The nervousness dissipated, and Kernli's strangulation of his neck suddenly slowed down. Klein no longer seemed to be in the battlefield. So get peace.

This is exactly the change Klein hopes to get!

At this moment, he entered a state of extreme tranquility, as if he was the only one left in the whole world, and nothing else existed.

With this feeling, an intuitive thought suddenly flashed in his mind:

Mrs. Sharon is running away! This is the predictive ability of the "Joker" in battle.

"She was seriously injured in the dream just now!" Klein made a quick judgment, and he grabbed the "psychic mirror" without hesitation.

Klein rolled over and walked out of the bedroom directly to the corridor, just in time to see Mrs. Sharon running towards the study with her head covered.

But at this moment, the warning of the 'clown' came again!

"She's going to throw a dagger and attack me!"

Madam Sharon turned around suddenly, and the dagger hidden in her hand suddenly came out of her right hand.

Just when Mrs. Sharon made a move, Klein rolled out to the left without hesitation, and the dagger burning with jet-black flame just brushed past his cheek.

During the tumbling, Klein suddenly lifted the "psychic mirror" and looked at Madam Sharon!

Mrs. Sharon, who was wearing a translucent nightgown, missed the shot and was about to chase the opponent who was rolling quickly when she suddenly saw a mirror with three small cracks.

The water in the mirror swayed, and a figure of a woman emerged. Her hair was black and thick, and it fell straight down, covering her face.

Klein shook his left hand, and the "psychic mirror" slid forward along the carpet for dozens of centimeters, facing up.

A pale hand reached out to the mirror, and the figure of a woman in a white sheet-like dress quickly climbed out of the mirror and rushed towards Mrs. Sharon.

Mrs. Sharon's expression became slightly gloomy, and her brown, innocent eyes were dyed with a layer of darkness.

Seven black flames swirled around her.

With a swoosh, a black flame flew out, hitting the white-skirted woman with long hair covering her face.

Woo!

The woman was on fire, and a painful moan came out of her mouth, which quickly disappeared.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Blossoms of black flames were like bullets, and they shot towards Klein.

Klein's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly rolled, daring not to pause at all.

However, his tumbling movement gradually became sluggish, because the almost invisible thin threads were entangled again, slowing down his speed and affecting his movements.

This is simply the nemesis of the "Joker" fighting ability!

A black flame wiped Klein's face again and flew over. Klein was not lucky enough to escape the blow just now, and a premonition suddenly flashed in his mind.

So, he yanked his spine sharply and turned to a side roll.

A transparent ice crystal spear protruded violently, stabbed the carpet, and stabbed to the next position that Klein had originally planned.

The white frost spread, affecting Klein, whose movements were affected by the filaments.

He shivered suddenly, his body became stiff, and although he could move, he was quite sluggish.

Seeing a new black flame coiling around Mrs. Sharon, a transparent frost spear condensed in her hand.

Just when Klein was about to take out Mr. Ards' copper whistle and summon the bone monster to help, Mrs. Sharon's tender body suddenly trembled, and her face showed pain.

And this directly affected the output of spirituality, the black flames coiling around her, and the frost spear condensed in her hands dissipated instantly.

So Klein half-squatted on the ground, raised his right hand directly, and shot Mrs. Sharon with bang bang, letting the silver demon hunting bullets pass through countless invisible filaments and shoot at the opponent's head and the other side. Translucent nightdress.

Suddenly, Mrs. Sharon quickly moved to another direction as if being pulled by something, avoiding Klein's frantic shooting.

All five bullets in the revolver were shot out. Klein's heart tensed. He didn't have time to change the bullets, so he threw away the pistol, reached out and grabbed a stack of tarot cards!

Snapped!

Mrs. Sharon turned her body sharply, and saw a card flying past, deeply inserted into the surface of the wall.

The corners of her mouth were outlined, and her beautiful brown eyes were once again dyed with a dark color.

At this moment, her waterfall-like brown hair rose suddenly, as if being blown by an invisible force.

Mrs. Sharon was stunned for a moment, and when she tried to dodge, it was already half a beat, and the "Magician" card thrown by Klein's wrist pinned her hair to the wall.

