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North District, St. Saul's Church.

When Klein just entered the Great Prayer Hall, he took a little light from the wall behind the altar and naturally took a look around and brought all the believers who prayed inside into the eye.

With just a look at it, Klein quickly locked in the target and went to the front without any abnormality along the aisle.

In the first row, the old man with a black cleric robes but a cold, pale face and a yellow hair, he is closing his eyes and praying, one of the internal caretakers Klein had previously felt.

He usually takes turns on Friday... Klein didn't really get close, left the two rows of seats, found a position to sit down, and handed the hat and cane to the close-servant Richardson.

Then, in the process of sitting down, he quickly rubbed the index finger joint twice with his left thumb, and quietly opened the "line of the spirit" vision.

In the hustle and bustle, Klein had an imaginary black thin line in front of them. They were densely drilled from different creatures, and a cluster spread toward infinity.

Just sitting still, Klein moved his eyes and turned his attention to the internal caretaker.

From this point of view, he almost made a sound, but it depends on the self-control ability of the "clown" and its own expectation of abnormal conditions, or it is easy to maintain a steady state.

In his vision, the old man with a yellow hair has a "line of the spirit" sticking out, but the inside of the body is dark, engulfing the origin of those illusory thin lines, completely different from the normal extraordinary!

Sure enough, they have been eroded by the power of the seal core, and there has been a change in the soul level... So, the problem is closer to the second guess I made last time, they have become part of the core of the seal to some extent. Once there is any sign of loss of control, it will immediately arouse the instinctive reaction of the item, forcibly calm down... No wonder the internal caretakers must be willing and have entered the old age, they should have a full understanding of what will happen... Klein inexplicable Hey, be prepared to close the perception of the "line of the spirit" and retract the line of sight.

At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes, the black color is like black ink, and there is no emotion in the eyes.

Next to this eye, the fine and deep wrinkles extend a little bit, as if twisting the strange mysterious symbols.

This is the eyes of the inner caretaker!

He didn't know when he had straightened his body, turned his head, and looked intently to Daun Dontes!

Klein's scalp instantly numb, forcing a smile and pointing to the other side, as if it were just normal line of sight.

The internal caretaker slowly moved his head and responded.

Then, Klein only felt that the surrounding environment was detached, first blurred, and immediately precipitated clearly.

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

So, while maintaining the image of Daun Dontes, he instinctively looked around and found himself still in the church of St. Saul, but all the seats were broken or dumped, and the sprinkles were everywhere. The vice has been attacked.

The altar in front is covered with cracks, crawling weeds, and accumulating dust, seems to have been abandoned for a long time.

The yellow-eyed internal caretaker stood beside the collapsed dedication box and stared coldly at the Dann Dontes, who was wearing a black formal suit.

Seeing Klein looking back, his mouth opened a little, revealing sharp, pale, untidy teeth.

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

"He..." The inner guard's throat made a low-pitched sound of the beast, and the back bent forward.

His ribs, his waist, the clothes swelled up, and he brushed four arms that were skinless and blood-filled.

Then, they grew fine black hair, and a sharp fingernail popped out at the top of the finger.

In just two or three seconds, the relatively normal internal caretaker has become a monster with eight "legs" lying on the ground. It is like a spider waiting for prey in the dark, and it is like a black deformed. The wolf brings a strong fear.

At the same time, in the ruined altar, two huge palms covered with black hair stretched out without warning. At the edge, a black and sleek, greasy tentacles spread in all directions, and instantly filled. The entire big prayer hall.

The trepidation, extreme fear, and illusory, fascinating figure are penetrating the invisible barrier, a little bit.

Out of control? The internal caretaker is out of control? Klein was there, subconsciously wanted to react, and broke away from the dream with his own special forcible, but in the twinkling of an eye, he thought of what happened before, his face changed, he made a look of fear and fear, and ran to the trembling At the door, a pair of struggles in a nightmare.

That is, after a breath, the tide of darkness and coldness poured in from the outside, silently drowning the dream and calming everything down.

Klein opened his eyes and found that he did not know when he was asleep, and the inner guard of the yellow hair had already turned his head and continued to close his eyes and pray.

The eyelids turned slightly, and Dawn. Tang Taisi looked around with horror and horror. It seemed that he was still immersed in the dream, and did not completely get rid of the fear.

After a few tens of seconds, he did two deep breaths, looking back at the emblem, and painting a red moon on his chest.

Until then, Klein had the freedom to recall the experience just now, speculating what happened:

Because my peeping at his "line of the spirit" caused him to show signs of getting out of control, and gave him a radical reaction, forcing me into a dream and trying to deal with it accordingly?

After that, it should be the seal core behind the Chanis Gate that sensed the anomaly and calmed down the problem...

The key now is whether the internal caretaker still remembers the source of his own change... If he is used to it, in his current state, the problem should be blurred... Of course, it may not be my problem. Maybe he is close to losing control... Klein once again looks at the old man with a yellow hair in front and observes what he is going to do next to judge what he should do.

If not, use "sweet hunger" and "travel" to escape... Kline quickly made a decision and patiently waited for possible changes.

A few minutes later, he saw Archbishop Electra coming in from the side door and heading for himself.

Kline’s heart tightened and opened his left hand and five fingers, ready to use “sweet hunger”.

At this moment, he suddenly flashed his light and gave up his action.

If the internal caretaker has already told the bishops about the problem with my dreams, then it will be a common blow of many church members. After all, pulling into the dream can avoid accidentally injuring other believers, so they don’t have to Look for the bishop that I am familiar with... This should be more condolences and appeasement... Klein regained his gaze and continued to pose in prayer.

In less than a minute, he finally felt that someone was approaching, and he looked up to the side and saw the emperor Electra softly said:

"You don't look too good?"

"I didn't know how to fall asleep, I had a nightmare, and there is still some fear left." Klein laughed and laughed.

Bishop Electra sat next to him and said calmly:

"Dream is sometimes a manifestation of inner fear.

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

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

Klein secretly observed the attitude of the other party, read the tone, and quietly sighed:

"I understand."

He turned his gaze back to the front, buried his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray quietly.

In the process, he saw the inner caretaker in front of himself getting up and going to the side door, waiting for a bishop.

Huh... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and really integrated into the tranquil surroundings.

Suddenly, he had a voice in his heart that belonged to him but was not controlled by him:

"Do you think that you are doing something secret?

"No! Not at all! Have you forgotten that you have been exposed to the sacred objects of the goddess of the night?"

PS: I attended the meeting. I didn't have a manuscript. I sneaked a bit on my mobile phone. The number of words was a little less. I changed it first.