At the same time as the crimson moonlight suddenly dimmed, a corresponding thought popped up in Crane's mind:

"The red moon is obscured by the fog again!"

As soon as his thoughts came to him, the figures that were faintly visible outside the dark curtain disappeared as if evaporating, and the roaring voices of the beasts came to an abrupt end.

The environment here has returned to its previous state...... Panatia the "Witch of Despair" is able to operate normally again...... Mr. A no longer has to worry about the danger outside, he can attack frantically and hunt prey...... Klein made a judgment in an instant, raised his right index finger, and ignited the leaves of a tree dozens of meters away with a snap.

He had to distance himself from Mr. A to avoid further infection of the disease, and at the same time decided whether to venture into the old church or not, depending on the situation.

For the current situation, Klein already has a preliminary plan, that is, to try to divert the attention of Panatia, the terrifying witch, with Mr. A, who has various abilities and strength, anyway, for the latter, there is no essential difference between the "Shepherd" and the "Secret Puppet Master" in terms of meat quality, both can fill their stomachs, and they must deal with whoever is easier to capture first.

When the time comes, a battle will inevitably break out between the two, and Crane will look for an opportunity to "snipe" Panatia!

Just as the crimson flames burst into the air, enveloping Crane's figure, he saw Mr. A turn into a shadow again, blending into his surroundings, and sneaking somewhere.

Ran away...... Ran away...... Aren't you Mr. A, who is crazy, and shouldn't you keep chasing your prey? Why did you run away...... Crane's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

His figure then disappeared into the flames, appearing in the firelight dozens of meters away.

As soon as Klein leaped out of the flames, his forehead was hot again, his lungs became heavy, and his breathing was sharply difficult.

Pestilence!

The plague of the "Witch of Despair" Panatia has spread!

In Klein's eyes, the bright girl in a pure white robe had floated in the air at some point, walking towards him step by step.

At Panatia's feet are cobwebs of countless thin transparent threads that connect with the surrounding houses and trees, covering half of the street.

In the eyes of this demigod-level witch, the intense hunger has receded, and there is no longer obvious blood red, and the gaze that looks at Gelman Sparrow is a little crazy and playful, as if to make the other party lose the ability to resist little by little, and experience the deepest, deepest, and most painful despair.

Crane swallowed his cough and snapped his fingers again, sending a stream of red flames from a tree near the steeple church.

His figure was immediately covered by the firelight, quickly faded, flashed onto the tree, and flashed into the swaying gorgeous "fireworks".

Immediately afterward, Crane leaped to the ground and quickly tumbled to the side of the old church.

At this moment, his body suddenly cooled, and he saw that his feet, thighs, waist and abdomen had condensed a thick layer of ice, while the surrounding hoarfrost was deposited, and the temperature plummeted.

Crane clenched his teeth, controlled the panic in his heart, and according to the predetermined plan, he unusually calmly stretched out his hands and pressed them against the wall.

The "wriggling hunger" he wore on his left palm had become transparent!

Without a sound, Crane passed through the thick dark walls and into the spire of the church.

Where he had been, a deep black fireball slowed down a little, only to hit the corner of the wall, rippling like a ripple of water, burning the frost and weeds in the vicinity.

At this moment, around the spire of the ancient church, the flying crows opened their mouths:

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Panatia paused and looked at the dark church in front of her, a little frightened.

............

Inside the church, Klein, who entered through the walls, was first blinded by the darker environment here, and then adapted to the faint light as the frost melted, and was able to see the scene ahead.

As far as his eyes could see, there were figures hanging one after another in the air.

It's all human!

Some of them wore black classical robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore skirts that were stretched out loosely, and some were dressed in tatters, like beggars.

Some of them have rugged faces, some have deep contours, handsome and masculine, some have delicate and beautiful facial features, and some are immature and cute, and they are quite young, and there is no similarity.

No, they still have something in common, they are all like air-dried bacon, hanging from a high place, their heads bowed, their eyes rolled and shaky.

Klein's scalp tingled a little, and he no longer doubted Panatia and Mr. A's description of the very dangerous place.

His back was pressed against the wall, intending to "open the door" as soon as there was a change, to avoid danger, and when he was discovered by the "Witch of Despair", he would enter through the wall again to avoid the attack, and so on and so forth, to ensure safety.

Woo!

A cold wind blew in the church, and the figures hanging in the air turned one by one, facing Klein.