Snapped! Mrs. Sharon forcibly tore off her hair, rolled forward, and quickly disappeared from Klein's eyes.

Invisible! Klein held the tarot card between his fingers and moved slowly, vigilantly guarding the surroundings.

"No, Mrs. Sharon wants to escape!"

With a flash of heart, Klein flicked his wrist and threw the tarot card he was holding in the direction of the window.

Whoosh whoosh! He threw five cards in a row, three blocked the window, and two turned into flying knives, slashing towards the door of the study.

Click! Snapped! Snapped!

Amidst the sound of glass breaking, two tarot cards were inserted deep into the half-open study door one after the other, and Klein heard the sound of dodging as he wished.

He shook his wrist and threw the card again, and with the intuition of the "clown", he threw the card to a certain position on the side of the door.

Playing cards approached there at high speed with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, but reluctantly burrowed into the hard wall, but a figure was quickly outlined in the air. It was Mrs. Sharon, who was wearing a translucent nightgown and brown hair and brown eyes. .

As soon as Mrs. Sharon was exposed, her eyes suddenly lost their expression, and she seemed to fall into a deep sleep while standing.

Deacon Hassan... Klein swept his gaze and did not rush to throw out the cards, because he knew that Mrs. Sharon could break free from the dream soon, and if she could not be fatally injured within two or three seconds, the other party would forcefully escape.

With his knees bent, Klein tumbled to the side and forward, half lying on the ground, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the edge of the "psychic mirror" that was facing upwards.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he threw the Sealed Artifact "3-0271" out before he was caught by the mirror, and threw it out facing Mrs. Sharon.

Mrs. Sharon's body trembled, the look in her brown eyes quickly returned to normal, and her eyes found the focus.

And earlier than she was awake, a layer of crystal clear and firm frost appeared on her body.

However, she didn't see the flying cards or the silver demon hunting bullets. She only saw a mirror from far to near, and only saw her innocent and charming face reflected in the mirror.

The beautiful face suddenly became distorted, with wrinkles, bloodstains, and rotting plaques appearing on it.

"No!" Mrs. Sharon let out a shrill cry, as if she had witnessed the death of her lover.

Her skin quickly turned turquoise, and yellow pus came out from the corners of her eyes.

After a moment, Mrs. Sharon burned a quiet black flame from the inside out, as if she was driving away something.

Immediately afterwards, a thick layer of frost formed on the outside of the black flame, like a sleeping coffin being made.

Invisible filaments wrapped around each other, and finally superimposed the color visible to the naked eye. They wrapped the frost layer by layer, and seemed to form a huge cocoon.

Boom, boom, boom, the Sealed Artifact "3-0271" fell to the ground, rolled forward a few times, and stopped beside Mrs. Sharon's huge "silkworm cocoon".

Klein quickly took this opportunity to grab the revolver that belonged to him that had just been thrown on the carpet.

He grabbed three silver Demon Hunter bullets with his left hand and slid them into the bullet holes familiarly.

Snapped!

Klein closed the runner, stood up, and aimed the gun at Madam Sharon and between her eyebrows.

At this moment, the "silkworm cocoon" cracked open, the ice coffin disintegrated inch by inch, and the black flame turned into fluorescent light and flew around.

boom!

He controlled his body with the ability of a "clown" and pulled the trigger.

The silver demon hunting bullet flashed and hit the "fixed target" accurately.

A bloodstain appeared between Mrs. Sharon's eyebrows, but the bullet seemed to have passed through many layers of invisible obstacles, losing most of its strength and failing to lift the opponent's skull.

Klein fired two more shots without hesitation, and saw Mrs. Sharon's eyes suddenly open.

boom! boom!

A rain of blood scattered along with the white dots, and Mrs. Sharon, who can be called a stunner, turned into a skull-smashed female corpse that could make every man have nightmares.

Her "stand-in" has been used up long ago.

Huh, huh, Klein drooped his hands, pointed his revolver slantingly, panting heavily, while Madam Sharon, who had only half of her head, fell softly to the ground, her figure was still outstanding, and her skin was fair and tender.

