Suddenly, a black and slippery thing fell down and hung there.

This is a poisonous snake with a spitting core!

Startled, Klein opened his mouth and let out a sound, "Bang!"

The poisonous snake was hit and turned into two pieces.

what's going on? Klein stared at it for a few seconds. Seeing no more movement, he walked out of the bathroom and took out a gold coin from his pocket.

? "There is danger in the hotel."

Klein muttered the divination statement, entered a meditative state, and popped up the gold coin.

when!

A weak but clear voice echoed in the quiet room, and the gold coin rolled and fell, falling into Klein's palm.

This time the number is facing up, indicating a negative.

There is no danger... Klein frowned and looked around, and took out a bottle of essential oil with the effect of repelling insects from the coat on the coat rack.

He sprinkled a circle around him, quickly took four steps backwards, entered above the gray mist, and made a confirmatory divination.

In about ten seconds, he got enlightenment, and he was still not in danger.

Returning to the real world, Klein shook his head, put back the gold coins and the bottle, put on his coat, pants, and leather boots, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned against the pillow, and treated it cautiously.

He still remembered his "Seer's Rules", especially "Divination is not omnipotent", so even if the answers were all safe, he didn't dare to relax and continue to sleep.

This is not to say that he does not believe in the ability of the gray mist to block interference, but that there are too many possibilities, and his divination statements may not be accurate or comprehensive, which leads to misinterpretation.

He already had a certain guess about what happened just now, that is, the group of adventurers in the restaurant before did find the abandoned and forgotten ancient temple in the primitive jungle of Simim Island, and harvested wealth or cultural relics, but It also alarmed the corresponding, lingering evil spirits, entangled in evil thoughts or curses.

As time passed, Klein suddenly felt some subtle spiritual fluctuations spreading from the nearby room, quickly blending into the surrounding darkness.

The hidden undercurrent that made him a little aware disappeared, and the tranquility of the night returned completely.

Sure enough...it does have extraordinary abilities...is this solved? Wait, anyway, it will be dawn in an hour or two... What's the problem, there are also churches and the "Punisher" team here... Klein half-closed his eyes and began to meditate.

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Bayam, Fragrant Leaf Bar.

Danitz, who made up his mind to fool the monitors, held the "Lie Langqi" and watched the hot and sexy dance of several girls in the boxing ring drunkenly.

"Shit! Haven't lost a piece of clothing in so long!" he yelled along with the other drunks.

Then, regardless of whether they responded or not, they laughed at each other, clinked glasses, and took a sip of strong wine.

"Have you read the newspaper?" A man who was hanging out in a bar late at night burped for a long time and said to his companion.

"Has your brain been eaten by a donkey? Do you think, you think I can understand those twisted letters? The storm is on, I am only interested in this twist! Hahaha!" Companion He raised his wine glass, pointed at the dancing girls, and laughed at what he thought was a humorous answer.

The man who spoke earlier slapped him on the back of the head: "'Steel' is dead!

"Killed by the 'flame'!"

Danitz who was nearby was taken aback for a moment, then sat up straight and turned his head slightly. JrNovels.com