Mystery: I'm secretly opening my vest

Chapter 53 Knowledge chasing people 18
Klein turned off the faucet on the sink, picked up the towel hanging on the shelf and wiped his wet hair, then threw the towel on the sink, and glanced at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

He locked the door lightly, stood in the center of the room, and walked counterclockwise.

Klein is already very familiar with the process of going up to the gray fog, so he no longer needs to cooperate with the ceremony and call out his honored name to reach the gray fog.

When he took the last step, Klein silently closed his eyes, waiting for the red light of the stars to descend.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Klein opened his eyes, and what he saw was still his familiar bedroom. He stood where he was and didn't go anywhere.

There is no gray fog filling the sky, no ancient palaces, no long bronze tables and 22 seats.

As if realizing something, Klein stood there with a pale face, and the bead of sweat that had been washed off hung on his forehead again.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the light of the red moon shone in through the gaps in the curtains, hitting Klein's pale face, making his complexion as paper-like as if his blood had been drained and lifeless.

The summer night wind is still cool, pouring in through the gaps in the windows, blowing the curtains of the windows, swaying constantly, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

The room was extremely quiet. In the silence, all sounds were amplified. The tap in the bathroom was slowly dripping water at a certain frequency. Except for the sound of breathing and Klein's nervous heartbeat, All that's left is the faint rustling of leaves outside the window.

Five minutes passed slowly in this eerie silence.

Many people feel uneasy when they are in this situation, and their minds are basically blank, as if an invisible giant hand is quietly choking the throat, pinching the neck of fate, making him breathless.

"Calm down, Klein."

Klein pinched his thigh desperately with his right hand, and at the same time took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down his mood in this way, trying to keep himself calm.

"Miss Elsa once said that the lord of the spirit world has long since fallen, but he probably still has a little consciousness left, seeking the chance of resurrection. Survival is the innate instinct of every living species, or something similar to A maintenance mechanism that blocks all those who want to enter the gray fog according to specific procedures."

"But logically speaking, I belong to the person who has been marked by that gray fog. Even though the authority of the master of the spirit world is theoretically greater than mine, I can try to see how to enter the gray fog for the first time."

"By chanting the honorable name of the Lord of the Spirit World, it should be possible to achieve the purpose of entering the gray mist."

The thoughts in Klein's mind kept turning, and he quickly made a decision.

Although Klein didn't know whether his choice this time was right or wrong, he had to give it a try.

Taking a deep breath, Klein calmed down. After adjusting his state, he walked the square counterclockwise again.

He solemnly took the first step, and at the same time read:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable."

Follow the second, third and final steps.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang God."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

After walking in four steps, Klein just returned to the starting point, and he waited for the unknown result with some trepidation.

Is the Lord of the Spirit World really resurrected?

What happened to Miss Elsa and Mr. Ards?

Will Benson, Melissa and everyone in the Nighthawks team die?
Complicated thoughts kept churning in Klein's mind, making him a little restless.

At this moment, a red light suddenly appeared before Klein's eyes, his body became light, and his sight gradually raised. He had never felt those annoying babblings so beautifully.

These all represent that Klein successfully opened the passage to the gray fog!

This is really good!

Klein's pupils contracted into pinholes as small as pinpoints, and he stared at the gray fog above with burning and firm eyes. He knew that there was hope for answers about everything there.

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Above the gray fog.

Klein was enveloped by the gray fog that filled the sky. His eyes passed through the thick gray fog and landed on the familiar bronze table and chair.

why?
why am i here

Who is that man?

Klein screamed in his heart, trying to figure out the mystery of all this, but found that he couldn't say anything, and couldn't do anything.

On the seat that originally belonged to 'The Fool', a man in a black robe, covered by gray mist, sat there like a ghost, looking at Klein.

Is this the Lord of the Spirit World?

Klein widened his eyes and stared at the other party.

He wanted to see the appearance of the other party clearly, and wanted to confirm the identity of the other party.

But he was imprisoned in place, and the endless gray mist turned into chains, binding him tightly.

'The Fool' stroked the spherical object in his arms, as if stroking his own treasure, and muttered to himself:
"It's almost time, the Tarot Club is about to start."

I saw 'The Fool' reaching out the palm that just touched the spherical object, and grabbed towards the phantom of the red star hidden in the gray mist.

Familiar red light gushes out from the middle of the red star like flowing water. The phantoms of Mr. 'The Hanged Man', Miss 'Justice', Miss 'Wheel of Fortune' and other unknown gentlemen and ladies are all in the red light. emerging from the light.

They each sat on their own bronze chairs, and under the leadership of Miss Justice, they saluted and greeted the 'Fool' sitting in the first seat.

"Let's go, let's go."

Klein roared, trying to break through the gray fog that imprisoned him.

The Fool glanced in Klein's direction. Those gray fogs seemed to have spirituality. They locked on Klein firmly and surrounded him, making Klein's body completely out of control.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and soon, this time the Tarot Club came to an end.

While the members of the Tarot Society saluted and bid farewell to the 'Fool' on the first seat, Klein's stiff body was slowly softening. He finally broke free from the gray fog that enveloped him and regained his freedom.

Miss 'Wheel of Fortune' seemed to have sensed something. One second before the spirit body disappeared, she turned her head and glanced in Klein's direction, but she only saw the surging gray mist and saw nothing else.

After all the members of the Tarot Society left, Klein's vision flickered, and the 'fool' in front of him had disappeared.

In the next second, he returned to the quaint bronze seat again, as if everything just now was an illusion.

There was a spherical object wrapped in a black curtain in his arms, and Klein lifted the gray curtain in a daze.

(End of this chapter)