After confirming that there were no invisible spirit bodies in the room, Klein ended his vision, took out his pocket watch, and checked the time.

Tick, tick.

At one minute to three, he stepped forward and took four counterclockwise steps as before, forming a square, and silently recited the corresponding mantra in Chinese for each step.

It's just that he didn't prepare staple food this time.

Klein closed his eyes, feeling a little itchy on the back of his hand, as if the four black dots forming a small square were protruding and emerging.

Crazy screams and seductive whispers began to echo, but Klein found that the headache was not as severe as last time.

It's not that he is not affected, but that he can try his best to control himself from actively listening.

As an "Extraordinary", in such an environment, he has a little more self-control ability.

Soon, his "body" became lighter, and he floated up, saw the pervasive, gray, boundless, and hazy mist, and saw the crimson "stars", and two of them seemed to have a subtle relationship with him. Contact, let him feel very familiar.

Klein looked at his blurred self, and whispered in doubt: "The astral body that Old Neil mentioned?"

He calmed down for a few seconds, and once again conjured up the magnificent temple above the gray mist, the long bronze table directly under the wide dome, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs with symbols of different constellations.

Klein walked quietly to the top and sat down, covering his body and face with a thicker gray mist, then stretched out his right hand, and tapped the two familiar "crimson" stars to form a wonderful connection.

In the windowless basement, Alger Wilson, with a rough and profound outline, sat beside a long table with various utensils and sheepskin scrolls.

In front of him, a half-burned candle stood, and the dim and dim flame illuminated the surrounding objects and the surface of the long table with light and shadow floating and shadowy.

Alger's hair was messy like seaweed, dark blue and almost black in color, and he was wearing a robe embroidered with lightning patterns. He clasped his hands, thumbs facing each other, and leaned forward to stare at a bottle of pitch-black liquid on the left side of the candle.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Crash! Crash! Crash!

From the sealed bottle, the sound of howling wind sometimes came out, and sometimes the sound of the surging sea sounded, and where the pitch-black liquid was not submerged, a faint mist permeated and squirmed, as if eyes and mouths had grown.

Alger glanced sideways at the wall clock on the wall, and saw that the hour hand was pointing to three o'clock.

He pinched his temples, his eyes suddenly darkened, and the various utensils on the table also showed a subtle luster.

At this moment, he found that the crimson light emerged like a tide, emerging out of thin air, drowning himself in one fell swoop!

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Backlund, Queens District, inside the luxurious villa of the Hall family.

After dismissing the dance teacher, Audrey locked the door of the room and sat down in front of the dresser.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the flowers were blooming brightly. On the table, a blank notebook bound with delicate light brown parchment paper was quietly spread out. On the right side of it, there was a fountain pen with a golden tip and a body inlaid with red gemstones.

Audrey tried it, and made sure that as soon as she left the "party", she could pick up the pen and record the formula as soon as possible.

"I'm really looking forward to it..." She took a breath, suppressed her excitement, and looked into the mirror with her lips pursed.

However, she couldn't see herself reflected, only the crimson and illusory light erupted from all around and from within her body at the same time!

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Above the gray mist, the majestic temple seemed to be the residence of the giant king. JrNovels.com