Iron Cross Street, Klein's house.

Zhou Mingrui arranged the ceremony, took a deep breath, and came to the center of the room. He calmed down for a few minutes before taking a dignified step, taking a square counterclockwise.

Taking the first step, he recited in a low voice:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable."

In the second step, he sincerely said silently:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

In the third step, Zhou Mingrui held his breath and whispered:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang God."

In the fourth step, he exhaled the turbid air and said silently:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

After returning to his place, he closed his eyes, the darkness in front of him was dyed with the crimson of the light belt.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to stop flowing, becoming thick and weird.

Immediately following, a whisper that was sometimes subtle, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes seductive, sometimes manic, and sometimes maddened in his ears.

Zhou Mingrui only felt that his head was about to explode, and his thoughts were dyed with psychedelic colors.

He couldn't bear it any longer. When the string in his mind was about to snap, the murmuring of countless overlapping noises subsided, and the surroundings became very quiet.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the diffuse gray mist reflected in his eyes, hazy, blurry, and boundless.

"What's the situation?" Zhou Mingrui looked around in amazement, then lowered his head and found himself floating on the edge of an endless gray fog.

The gray fog flows like flowing water, dotted with crimson 'stars', some of them are big, some are small, some are hidden deep, and some are floating on the surface.

Among them is a 'star', which is constantly shrinking and expanding, and seems to have a weak connection with him.

Looking at this holographic scene, Zhou Mingrui tentatively stretched out his right hand, trying to touch this 'star' that was constantly shrinking and expanding, to find a way to leave.

However, this 'star' was a little far away from him, so he walked over.

Just as he was walking away, the fingers of his left hand accidentally touched the surface of a star beside him. Suddenly, water marks gushed out from his body, and an intense 'crimson' erupted, like a dreamy firework.

Zhou Mingrui was taken aback, his left hand retracted in a panic, and he accidentally bumped into another 'star', and this 'star' also glowed red.

As a result, Zhou Mingrui felt that his head was empty and his spirit was lethargic...

In the gray fog, Audrey Hall regained her sight, and looked around in panic and confusion. She saw a man with a blurry head and a hazy figure on the opposite side, so she made similar movements.

Immediately afterward, they found a mysterious man who was completely different from them and was covered in gray mist at almost the same time.

"Sir, where is this?"

"What do you want to do?"

Audrey and Alger spoke at the same time.

......

When the first Tarot Club was on its way, Audrey realized that she had been forgetting a certain question, which was too impolite, and asked:

"Sir, what should we call you?"

Alger nodded slightly and asked solemnly:

"Sir, what should we call you?"

Zhou Mingrui was stunned for a moment, his fingers on the long bronze table gently tapped, and the contents of the previous divination suddenly flashed in his mind.

He leaned back, withdrew his right hand, put his fingers on his chin, smiled at the two and said:

"You can call me... Fool."

...When it was agreed to meet at 3:00 pm every Monday, and Audrey and Alger had chosen their code names, and chatted about something casually, Zhou Mingrui began to feel a headache.

"Okay, that's it for today's party." He immediately decided and said in a low voice.

"Follow your will." Alger bowed his head and saluted, and Audrey followed suit.

Zhou Mingrui cut off contact, smiled and said, "Let's look forward to the next party."

When the projections of the two were broken, Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but glance at the 'star' that was still shrinking and expanding.

"When my headache gets better, I'll come up and see. Although pulling two people feels like my limit, I have an intuition that this 'star' will not cause any damage to me."

The next second, Zhou Mingrui felt that he was rapidly becoming heavier, and the surroundings were erratic. First, there was darkness in front of him, followed by bright sunshine.

After confirming that he could not go back for a short time, he said to himself with emotions such as depression, loss, pain and melancholy:

"From now on, I'll be Klein."

......

When the first tarot meeting had ended, Hidal was still sitting on the single sofa in the townhouse, waiting for Klein to pull him in.

But more than three hours have passed since the beginning of the wait.

"No, I remember that Klein tried the 'Transfer Ceremony' as soon as he got back. At this point, I'm afraid the first Tarot Club is over." Hidell scratched his hair irritably.

Thinking of something, he was stunned for a moment, and said with some surprise:

"Isn't it because the 'star' that represents me is very different, making Klein think there might be a ghost, and then just shut me out?!"

Hydall blinked, it's not impossible.

"If that's the case, then I can only unilaterally make him my favored one, wait, wait..."

......

After a little sleep, Klein recovered. During this time, he found that there were four black dots on the back of his right hand, which just formed a small square.

These four black spots turned from dark to light and disappeared quickly, but Klein knew that they were still hidden in his body, waiting to be awakened.

"Four o'clock, square, is it the correspondence of the four staple foods in the four corners? I can go directly to the steps and incantations in the future?"

Klein had a vague guess, and it was time to give it a try.

So he took four steps backwards while chanting the four incantations in a low voice.

Crazy roars and tempting whispers began to reverberate, and soon, he floated up and saw the diffuse, gray, boundless, hazy mist again, saw the crimson 'stars', saw that one The 'star' that has been shrinking and expanding.

Klein once again transformed the magnificent temple on the gray fog, the long bronze table directly under the broad dome, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs symbolized by different constellations.

He first walked to the top and sat down, covering his body and face with a thicker gray mist, then stretched out his right hand and shook the crimson 'star'.

"Let me see why you are so different!"

......

In the townhouse, it had been three more hours since Hedor's thick black hair was messed up by him.

"Oh, it seems that I was really abandoned..." Hidell shook his head and smiled bitterly.

At this moment, he found that a deep red light emerged like a tide out of nowhere, drowning him in an instant.

When he initially regained consciousness, he found himself standing in a majestic palace supported by huge stone pillars. In front of him was an ancient and mottled bronze long table, and on the opposite side of the long table sat a figure shrouded in a thick gray fog.

"I'm in!?" Hidell was excited.