The figure's head came off its neck and landed on the wooden stairs.

He was already dead, without any spiritual radiance... Klein watched and judged calmly, as if everything that happened just now was just a farce.

He guessed from the details of the other party's old black clothes and the many open rooms on the second floor, thinking that this was another thief who patronized this house after the previous one.

But sadly, he wasn't so lucky.

Could it be that the "Master Key" actually binds the "danger" here, and when it is taken away, everything will explode? Klein pulled out the revolver, adjusted the firing position and trigger, and walked up the stairs to the side of the dead body step by step.

He squatted down and did a little inspection, but he couldn't find any other cause of death other than the broken neck.

After pondering for a few seconds, Klein stood up straight and descended cautiously. Even though the soles of his feet were wooden steps, he didn't make a creaking sound.

The first step, the second step, the third step, he finished the stairs and stepped on the ground.

In front of him is a corridor connecting the two sides, where the crimson moonlight shines in, vaguely outlining the outline of the balcony, and on both sides of the corridor, the doors are wide open, revealing the messy scene of scattered items inside, here There is no living room, no dining room, and no kitchen.

This is the second floor!

Klein went down from the second floor, finished walking the stairs, but returned to the second floor!

And during this process, he didn't find anything unusual!

Klein didn't panic, and turned around slowly, only to see that the stairs behind him lead down!

In other words, my special ability can only resist the extraordinary ability of dreaming, psychic, etc. that directly invade my mental body and spiritual world, or realize that the environment I am in does not belong to the real world... I will still be affected by hallucinations �Klein took out the matchbox and twisted a few matches with his gun hand.

He continued down, throwing a match every few steps.

Klein came to the corner of the stairs again, and saw the dead body with the head separated from the body again.

At this moment, there was a cold wind blowing from the back of his neck that made the hair stand on end.

Snapped!

Klein snapped his fingers, and a crimson flame rose from behind him and rushed towards the roof.

The flame was burning like a monster with teeth and claws, but it didn't burn anything.

Klein was just about to turn his head to observe with his spiritual vision, but his body froze suddenly, as if he had fallen into a frozen lake in winter.

He couldn't help trembling, his left hand slowly pinched his neck, but he forcibly "pressed" it back.

At this moment, Klein sighed lightly.

He put his left hand, which he forcibly controlled, into his pocket, removed the spiritual wall, and opened the iron box containing the bullets.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Azik's copper whistle, took it out, shook it vigorously, and threw it to the half-empty position on the stairs below!

Almost instantly, he felt the coldness and stiffness in his body disappear.

In his inspiration, a group of strange and cold things rushed out, like a dog playing and picking up a ball, it rushed towards Azik's copper whistle!

Klein hooked the corner of his mouth, raised his right hand, aimed at the direction of the copper whistle and pulled the trigger, and said softly, "Bye."

boom!

The pale gold purification bullet flew out and accurately hit the cold and vague thing. JrNovels.com