Chapter 67 Peeping

North Quarter, St. Samuel's Church.

As soon as Klein entered the large prayer hall, he took advantage of the light from the wall behind the altar to look around naturally, taking in all the believers who were praying inside.

With just one glance, Klein quickly locked on to the target, and walked forward along the aisle without any abnormalities.

In the first row, sat an old man wearing a black clergy robe but with a cold breath, a pale face, and withered hair. He was closing his eyes tightly and praying intently. He was one of the internal guards that Klein had sensed before.

He is usually on duty on Fridays... Klein didn't really get close, and found a seat to sit down two rows of seats away, and handed over his hat and cane to Richardson, the valet.

Then, in the process of sitting down, he quickly pinched the index finger joint twice with his left thumb, and quietly opened the "spiritual body thread" vision.

Suddenly, illusory thin black threads appeared in front of Klein's eyes. They densely emerged from the bodies of different creatures, and clusters spread towards infinity.

Just as he sat firmly, Klein moved his eyes and turned his attention to the inner watchman.

Seeing this, he almost uttered a sound, but relying on the "clown"'s self-control ability and his own anticipation of abnormal situations, he still easily maintained a calm state.

In his field of vision, although the old man with withered and yellow hair also had "spiritual body threads" sticking out, the inside of his body was completely black, swallowing up the origin of those thin illusory threads, completely different from normal Extraordinary people!

Sure enough, they have been eroded by the power of the sealed core, and there have been changes at the soul level... From this point of view, the problem is closer to the second guess I made last time, that they have become part of the sealed core to some extent , once there is a sign of losing control, it will immediately arouse the instinctive reaction of that item, and forcefully calm it down... No wonder the internal guards must be voluntary, and they are already in their old age. They should have a full understanding of what the result will be... Klein is inexplicable Sigh, I am about to close the perception of the "spiritual body thread" and withdraw my sight.

At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes, the color of which was like black ink, eyes without the slightest emotion.

Next to the eyes, fine and deep wrinkles extend little by little, like twisted and strange mysterious symbols.

These are the eyes of the inner watchman!

He didn't know when he straightened up, turned his head, and looked at Dwayne Dantès indifferently!

Klein's scalp instantly went numb, he forced a smile, and nodded to the other party, as if this was just normal eye contact.

The inner watchman moved his head slowly, and unexpectedly responded.

Then, Klein felt his surroundings pull away, first becoming blurred, and then clearing up.

At this moment, he knew that he had passively entered a dream.

So, while maintaining the image of Dwayne Dantès, he looked around instinctively, and found that he was still in the Church of St. Samuel, but all the seats were broken or toppled, and they were scattered everywhere. As if he had been attacked.

The altar in front is full of cracks, weeds are crawling, and dust has accumulated, it seems to have been abandoned for a long time.

The withered and yellow-haired inner guard stood beside the collapsed offering box, staring coldly at Dwayne Dantès in black formal suit.

Seeing Klein looking back, he opened his mouth a little bit, revealing sharp, pale, and not evenly aligned teeth.

And these teeth are inlaid with vague, faint, and small figures. They have complete facial features and limbs, and their expressions are different but carry similar pains. They seem to be imprisoned here, and it is difficult to escape.

"He..." The inner watchman let out a voice like a beast's low growl in his throat, and his back bent forward.

His ribs, his waist, the clothes bulging, brushing out four skinless, vascularized arms.

Immediately afterwards, they grew fine black hair, and sharp nails popped out from the tips of their fingers.

In just two or three seconds, the internal watchman who was relatively normal just now has become lying on the ground,

The monster with eight "legs" is not only like a spider spinning a web silently waiting for its prey in the dark night, but also like a deformed black wolf, which brings strong fear to people.

At the same time, inside the broken and deserted altar, two huge palms covered with black hair stretched out without warning, pressing on the edge, and the slippery tentacles like condensed black air spread in all directions, filling the air in an instant. The entire Great Prayer Hall.

The trembling breath, the extreme sense of fear, and the illusory and huge blurry figure penetrated the invisible barrier, appearing bit by bit.

Out of control? That inner watchman out of control? Klein stood there, subconsciously wanting to react, and forced himself out of the dream with his own speciality, but in an instant, he thought of what happened before, his face changed, and he made a frightened expression, and ran towards the dreamer tremblingly. At the door, he looked like he was struggling in a nightmare.

That is to say, after one breath, the tide-like darkness and coldness poured in silently from the outside world, completely submerging this dreamland and calming down everything.

Klein opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he had fallen asleep at some point, and the withered and yellow-haired inner watchman had already turned his head away and continued to pray with his eyes closed.

Turning his eyes slightly, Dwayne Dantès looked around in a hint of horror, as if he was still immersed in the dream just now, and he hadn't completely shaken off his fear.

After dozens of seconds, he took two deep breaths, looked at the holy emblem again, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

Until then, Klein had time to recall the experience just now, and speculate on what happened:

Because of my peeping at his "spiritual body thread", he showed signs of losing control, and reacted excessively, forcing me into a dream, trying to deal with it accordingly?

Afterwards, the sealed core behind the Chanis Gate should have sensed an abnormality and calmed down the problem...

The key now is whether this internal watchman still remembers the source of his almost mutation... If he is used to it, in his current state, he should be very vague about how the problem happened...Of course, it may not be my problem, Maybe he himself was close to losing control... Klein looked at the old man with withered hair in front again, observing what he was going to do next, so as to judge how he should respond.

If it doesn't work, just use "Squirming Hunger" and use "Travel" to escape... Klein quickly made a decision, patiently waiting for possible changes.

A few minutes later, he saw Bishop Elektra coming in through the side door and walking towards him.

Klein's heart tensed, and he stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, ready to activate "Squirming Hunger".

At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and gave up the action.

If the internal watchman had already used the dream to tell the bishops about my problem, then what would greet me now would be a joint blow from many church extraordinary people. After all, pulling into the dream can avoid accidentally injuring other believers, so they don’t have to Find the bishop I'm familiar with... This should be more about condolences and appeasement... Klein retracted his gaze and continued to put on a prayer posture.

In less than a minute, he finally felt someone approaching, and hurriedly looked up to the side, and saw Bishop Elektra softly said:

"You don't look too good?"

"I didn't know how to fall asleep just now, but I had a nightmare, and I'm still scared." Klein laughed at himself.

Bishop Elektra took the opportunity to sit next to him, and said calmly:

"Dreams are sometimes a manifestation of inner fear.

"As long as you pray to the goddess devoutly and drink holy water, you will be able to calm down.

"Of course, the most important thing is not to suppress yourself too much at ordinary times, and you must know how to confess to the goddess. Sometimes, a hidden cry will relieve you a lot of pressure."

Klein secretly observed the other party's attitude, read the tone, and said with a sigh of relief:

"I understand."

He turned his gaze forward again, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray quietly.

During this process, he saw the internal watchman in front of him get up by himself and walk towards the side door, where a bishop was waiting.

Phew... Klein hissed silently, truly blending into the peaceful environment around him.

Suddenly, a voice came out of his heart, a voice that belonged to him but was not under his control:

"You think you're doing it secretly?

"No! Not at all! Have you forgotten that you have touched the holy object of the Evernight Goddess?"

PS: I participated in the meeting, did not save the manuscript, and secretly coded it with my mobile phone. The number of words is a bit small, so I will change it first.

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