giant sword and swung it down again. Shu Li did not stay in place and passively dodge. She stepped on the debris piled aside, used a few times of strength, jumped up high, and swung at the figure from the side.
Shu Li didn't expect much damage, but just when the wooden stick came into contact with the figure, the black energy around him suddenly dispersed, as if he was avoiding it.
Without the protection of the black energy, the black shadow that was hit by the wooden stick instantly curled up into a ball and fell from the sky.
The controlled black energy dispersed instantly, part of it escaped, and part of it rushed towards Shu Li.
After Shu Li saw the scene just now, how could she not know how to deal with it?
She held the wooden stick horizontally, leaning her back against the wall and turning the wooden stick in her hand to dissipate the incoming black energy.
Then, she walked over to the hooded figure who was still lying on the ground, used a stick to lift the other person's hood, and saw the other person's face.
