Chapter: 545
Klein could barely make out that this was Zreal Victor Lee. The mature and handsome appearance in the black-and-white photo given by him and Ian could no longer be compared.
Zreal is already dead, and in a few days, he will probably be gnawed to the bone, maybe not even complete... Klein escaped from the dream, recalling the scene he saw just now.
The past experiences have allowed him to witness similar corpses in a relatively calm manner.
Looking at the crimson moon outside the window, Klein thought for about ten seconds before deciding to try psychic channeling to the man in black next to Sha.
The corresponding "Amanda" hydrosol and "Spiritual Eye" potion, he has prepared a bottle respectively in the previous few days of preparation. As for the tranquility potion, Klein does not need it. Remain calm and rational during forced psychics.
After arranging the simple altar and letting the quiet and peaceful fragrance spread out, creating a half-dream and half-awake state, Klein prayed to himself, to the "fool who does not belong to this era".
Then, he entered above the gray mist and responded with two-thirds of his spirituality.
"When I advance to Sequence 7, similar prayers should be able to leverage the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist just like summoning and sacrifice ceremonies..." Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned real world.
He passed through the starry sky and the chaotic and noisy thinking storm, and entered the mental level of the target man, and saw the illusory figure of the target man floating in the air.
"Who sent you to Zreal's house?" Klein glanced and asked in a deep voice.
The man's phantom eyes answered in a daze, "Meursault, Meursault sent me to wait for a boy named Ian."
The light and shadow in his spiritual world changed accordingly, showing a thin, lean man with darker skin, who was the leader of the group of people chasing Ian that Klein met on the steam subway.
Sure enough, it was him... Klein had consumed too much spirituality while responding to the prayer, and was beginning to feel tired at this moment, so he hurriedly asked, "Who ordered Meursault again?"
"I don't know...he is the 'executor' of our Zimeng party, no one can instruct him, except the boss." The man said blankly.
Zmange... the word corresponding to "warrior" in the plateau language... Klein, a pseudo-historian and true mystic, suddenly had a throbbing pain in his head, and his body flew out of the thought storm involuntarily.
It didn't take long for him to break out of the psychic state, and he felt his head twitching hollowly.
He didn't leave in a hurry, he packed up the materials and shorts in an orderly manner, and opened the window of the oriel window to let the cold night wind blow in, dispelling the smell of "Amanda" hydrosol and "Spiritual Eye" potion .
During this process, Klein returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped all the places he touched.
After Zreal's bedroom returned to its previous state, he pressed his chest and bowed to the three men who were still sleeping soundly.
straighten your back,
Klein put on his gloves, leaped, and nimbly flipped out of the oriel window, and stood on his toes, taking advantage of the extremely narrow space.
He lifted the vertical latch upwards, blocked the bottom with tarot cards, and used the ability of "Joker" to feel the details and adjust the balance.
After a few seconds, Klein slowly withdrew the tarot card, and the vertical latch was stabilized in place without falling down.
brush!
He closed the half of the window without the latch first, then dodged over, and pushed in with his right hand to close the other half.
This movement was so fast that the bolt didn't fall down until there was a vibration, and it was inserted precisely into the matching iron hole.
bang! An indelible sound sounded, like a strong wind hitting the glass surface.
Knowing that the three men in the bedroom would slowly wake up, Klein jumped directly to the street without further delay.
The height of the second floor would not be dangerous for him now, but he couldn't keep silent when he landed, and it also created a not-so-obvious movement.
Klein quickly left the neighborhood and left the Long Rose Street, but he didn't directly return to Minsk Street in Jorwood District in a rented carriage. JrNovels.com
Zreal is already dead, and in a few days, he will probably be gnawed to the bone, maybe not even complete... Klein escaped from the dream, recalling the scene he saw just now.
The past experiences have allowed him to witness similar corpses in a relatively calm manner.
Looking at the crimson moon outside the window, Klein thought for about ten seconds before deciding to try psychic channeling to the man in black next to Sha.
The corresponding "Amanda" hydrosol and "Spiritual Eye" potion, he has prepared a bottle respectively in the previous few days of preparation. As for the tranquility potion, Klein does not need it. Remain calm and rational during forced psychics.
After arranging the simple altar and letting the quiet and peaceful fragrance spread out, creating a half-dream and half-awake state, Klein prayed to himself, to the "fool who does not belong to this era".
Then, he entered above the gray mist and responded with two-thirds of his spirituality.
"When I advance to Sequence 7, similar prayers should be able to leverage the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist just like summoning and sacrifice ceremonies..." Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned real world.
He passed through the starry sky and the chaotic and noisy thinking storm, and entered the mental level of the target man, and saw the illusory figure of the target man floating in the air.
"Who sent you to Zreal's house?" Klein glanced and asked in a deep voice.
The man's phantom eyes answered in a daze, "Meursault, Meursault sent me to wait for a boy named Ian."
The light and shadow in his spiritual world changed accordingly, showing a thin, lean man with darker skin, who was the leader of the group of people chasing Ian that Klein met on the steam subway.
Sure enough, it was him... Klein had consumed too much spirituality while responding to the prayer, and was beginning to feel tired at this moment, so he hurriedly asked, "Who ordered Meursault again?"
"I don't know...he is the 'executor' of our Zimeng party, no one can instruct him, except the boss." The man said blankly.
Zmange... the word corresponding to "warrior" in the plateau language... Klein, a pseudo-historian and true mystic, suddenly had a throbbing pain in his head, and his body flew out of the thought storm involuntarily.
It didn't take long for him to break out of the psychic state, and he felt his head twitching hollowly.
He didn't leave in a hurry, he packed up the materials and shorts in an orderly manner, and opened the window of the oriel window to let the cold night wind blow in, dispelling the smell of "Amanda" hydrosol and "Spiritual Eye" potion .
During this process, Klein returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped all the places he touched.
After Zreal's bedroom returned to its previous state, he pressed his chest and bowed to the three men who were still sleeping soundly.
straighten your back,
Klein put on his gloves, leaped, and nimbly flipped out of the oriel window, and stood on his toes, taking advantage of the extremely narrow space.
He lifted the vertical latch upwards, blocked the bottom with tarot cards, and used the ability of "Joker" to feel the details and adjust the balance.
After a few seconds, Klein slowly withdrew the tarot card, and the vertical latch was stabilized in place without falling down.
brush!
He closed the half of the window without the latch first, then dodged over, and pushed in with his right hand to close the other half.
This movement was so fast that the bolt didn't fall down until there was a vibration, and it was inserted precisely into the matching iron hole.
bang! An indelible sound sounded, like a strong wind hitting the glass surface.
Knowing that the three men in the bedroom would slowly wake up, Klein jumped directly to the street without further delay.
The height of the second floor would not be dangerous for him now, but he couldn't keep silent when he landed, and it also created a not-so-obvious movement.
Klein quickly left the neighborhood and left the Long Rose Street, but he didn't directly return to Minsk Street in Jorwood District in a rented carriage. JrNovels.com
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