With just one glance, Klein quickly locked on to the target, and walked forward along the aisle without any abnormality.

In the first row, sat an old man wearing a black clergy robe but with a cold breath, a pale face, and withered hair. He was closing his eyes tightly and praying intently. He was one of the internal guards that Klein had sensed before.

He is usually on duty on Fridays... Klein didn't really get close, and found a seat to sit down two rows of seats away, and handed over his hat and cane to Richardson, the valet.

Then, in the process of sitting down, he quickly pinched the index finger joint twice with the thumb of his left hand, and quietly opened the "thread of the spiritual body" vision.

Suddenly, illusory thin black threads appeared in front of Klein's eyes. They densely emerged from the bodies of different creatures, and clusters spread towards infinity.

Just as he sat firmly, Klein moved his eyes and turned his attention to the inner watchman.

Seeing this, he almost uttered a sound, but relying on the "clown"'s self-control ability and his own anticipation of abnormal situations, he still easily maintained a calm state.

In his field of vision, although the old man with withered and yellow hair also had "spiritual body threads" sticking out, the inside of his body was completely black, swallowing up the origin of those thin illusory threads, completely different from normal Extraordinary people!

Sure enough, they have been eroded by the power of the sealed core, and there have been changes at the soul level... From this point of view, the problem is closer to the second guess I made last time, that they have become part of the sealed core to some extent , once there is a sign of losing control, it will immediately arouse the instinctive reaction of that item, and forcefully calm it down... No wonder the internal guards must be voluntary, and they are already in their old age. They should have a full understanding of what the result will be... Klein is inexplicable Sigh, I am about to close the perception of the "spiritual body thread" and withdraw my sight.

At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes, the color of which was like black ink, eyes without the slightest emotion.

Next to the eyes, fine and deep wrinkles extend little by little, like twisted and strange mysterious symbols.

These are the eyes of the inner watchman!

He didn't know when he straightened up, turned his head, and looked at Dwayne Dant�s indifferently!

Klein's scalp instantly went numb, he forced a smile, and nodded to the other party, as if this was just normal eye contact.

The inner watchman moved his head slowly, and unexpectedly responded.

Then, Klein felt his surroundings pull away, first becoming blurred, and then clearing up.

At this moment, he knew that he had passively entered a dream.

So, while maintaining the image of Dwayne Dant�s, he looked around instinctively, and found that he was still in the Church of St. Samuel, but all the seats were broken or toppled, and they were scattered everywhere. As if he had been attacked.

The altar in front is full of cracks, weeds are crawling, and dust has accumulated, it seems to have been abandoned for a long time.

The withered and yellow-haired inner guard stood beside the collapsed offering box, staring coldly at Dwayne Dant�s in black formal suit.

Seeing Klein looking back, he opened his mouth a little bit, revealing sharp, pale, and not evenly aligned teeth.

And these teeth are inlaid with vague, faint, and small figures. They have complete facial features and limbs, and their expressions are different but carry similar pains. They seem to be imprisoned here, and it is difficult to escape.

"He..." The inner watchman let out a voice like a beast's low growl in his throat, and his back bent forward.

His ribs, his waist, the clothes bulged and brushed out four skinless, vascularized arms.

Immediately afterwards, they grew fine black hair, and sharp nails popped out from the tips of their fingers.

In just two or three seconds, the relatively normal internal watchman just now has become lying on the ground,

The monster with eight "legs" is not only like a spider spinning a web silently waiting for its prey in the dark night, but also like a deformed black wolf, which brings strong fear to people.

At the same time, inside the broken and deserted altar, two huge palms covered with black hair stretched out without warning, pressing on the edge, and the slippery tentacles like condensed black air spread in all directions, filling the air in an instant. The entire Great Prayer Hall.

The trembling breath, the extreme sense of fear, and the illusory huge blurry figure are penetrating through the invisible barrier, appearing bit by bit.

Out of control? That inner watchman out of control? Klein stood there, subconsciously wanting to react, and forced himself out of the dream with his own speciality, but in an instant, he thought of what happened before, his face changed, and he made a frightened expression, tremblingly ran to At the door, he looked like he was struggling in a nightmare. JrNovels.com