At the same time, Leonard threw out the blood-stained nail that was wrapped around his hair, and watched it fall to the corner, burning out of thin air, emitting a foul smell of burning.

The nail, together with the hair, quickly disappeared, leaving only a little dust.

Leonard heaved a sigh of relief, climbed into the first floor through the window, and said to Dunn and Frye who were destroying the altar: "The target escaped. Fortunately, our main purpose has always been to stop the ceremony."

Dunn sighed, looked at the many puppets on the round table and said: "She is very vigilant and powerful, and has detected our approach in advance, otherwise...she is at least a Sequence 7 Extraordinary."

"Give Klein a signal to come over."

Through a brief dream contact, he judged that the enemy was a woman.

Klein, who was hiding in the shadow of the house tens of meters away, kept looking at the target building in the darkness. He vaguely heard a violent gust of wind, and could clearly distinguish the gunshots.

"If the enemy is fleeing towards me, should I draw my gun as a show, or pretend I didn't see it?" He trembled slightly, thinking with sweat dripping from his palms.

It is absolutely impossible for a Beyonder who can use various means to shorten the life of a dying person to only have Sequence 9 or Sequence 8. He is not a Seer who can confront him head-on. Even if he sacrifices himself, he may not be able to delay the opponent. For Dunn and Renner De they create opportunities to catch up.

Fortunately, the Evernight Goddess who is in charge of misfortune seems to have heard the prayers of her "faithful" guards, and no one has ever fled towards Klein's hiding place.

After a few minutes, he heard singing coming from the target building.

Turning his ear and distinguishing carefully, Klein confirmed that it was a folk tune that Leonard Mitchell often hums, and it was full of vulgar sentences.

Phew, he breathed a sigh of relief, with a gun in one hand and a stick in the other, he walked out of the shadows and moved closer to the target building.

This folk song is exactly the rendezvous signal he agreed with Dunn and others!

Just after taking two steps, Klein suddenly stopped, leaning his cane against the iron fence next to him, and switched his left hand to the other.

Then, he untied the silver chain in his cuff and let the citrine pendant fall naturally.

After exchanging the positions of the revolver and the pendulum, Klein waited until the citrine shook steadily, then immediately half-closed his eyes, entered a state of meditation, and silently recited the divination sentence: "The singing just now was an illusion."

"The singing just now was an illusion."

...

After seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant turning counterclockwise.

"It's not an illusion..." Klein put his heart back into its original position, put his pendulum in place, put on his cane, and quickly approached the arched iron gate of the target building, then handed the silver-encrusted black cane to his right palm, To be held together with the revolver.

He just reached out to touch the railing and tried to push it away, when he suddenly felt a bone-piercing coolness, like an ice cube stuffed up his neck without any mental preparation.

hiss! Klein withdrew his hands abruptly and grinned.

"It's like winter here..." He looked at the garden behind the iron fence gate under the faint starlight and the distant street lights, and saw that the branches were withered, the flowers were withered, and many leaves were stained with hoarfrost and fell on the dark brown soil. above.

Amazing! Klein secretly sighed, tapped his eyebrows twice, and activated his spirit vision.

With his left hand, he took back the black wooden staff inlaid with silver, used it against the fence, and pushed open the concealed door with all his might.

In the creaking sound, he passed sideways and stepped on the stone road leading directly to the small gray-blue building. On both sides were plants that looked faintly like ghosts in the dark night.

Such a scene reminded Klein of all kinds of ghost stories and supernatural movies.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing and quickened his pace, but just after walking a few meters, someone slapped his left shoulder suddenly.

Plop! Plop! Klein's heart froze first, then beat violently. JrNovels.com