Two days later, at three o'clock in the morning, Roshi began his own operation.

In the Black Tower, there is no distinction between day and night, but the people who have just come to the Black Tower basically maintain their old habits, and the night is still quieter than the day, and there are far fewer people active.

The square jumping stone slab slowly flew high into the air, and the layers of black tower buildings skimmed and disappeared before Roshi's eyes, and after a few minutes, the stone slab finally arrived at its destination-

The topmost floor of the Black Tower.

After exiting the jumping platform, there was a long corridor in front of him, and the two sides of the corridor were covered with oil paintings of noble ladies holding small mirrors, and when Roshi came, the figures on the oil paintings immediately came to life, and all eyes were focused on him.

This is the first level that Roshi has to face, the mural gallery.

These paintings are all witchcrafted, and they are sealed with ghosts, they have two functions, one is to confirm the identity of the person who enters, and the other is to confirm whether the person who comes out is not clean hands and feet, and the sight of these noble ladies can penetrate any obstacle, even if it is a space-based witchcraft.

Carrying a diamond-shaped lantern wrapped in black wire, Rohi walked slowly into the depths of the corridor with his cane, the faint light of the fire illuminated one oil painting after another, and after they looked at Rohi for a moment, they skimmed it, and continued to groom in the oil painting, and from time to time there was a burst of narcissistic laughter, echoing in the empty corridor.

"Dada-da-da..."

As Roshi was about to come to the end, at the other end of the corridor, in the darkness where the light of the fire could not be found, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps, and then a human palm stepped out of the darkness...

Yes, only one human hand.

The index and middle fingers stand like human legs, the thumb and ring finger are behind the back, and the upturned little finger hangs a pocket lantern, with an eye and a mouth at the upper and lower ends of the back.

This is the creation of the wizard, Mr. Palm, the guardian of the Black Tower's treasury, who will be responsible for monitoring Roshi's entire work, and if he has any irregular behavior along the way, he will not hesitate to activate the defenses of the Black Tower's treasury.

"Good evening, Mr. Palm. Roshi tried to be polite as much as he could.

The one-eyed on the back of his hand raised his eyelids disdainfully, and took the lead in carrying the lantern, and Roshi followed him, and soon came to the four rooms to be cleaned today and began to clean the work.

Each room is about 200 square meters, with rows of wooden shelves standing against the walls, and layers of all kinds of strange things, including stones, plants, and gravel, as well as glass bottles soaked in various organs such as brains, limbs, and internal organs.

In the center of each hall stood a circular glass container about a meter high and a foot in diameter, filled with a transparent liquid and stuffed with eyeballs, which were stared at by Roshi as he entered.

This is the third measure that Rohi Black Tower has arranged here, and it is also a floating eyeball for surveillance, whose gaze is able to notice every corner of the room.

Roshi entered the room and began to clean normally.

Time passed bit by bit, compared to the usual times, this time Luo Xi cleaned very slowly, he wiped every item for at least ten minutes, and it took more than twenty hours to clean the first room alone.

Unless there is a need, the wizards of the Black Tower rarely come to the treasury, in fact they rarely even leave their rooms, everything in the Black Tower operates according to the procedures they have set.

And the wizard creation inside did not have outstanding intelligence, and although Roshi delayed for a long time, he did not violate the regulations set by the wizard in advance.

Nearly fifty hours had passed before he finally finished cleaning the second room, but instead of going straight to the third room, he came to Mr. Palm, who had gone wherever he went.

"Hello, Mr. Palm. Roshi took off his top hat and saluted in a friendly manner: "Excuse me, can I take a break?" ”

"10 minutes. The open mouth of the palm gives an answer, which is a preset made by the wizard.

Putting the towel and handkerchief on the table, Roshi then sat down on a chair, and Mr. Palm next to him took out a Xiuzhen pocket watch and stared at it motionlessly.

Roshi's head quickly recalled what he had read in the Wizard's Bookstore about Mr. Palm.

"That Mr. Palm created by Vlakivi is simply an idiot, I don't know why adults would respect him, just because he implanted a little wisdom? Haha, if you learn to play a game of guessing boxing, it can also be called wisdom!"

All of the Tower's vaults are designed by the Wizard Tower, with each wizard completing a portion of it.

When Roshi was flipping through the books of the Wizard's Bookstore, he could often see wizards' comments on other wizards' works, and wizards' minds were not much higher than ordinary people's.

