Immediately, he thought of a question: "If you write a note to the messenger just now, where will it be sent?"

"A real member of the Spiritual Cult? A senior member?"

Suppressing this thought, Klein nodded and said, "It has indeed become gloomy and cold."

After responding, he quickly changed the topic: "Since the death of that old gentleman until now, have you ever felt anything unusual?"

"Well... not before, but in the past two weeks, I occasionally feel that someone around me looks like a corpse, the kind that can be awakened." Kopusti asked half afraid and half puzzled, "Is this a hallucination?"

It is consistent with Yatru's statement, he did not lie... Klein glanced at the color of Copusti's aura, and sincerely reminded: "I suggest that you go to church at least three times a week for the next two months, participate in Mass, listen to prayers."

"If you don't want to do this, you can reserve a tomb for yourself first."

"Okay..." Copustil responded slightly disappointed.

He thought it was a sign of his improvement!

Klein thought about it, and said in an orderly tone, "Take me to see the old gentleman's body."

"Ah? Okay." Copusti wanted to refuse, but he recognized the reality in an instant.

He took the tools and led Klein out through the back door of the kitchen, into the garden with withered vegetation, and stopped in front of a crooked tree.

Klein stood by and watched Kapusti skillfully dig up the soil, exposing the stone slabs below.

After finishing the upper layer, Kapusti used tools to forcefully pry open the stone slab.

puff!

The stone slab was pressed against the soil dug out just now, and the crimson moonlight that faintly pierced through the clouds was sprinkled into the not-so-deep tomb.

Kopusti stared subconsciously, suddenly screamed, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

In the tomb, there were no rotting corpses, and no bones. The bottom floor was covered with patches of white feathers, stained with pale butter!

white feathers?

Klein looked at the tomb without bones, and suddenly thought of a word: "Angel!"

The classics of the seven churches are full of legends about angels and saints, and one of the characteristics of the former is that there are one pair, two pairs, three pairs, or even six pairs of white pure wings growing on their backs.

However, in an instant, Klein remembered a past event:

Mr. Ards once described his dream to him, describing the dream that seemed to be life after life.

One of the scenes was in a dark mausoleum, surrounded by many open ancient coffins, and inside the coffins lay corpses with white feathers on their backs!

Is this a special manifestation of the "Reaper" pathway, or is it a weird phenomenon created by the Spiritual Cult? Klein didn't speak, restrained his emotions, and calmly looked at the white feathers stained with light butter at the bottom of the tomb.

He preliminarily judged that the old gentleman would not be an angel, because after the death of the terrifying Extraordinary in Sequence 2 or even Sequence 1, it would definitely have a strong impact on the surroundings. An almost invisible black and cold thin line is emitted to seal the surrounding people and things.

Of course, it's also possible that he didn't really die... just like Mr. Azik? Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers with his right palm wearing a black glove.

��He planned to do a divination above the gray mist after returning home.

At this time, Kapusti slowed down, crawled to Klein's side, looked at the grave with a hint of fear, and said, "Where's the corpse?"

Klein glanced at him sideways, and said in a low voice, "Maybe, he left by himself." JrNovels.com