He turned a few corners and headed towards the adjacent East District.

On a cold night, with the chilly wind piercing his bones, Klein shivered and decided that he needed to add a sweater for his future actions. He decided to buy charcoal in the next few days to let the fireplace play its due role.

After an unknown amount of time, without a map, he entered Backlund's Eastern District by instinct.

There are very few gas street lights here, and only one or two can be seen from a distance. If the dark clouds hadn't covered the red moon tonight, Klein believed that many sections of the road would be too dark to see clearly.

As he walked, he suddenly saw pairs of eyes appearing in the deep darkness in front of him, and hunched figures emerged one after another.

They came swaying from a vague distance, silent, soundless.

Living corpse? Klein paused abruptly, reached out to hold the "Requiem Charm" and the Tarot cards, and quickly activated his Spirit Vision.

He saw the color of the unhealthy and weak aura, and also saw the appearance of those figures.

These are living people, normal living people, with numb expressions, empty eyes, weak movements, male and female.

It's almost past midnight, why are they still walking on the street... Klein leaned to one side suspiciously, and passed the group of people from the street, but soon, he encountered the second wave, the third wave, the same There is pain in the numbness.

He frowned slightly, and was about to go up to ask, when he suddenly heard a burst of shouting and cursing from the front: "Get up! Get up for me!"

"You sons of bitches!"

"Streets and parks are not places for you guys to sleep!"

... Klein was startled, and the words corresponding to "Poor Law" immediately popped up in his mind, and he understood what was going on.

He himself had the same experience.

Phew... Klein exhaled, quickened his pace, and walked towards his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in the East District.

There, he slept for two hours, initially recovered his spirituality, and then went out again, breaking a withered branch as a "divination staff".

"The location of Zreal's body."

"The location of Zreal's body."

...

After divination again and again, Klein walked for a long time with the help of short tan divinations, until he reached a corner of the East District, where there was a sewer entrance.

After the great plague 12 years ago, the Loen Kingdom gradually established an advanced sewer system in the capital, surpassing the "Roselle Legacy" of the Republic of Intis in one fell swoop.

After removing the cover, Klein held his breath and climbed down the vertical metal stairs.

Because it was not specially made clothes, he didn�t use many pockets, and couldn�t carry too many items, so he abandoned the �Kragg Oil� he learned from Frye, the �Kragg Oil� that refreshed his mind and eliminated odors. Foreign regret.

Ten seconds later, Klein touched the ground with both feet, feeling the stickiness of the ground.

The dirty feeling stimulated his arms and body to produce fine bumps, but he could only endure it forcefully and continued to walk forward, walking forward in the empty and quiet sewer.

There is a fork in the road ahead, one of which is relatively hidden, and there is a thicker and more disgusting smell than other places.

Klein turned around and walked all the way to the end, and saw dense spiritual light spots and aura colors.

Without using candles, he activated his spiritual vision to directly reflect the gloomy corner and the rotten, gnawed and tattered corpse.

This is exactly the same as what he saw in the dream divination. JrNovels.com