Transcendent Dawn

　　 "So suddenly?"

　　 Thulhu, who was wiping his mouth with a napkin, was startled.

　　The bodyguards around are even more vigilant as they are facing the enemy.

　　 Roald picked up the notebook and quickly asked, "What does it look like?"

　　 "Red! Red eyes! Black skin, goat's horns..."

　　 Click!

　　 The glass fell on the ground and smashed into pieces.

　　 Mrs. Xiling waved her arms frantically, as if subconsciously dreaming: "It... it's looking for me! It's going to die! I'm going to die!"

　　 She seemed to have seen her end, crying bitterly, and she was about to collapse.

"what happened?"

　　 Thulhu opened up the inspiration warily, but found nothing.

　　 "What's the matter?"

　　 Roald lifted the bodyguard, stepped forward and grabbed Xi Ling's shoulder: "Tell me...what's going on?"

　　 "It... it's in my memory!"

　　 Mrs. Xiling said in a collapsed voice: "Once I think back to what it looked like, it will really find me, and I will definitely die! Save me! Servant of the goddess, save me!"

　　 "The law of murder of this cursed spirit is that when you recall the image, you will establish coordinates and be found?"

　　 Thulhu was surprised: "The forgetting at the beginning and having to remember it is very important... is actually a hint planted by the cursed spirit, let the survivors find their own death?"

　　 Obviously, the image of this cursed spirit is a taboo.

　　 But these survivors have a hint in their hearts that reminds them of Li Gui's appearance.

　　 Once you really remember it completely, it is the moment when the Cursed Spirit killed someone!

　　 "This is playing with the human heart... as something?"

　　 Thulhu is angry, and the inspiration continues to expand, forming a semicircle, guarding Mrs. Xi Ling.

　　 "I can feel it, it's in the gallery, it's the oil painting...it...it's here!"

　　 Mrs. Xiling curled up into a ball, howling frantically: "Katie, protect me!"

"Yes!"

　　 The female bodyguard stepped forward, trying to comfort her by grasping the employer's hand.

　　 Suddenly, her eyes narrowed.

　　 Only four claw marks appeared on Mrs. Xi Ling's right arm. The flesh and blood opened, and bright red blood flowed freely.

　　 "When is this... when?"

　　 Roald and Thulhu were shocked.

　　 Especially Thulhu!

　　 "The cursed spirit has begun to hurt, why? Why can't I perceive it?"

　　 Thulhu thought quickly: "Unless... the other party descends from a higher spiritual world and directly attacks Xi Ling?"

　　The spirit world is divided into many layers.

　　 As a newly promoted [Spirit Medium], Thulhu touches the first level of the spiritual world at most.

　　 More importantly, the soul must be out of the body, in the form of a spirit body, in order to move freely in the first level of the spirit world.

　　 At this time, he was still in the body, and his inspiration reached at most half of the spiritual world, facing a higher-dimensional blow, there was nothing to do.

　　 "Is it necessary to use the soul to get out of the body?"

　　 He quickly calculated: "But at this time, once the soul is out of its body, it will be more dangerous!"

　　 The spirit body can travel in the spirit world, but he is a first-order [Spirit Medium]. If he faces the cursed spirit in the spirit world, I am afraid it will not end well.

　　 At this moment before Thulhu has made up his mind.

　　 Suddenly, his inspiration finally caught something, and his whole body began to tremble.

　　 That is an indescribable, extremely powerful ‘existence’.

　　 He deeply felt the breath of the other party, and knew that he was probably not an opponent at this time, that was the essential difference!

　　 The opponent came from a deeper spiritual world, repeatedly breaking through the limitations of space and dimensions, and came to the first spiritual world.

　　 It is like a giant, with a terrible sense of existence, reaching out to Mrs. Xi Ling in the real world!

　　 The next moment.

　　 Mrs. Xi Ling, who was limp, disappeared instantly.

　　 In the first level of the spirit world, there is no other party anymore!

　　 only the screams of the maids and bodyguards remained.

"what!!"

"what happened?"

　　 Katie stared blankly at the empty chair in front of him: "Where is the madam?"

　　 "She... was taken away!"

　　 Thulhu said in a deep voice, suspecting that it was because of the change caused by my being with Roald.

　　 Otherwise, the blow from the spirit world alone is enough to kill an ordinary person.

　　 "Gallery! In that gallery...that is the final execution ground!"

　　 Roald spoke immediately.

"let's go!"

　　 The two looked at each other and ran out of the villa quickly and got into the carriage.

　　 The driver was urged, and he slapped two black horses that were pulling the cart. The wheels were rolling, and the speed was fast.

　　 "Well, tell me now, are you sure to deal with this cursed spirit?"

　　 Inside the carriage, the voice of Roald is very serious.

"do not know!"

　　 The face of Thulhu is ugly. It was just a confrontation of breath just now, which made him know that if he wanted to limit the evil spirits with the thorns like last time, he might not even be able to hold the opponent for a second.

　　 And the spirit of the curse is immortal and can only be isolated or sealed.

　　 At the level of Roald, I am afraid that there are only two ways to deal with the spirit body. Fortunately, I know the other party's law of killing and there are loopholes to drill.

　　 "So... I'm afraid we can only be'corpse collectors' or'washers' this time." Roald replied with a gloomy look.

　　 "Collect the corpse? Wash the ground?"

　　 Thulhu felt something very bad.

"To deal with the cursed spirit, in addition to the seal, the only thing left is the blockade... Once the other party's law of killing ~www.NovelMTL.com~ or the scope of activity is confirmed, the targeted blockade will be activated immediately...This is also a certain degree. The seal on!"

Roald explained: "For example, this cursed spirit, its law of killing, seems to have seen a certain oil painting, that oil painting must be in the gallery, maybe it is lodged on that oil painting... in order to reduce Loss, it is necessary to block the entire gallery and not allow a living person to enter...In this case, after the cursed spirit has killed all those who have seen it, it may be quiet for a while."

　　 "This approach is really helpless." Thulhu shook his head: "Can't you burn the oil painting?"

　　 "It's useless, the oil painting is just a carrier. If it burns, it may cause the cursed spirit to escape and appear in a stranger way..."

　　 Roald shook his head: "Our Extraordinaries may not be afraid of the spirit of curse to some extent, but for ordinary people, that is simply incomprehensible!"

　　 "It's desperate..."

　　 Thulhu sighed and looked at a fuzzy image hand-drawn in the Roald notebook: "Is this... the image of a demon?"

　　Sometimes, even a shadow left by a demon can become a weird curse!

　　 Maybe, that oil painting, a portrait of a demon! Is the root of the cursed spirit?

"Although the cursed spirit this time is probably made by a'demon', it is not a real demon!" Roald shook his head: "The real'demon' is an ideal existence. There is only one demon with a human image. It's a possibility, that's a demon professional!"

　　 "[Fallen] High-level form of pathway!" Thulhu whispered.

　　 "They call themselves human-shaped demons, and they are divided into lower and upper ranks... the more upper the demons, the more idealistic their forms, and they tend to master some terrifying abilities! For example... create a curse!"