At this moment, Al Hasson walked in from outside the house.

However, his face was so pale that it was a little terrifying, even more serious than the last time he entered Hood Eugen's dream.

"Deacon Hassan, are you alright!" Klein said worriedly.

Obviously, while Al Hasson severely injured Mrs. Sharon in his dream, he also seriously injured himself.

Al Hassen was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes swept away, and he didn't see Keenli, and asked:

"Where's Cornley?"

Klein snapped back to his senses. Kernli was caught by the mirror of the 'psychic' just now, and the time for the effect of the 'sleeping spell' has already passed!

"Not good!" Klein turned and ran back to the bedroom. At this time, Keenli was still lying on the ground, keeping his hands around his neck, but not moving.

"How... how..." Klein's voice became hoarse and choked.

He had never experienced the pain of losing a teammate before, even Old Neil was just about to lose control.

But in the end, under the reminder of "Power" and "God", he was rescued in time, and, in a few days, maybe he will be back with Dunn.

This was the first time he had lost his teammates, even though Roshan and Dunn had already told him that the Nighthawks were dangerous, and that various death cases were recorded in the files.

But when it really happened in front of him, Klein only felt pain in his heart at the moment.

Al Hasson walked in, leaning on the wall, saw Kenley standing still on the ground, and was silent for a long time.

Finally, the voice was hoarse:

"Sorry, I made a mistake and was deceived by Mrs. Sharon. I didn't expect that she had quietly escaped from the dream."

He paused for a moment, then said in a serious tone:

"However, you have to get used to it. It's a normal thing for a Nighthawk to die in a mission. Maybe the next one will be me."

Klein was silent and didn't know how to answer. He knew that Al Hasson, like Dunn, was a night watchman for more than ten years. He had already experienced how many times his teammates died in front of his eyes.

But it was his first time.

In the end, he stepped forward trembling step by step and came to Keenli's side. He knew that even if he didn't want to face it, he had to face it.

"May the goddess bless you and give you real sleep." Al Hassen came to Kernley and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

May the goddess bless you, and there will be no more danger and madness in the quiet night... Klein also drew a crimson moon and prayed silently in his heart.

He squatted down with red eyes, ready to pull Kernli's hands back, not wanting him to remain in a suicidal posture after he died.

Just when Klein reached out his hand and was about to touch Kernli, Kernli, who was originally motionless, suddenly made a sound from his nose.

"Ok!"

Immediately after a jolt, he sat up abruptly.

At this time, Klein was in a state of sadness. The Clown's spiritual warning didn't work in time. He was squatting down again, so...

Boom!

The two heads collided in an instant, making a drum-like sound.

"Ah!" followed by two screams.

Klein covered his head in pain, but when he saw Keenli laying back on the ground and covering his head, he felt the pain in his head instantly, and said in surprise:

"Kenli, you...you're not dead!"

And Al Hasson was stunned, and then he smiled and laughed out loud.

Keenli looked at the strange performance of the two, scratched his head and wondered:

"Do you think I'm dead?"

Suddenly he seemed to remember something and exclaimed:

"Where's Mrs. Sharon, did she run away?"

"She's dead, but let's talk about what happened to you first."

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Next ~lightnovelpub.net~ In Keenli's remarks, Klein and the others quickly knew what happened.

Kernli did see himself in the mirror of the 'psychic', and then he found himself and another self, a ghost-like self, took him to a strange world.

There he saw indescribable shapes, even things that were so transparent that they seemed to not exist, and saw one after another of different colors of bright and pure brilliance that contained endless knowledge.

There, another self attacked Kernli, and Kernli was not an opponent at all, and he was torn with all kinds of scars.

Just when he thought he was going to be killed by another self, a lady wearing a long black palace dress and a soft hat suddenly appeared, with a delicate face, but her face was extremely pale, like a wraith.

The lady just opened it slightly, and the other Kernli was torn apart in an instant.

And Kernli also woke up.

"...that's the way it is," Cohen said.

Al Hasson fell into deep thought, and said after a few seconds:

"From the weird world you described, it seems to be the spiritual world..."

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