"Okay." Although Klein was a little afraid of facing the corpse alone, he still reluctantly agreed.

As Frye left, the room became quiet. The corpse lay there, weighing heavily on Klein's heart.

He took a breath, and approached the long table as if trying to overcome himself.

The tuxedo clown lay quietly, his face pale, his eyes closed tightly, and he lost all breath. Apart from his hideous wound, he also exuded the unique coldness of a dead person.

Klein stared at it for a while, his mood gradually settled, and he seemed to calm down.

Looking over, he found a strange brand on the wrist of the clown in tuxedo, so he boldly reached out to touch it, intending to turn it over to see it more clearly.

As soon as the cold feeling entered Klein's brain from his fingertips, that pale palm that had lost all vitality suddenly jumped up and grabbed his wrist.

Grab his wrist tightly!

Klein's hairs stood up instantly as five fingers with white knuckles clasped his wrist coldly and painfully. He subconsciously pulled his hands back, frantically wanting to back away.

A heavy feeling came, and Klein pulled his forearm with all his strength.

thump!

The pale, naked body was pulled askew and fell from the long table to the floor.

However, those cold and pale fingers still firmly clasped Klein's wrist.

Klein lost his ability to think for a moment, and his mind was full of thoughts of drawing a gun.

However, because his dominant hand could not be retracted, he threw away the black cane and tried several times, but failed to take out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm.

At this moment, the eyelids of the corpse suddenly lifted up, revealing a pair of blue eyes without focus.

He moved his mouth and murmured, "Honakis...Honakis...Honakis..."

After three beeps, Klein, who was in a hurry, felt the fingers clasping his wrist begin to loosen, and then they were powerless to hang down.

The tuxedo clown's eyes were closed again, as if nothing had happened just now.

If it wasn't for the pale corpse lying on the stone floor, Klein might have thought he had encountered an illusion.

He staggered back a few steps, only to feel that many parts of his body were convulsed due to excessive shock, nervousness and fear.

Huh...huh... Panting heavily, Klein slowly regained his ability to think, and looked at the corpse on the ground with vigilance and fear.

He took off the revolver, and cautiously exited the room step by step. After confirming that the corpse was still moving, he glanced at his wrist with the gun.

There were five deep, dark red fingerprints, and they were silently recounting their previous encounters.

Klein calmed down a lot, and a dirty word kept echoing in his heart:

Fuck it, I'm scared to death!

After panting for about ten seconds, he began to sketch objects in his mind, allowing himself to quickly gain a calm state.

Thinking back carefully, Klein "replayed" the encounter just now frame by frame.

Although he still didn't understand the reason for the tuxedo clown's "dead transformation", he keenly grasped the key point, which was the "Honakis" that the other party repeatedly murmured!

"It's Hornacis again..." Klein frowned, "The Antigonus family's notes recorded the Kingdom of the Night in the Hornacis Mountains. I should have heard it during meditation and spiritual vision. When I heard the voice, there was also the term 'Hornacis', and now this dead man used a strange way to emphasize Hornacis in my ears again... Could it be that the answers to many questions lie in the Hornacis Mountains... ...Maybe, maybe there is still a huge danger there, for example, a certain evil god is sealed in the mountain range, and seeks escape through a similar 'lure'." JrNovels.com