Their collars seemed to be attached to ropes, and their heads were still hanging down.

Crane almost gasped and slammed his left palm against the wall.

At this moment, the Dao body shook like a wind chime, and its mouth opened, making an almost whispering sound:

"Hornachis...... Fregra ......

"Hornachis...... Fregra ......

"Hornachis...... Fregra......"

These voices echoed and overlapped, converging into one and burrowing into Crane's ears, giving him an unusual sense of familiarity!

This is like the whisper he heard after the previous promotions!

It came from here, from the Misty Town, from a corpse hanging in the air in an ancient church!

At this moment, Klein not only had a numb scalp, but his whole body was trembling.

Could it be that the roots of this misty town lie in the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains...... I'm not going up the mountain, I'm not going up, I'm not going up, I'm not going to go up the hill, but why doesn't the same whispering in this church bring a stinging in the head and a tendency to lose control...... Crane hissed, his hands open and clenched, clenched and opened, resisting the urge to go through the wall.

Now that he's been here, and now that he's seen the source of the babbling, he thinks that escaping may not be the solution.

In any case, a simple probe must be done, otherwise there is really something abnormal in the body and you don't know what's going on!

After making a quick divination with the gold coin, Klein tapped his teeth, turned on his spiritual vision, and looked at the dense figures hanging in the air, only to see that their spirituality was very restrained, and the color of their aura seemed to be normal, but it gave people a dull feeling.

There is an aura color...... Not dead yet?Crane frowned slightly and turned off his vision.

Immediately afterward, he pinched the first joint of his index finger twice with his left thumb, preparing to observe the "spirit line".

At a glance, Crane's pupils dilated suddenly, because those swaying figures hanging from the height, the "spirit thread" was extremely special.

The illusory black lines corresponding to each of them extended from each other's bodies, but they converged in the same direction, that is, the highest point of the ancient church, without exception!

In Crane's vision, they are like corpses suspended by the "spirit thread"!

Before Klein could think about what this meant, the corner of his eye suddenly swept to a picture:

His own "spirit thread" was drifting upwards on its own, stretching to the highest part of the church, to the source where the figures were hanging!

This is the first time Klein has seen the "Spirit Thread" act on its own without being manipulated!

They are like the metal of a magnet, drifting high uncontrollably, and the fastest one is already reaching its destination!

Crane couldn't imagine what would happen when all the "spirit threads" converged, and suspected that he would also become a "bacon" waiting to be dried, and he would be hoisted into the air and let out "Hornakis...... Fregela ...... "That's the slang."

For most extraordinary people, at this moment, they can only consider leaving the church to see if they can interrupt the process of the "spirit thread" being absorbed, but Klein is different, he is the "secret puppet master", and with a movement of his mind, he directly manipulates his "spirit thread" and pulls them back one by one.

After nearly thirty seconds, Crane finally completed this thing, but his "spirit thread" still had a tendency to drift upward, and he had to pay attention to it at all times.

Is this one of the dangers lurking inside this ancient church? Crane took a slow breath, no longer clinging to the walls, and walked deeper into the church.

Above his head, the figures swayed, as if looking down at him.

Twenty or thirty meters ahead, Klein finally saw something else, it was the pitch-black altar that belonged to this church.

And above the altar, there is a statue carved in stone.

After taking a few steps that way, Crane could see the statue clearly:

It has a female human form, but it has two animal legs growing out of its ribs and waist, and is covered with short, thick black hair.

In addition, the stone statue is surrounded by thin black bands, which are like tentacles extending out.

At the foot of this stone statue, there are souls sleeping, as if surrounded by a constellation of stars.

Crane's eyes shifted to the head of the stone statue and saw a beautiful face.

This...... Crane's eyes froze.

That face is no stranger to him, because he was "sent" here by the other party!

The face of this stone statue is exactly the same as that of the "eraser" angel in the basement of St. Samuel's Church!

He had something to do with it...... Yes, His erasure is to send people here, and it is not normal but irrelevant ...... What does he have to do with the "Night Country" in the Honakis Mountains in the Quaternary Period? The "Mother of Heaven"? But if so, why does He work for the Church? And there is some resemblance to the demon wolf described by the little "Sun"...... Doubts flashed through Crane's mind.

In the process, he slowly looked away and looked elsewhere for other possible clues.

A few seconds later, Crane spotted a figure, not hanging in the air, but sitting diagonally behind the statue.

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