At this moment, he saw the crimson “star” symbolizing “The Hanged Man” also began to shrink and expand, and heard illusory and invisible sounds swinging away. “It happened to meet
the Hanged Man for a ceremony” Klein nodded thoughtfully. He sat on the top of the long bronze table, reaching out his hand to point to the “star”. Spirituality spread out and touched the
crimson that was shrinking and expanding. He heard the low and overlapping prayers of the “hanged man” and saw the blurry picture. In the picture, the “hanged man” is dressed in a pure black
robe, standing in front of four groups of firelight, surrounded by spiritual walls, shielded from external influences. Klein didn’t respond immediately, so he watched and listened quietly.
“You are the king of yellow and black who holds good luck.” “I pray for your help.” “The Hanged Man” finished his prayer and waited for a while.