At first, it was just treated as an anecdote for him, but when Roshi read it carefully, he was surprised to find that the wizard was criticizing and mocking other wizard works, and also revealed how to crack them.

And when Roshi synthesized all the wizard information, he was even more surprised to find that he had successfully found a loophole in the treasure house.

Roshi didn't know if the loophole was entirely feasible, but he didn't have a choice

Silently recalling Mr. Palm's qualities again, Roshi took a soft breath to ease the tension in his heart.

Then, he broke the silence in the room and said with a smile, "Mr. Palm, such a quiet wait is too tedious, why don't we do something else." ”

After a pause, he then stretched out a hand to Mr. Palm, clenched it into a fist, and said, "Why don't we play a guessing game?"

Mr. Palm, who had been staring at the pocket watch, immediately became interested, put down the pocket watch, and looked at Roshi with disdain: "Are you sure you want to play guessing with me?" haha, I have never lost for so many years!"

As he spoke, the two sides began to play guessing boxing.

Mr. Palm has two fingers that need to stand, and the remaining two fingers can of course only come out with scissors, but in the face of such a clear judgment, Roshi decisively came out of the cloth.

"Retarded!" laughed the palm

In the second game, Roshi was still out.

"Idiot, I'm out of scissors, see, scissors!"

In the third game, Roshi was still out.

"Haha, you idiot, I won again..."

Minutes and seconds passed.

After more than a dozen rounds, the palm of the hand that had been active suddenly leaned against a teacup, lying on his back on the table, and the deep snoring echoed in the quiet room.

Seeing this, Roshi breathed a long sigh of relief.

According to the records of wizards, according to the design of Wizard Vlakivi, Mr. Palm would rest for three hours every 24 hours, but before each break, he would play a game of guessing with another unformed, cloth-only palm in his bedroom until he fell asleep.

Three hours...

After silently calculating the time, Luo Xi didn't care about resting, and quickly got up and dragged his heavy steps to the third room where the 'Strange Baby Heart' was placed.

After pushing the door open, Roshi went straight to the long glass tube standing in the center, and although the eyeballs inside did not see Mr. Palm, which should have followed at the same time, it was not their duty.

"Olga, who designed the floating eyeballs, is a complete idiot, thinking that it would be foolproof for them to be able to detect elemental fluctuations?

Recalling the records of the wizards, Roshi raised a finger and drew a circle in the air, moving from slow to extreme, and the range increased in a regular amplitude, which was a simple hypnotic trick.

Roshi's strange behavior did not violate the wizarding regulations, and the eyeballs in the glass container could only keep moving with the trajectory of Roxi's fingers, a process that lasted for nearly an hour, and the eyeballs inside rolled upwards one by one, losing focus.

Until the last eyeball fell, Roch hurried to the corner of the room, took out a balance from his pocket, placed the glass container containing the heart of the strange baby on the shelf, measured its weight in detail, and then took out a tape measure to accurately measure its height and diameter.

After recording some of the records, Rosie took out a small box again, and when the lid was opened, there was a small lump of dirt inside, but it was squirming like a living thing.

This is the 'Changing Dirt', which can be transformed into any item according to demand, which Roshi has prepared in advance, and the painting corridor will only detect whether the things he brings are dangerous.

Grabbing the dirt and clinging it to his head, Rosie poured his request into the dirt one by one, and then quickly put the changing dirt on the table.

The black dirt began to squirm rapidly, and in a few moments, it became exactly like the container of the baby's heart on the shelf.

Now it's just the last step!

Roshi quickly packed the glass container into the package, then took off his coat and trousers, turning them all upside down, and when the clothes were reversed, the inside was covered with reflective silver tin foil, like a mirror.

Putting his clothes back on, Roch pushed the door and left the third room, symbolically entered the fourth room and wiped a glass bottle casually, and then went straight back to the painting gallery.

Hiding the package inside his clothes, Roshi began to traverse the inspection corridor.

According to the records of the shaman, these paintings can see through all the hidden objects, including spatial objects, but they are extremely narcissistic and fall into a situation where they cannot extricate themselves once they face the mirror.

When Roch walked over, he immediately caused a burst of screams, and all kinds of voices praising his beauty were endless, but none of the oil paintings set off the alarm.

The hundred-meter corridor quickly walked over, and at this moment, Luo Xi's throat was a little dry, and his body trembled unconsciously, and he couldn't tell whether he was excited or scared.

"Da! da!" But just as he was only 10 steps away from the end of the corridor, a crisp sound of footsteps suddenly came from a distance.