There stood a double door in the dark wall.

Open the door bloody!

There seemed to be fresh blood left on the door, and they were constantly sliding down, reflecting the light of the fire.

Klein originally planned to let Miss Bodyguard explore the way, but suddenly he felt the Azik copper whistle in his palm change!

The originally cold and soft touch was piercing, deep and dead silent!

This... Klein narrowed his eyes and instinctively took a step back.

Immediately afterwards, he found that his right forearm was numb and itchy, and it began to swell.

A picture flashed in his mind, Klein immediately took out a tarot card with his left hand, and cut a wound on his right forearm.

What gushed out of that wound was not blood, but tiny black worms wriggling!

Nourish!

These black worms fell to the ground, corroding a little smoke.

They struggled and huddled together, but finally melted into the flames of the lantern.

After a few seconds, the strips of black worms on Klein's wound finally ran out, and red began to overflow.

He squirmed his muscles, controlled the small wound, and kept the blood from flowing out.

Miss Bodyguard watched this scene quietly, her pretty brows were rarely frowned.

Klein was about to speak, but found that the coldness and dead silence of Azik's copper whistle hadn't abated.

At the same time, his gaze caught the shadow of Miss Bodyguard.

She was originally without a shadow!

"Run!" Klein yelled in a low voice, and immediately fled towards the hall.

The bodyguard lady floated up quickly, and the two saw the light of the lantern in front of them gradually being engulfed by a mass of black shadows.

Thumb up!

Klein ran as fast as he could, running like a hurricane in the dimming light around him.

Thumb up!

The black shadow is getting bigger, getting closer, and getting thicker, and the fire is about to be completely swallowed up. At this time, the gate is still several meters away.

At this moment, Klein jumped forward according to his instinct, and immediately rolled over one after another, crossing the stone gate.

The fire suddenly brightened, and the uneasiness in his heart dissipated instantly, and the Azik copper whistle in his palm also returned to a soft and cold touch.

The bodyguard lady floated beside him, turned around and looked at the passageway that was sinking into deep and dark again, her tone was uncertain: "The evil spirit..."

Evil spirit? Klein almost gasped when he heard that. Fortunately, the clown is very good at controlling his expressions and reactions.

In the field of mysticism, evil spirits are very terrifying monsters, and the best of them can even be equated with high-sequence powerhouses!

Evil spirits that linger in ancient buildings? The evil spirit that was restrained or bound in that room for some reason? Hmm... If it's really an evil spirit, it can explain why Mr. Azik's copper whistle reacted, and evil spirits are also considered a type of undead creature... Klein stood up straight, and also looked at the dark passageway, only I felt as if there was a pair of cold eyes staring at me! JrNovels.com