Transcendent Dawn

　　 "Insect Cocoon"!

　　 This is the name of the gallery.

　　 Because of a terrible accident, the entire gallery has been sealed off, and there are police officers patrolling nearby.

　　 The carriage stopped, Roald and Thulhu jumped down, looking at the dark buildings, they were a little palpitating.

　　 "Remember... you can't look at the cursed oil painting! If you remember the portrait of the devil... Maybe the curse will come to you next time!"

　　 Roald took out two black cloths, blindfolded them, and gave the remaining one to Thulhu.

　　 "This dress is more like a demon hunter!"

　　 Thulhu spit out, blindfolded and full of inspiration, as if a radar scan, the outline of the surrounding ten-meter objects clearly appeared in my mind.

　　 "Although the cursed spirit here is not a real demon from the abyss, it is also arranged by a very powerful demon professional!"

　　 Roald sniffed: "Even if the other party has been away for a long time, I still smell a strong devilish breath in the air!"

　　 "Why, do you think that demon professional has left?" Thulhu asked.

　　 "Because if the opponent is still there, the demon power in my body has already started to tremble instinctively. In fact...now I really feel a little bit." Roald sincerely replied, "Are there any questions?"

　　 "No more!"

　　 Seeing that the police officer had also negotiated with Ms. Xi Ling's housekeeper, they immediately rushed into the gallery one after another.

boom!

　　 The dusty door was opened, and Thulhu immediately sensed the horror inside.

　　 "Fortunately, the environment has not been completely changed and closed!" Roald took a deep breath: "Shall we go in?"

　　The characteristic of the cursed spirit is that once the law of killing is understood, ordinary people are likely to survive, because it is just a rigid procedure.

　　 But it does not rule out the possibility that the demon programmers suddenly tampered with the rules or mutated themselves.

　　 For Thulhu and Roald, the risk at this time is still barely acceptable.

　　 They stepped into the gallery, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and all the hustle and bustle of the outside world turned into silence, as if they had come to another world.

　　 This is the ability of the spirit body to affect the surrounding environment.

　　According to the records in the Demon Hunting Manual, the most dangerous spirit body can even attract the souls of ordinary people in the spirit world and cause tragedies.

　　 In the misty darkness, the corridor is long, and there seems to be no end in sight.

　　Because I don't know which oil painting was cursed, they both were blindfolded, but it didn't affect anything.

　　 Thulhu is purely inspirational instead of vision, while Roald seems to have been specially trained to determine the surrounding terrain with a stick.

"follow me!"

　　 Thulhu took the lead and quickly checked the surroundings.

　　 Although the inspiration cannot be so detailed that everything around him is clear, the general terrain and obstacles are all visible before his eyes.

　　 Even the oil painting on the wall, if he concentrates, he can see some outlines, but he will definitely not deliberately look for a curse to let him go.

　　 Fighting against such a spirit body is not fun.

　　 After turning a corner, Thulhu suddenly sighed.

　　 In his perception, a few meters in front of him, a corpse was lying on the ground.

　　 "Smell of blood? Dead?" Roald sniffed: "Mrs. Xi Ling?"

"is her!"

　　 How can the speed of the carriage keep up with the movement of the spirit body? The two men were mentally prepared for this.

　　 is just Mrs. Xi Ling at this time, and she no longer feels beautiful before.

　　 Her beautiful eyes completely lost their color, her head was separated from her body, and large swaths of blood flowed under the corpse.

　　 "Which oil painting is on the scene? Look at the introduction, don't look at the oil painting itself!" Roald said solemnly.

　　 "This exhibition hall is..."

　　Thulhu was inspired and released, and found the nameplate introduction: "The work of painter Robert-the man in the dusk!"

　　 "The possibility of this oil painting being cursed is very high, let's go!"

　　 Roald cane tap on the ground: "Determine the source of the curse, we can hand in the task, and let the Goddess Church take over the rest..."

　　 "Wait a minute!"

　　 Thulhu At this time, there was another discovery: "There are... there are people over there!"

　　 He walked around and came to another exhibition hall.

　　 In the center, there is a girl, the girl he knows very well-Molly!

　　 Molly Apple at this time looks terrible.

　　 In other words, she is already a corpse.

　　 Also, his eyes were dug out, his facial features flowed out of black congestion, his hands pinched his neck, his tongue spit out long.

　　 "There is blood on her finger... she went out of her eyes, pierced her ears, and finally strangled herself..."

　　 Thulhu felt a chill.

　　 can defeat a person's most instinctive consciousness of survival, which is beyond his imagination.

　　 "Hehe...I smelled the scent of sulfur, candle burning, essential oil incense... Is she performing some ritual?"

　　 Roald suddenly sneered.

"indeed……"

　　 Thulhu observed and found that there were indeed other arrangements: "What's the matter?"

　　 "Obviously... in this gallery, there is more than one horror!"

Roald said: "She came here for the'man in the twilight', to unlock the seal of the cursed spirit on it, to curse someone, such as you! But...the cursed spirit is not an ordinary person With the low-level Extraordinaries that can be manipulated, she failed. The cursed spirit broke through the seal, but began to kill frantically. In order to save herself, she held a ritual of praying to the devil! Then ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is what you see That's it..."

　　 "She may have seen... the real demon!"

　　 The devil is equivalent to the evil **** and cannot be looked at directly. Even its words of the abyss are extremely scary for the low-level "Extraordinaries".

　　 "This little girl really hit the jackpot, she must be the favored one of the **** of doom...if this exists."

　　 Roald added: "You have been looking for her, I hope she can answer some of your questions, but she is also dead!"

　　 Although [Spirit Medium] can make the dead speak, Thulhu has no such idea at this time.

　　 Even if Molly can successfully psychic, her spirit will inevitably be contaminated by demons, and psychic is seeking death.

Thulhu can completely imagine the scene at the time-the girl was trapped in the gallery, faced with the cursed spirit that was constantly killing people, had to pray to the devil, originally only praying for refuge, but the greatness in the abyss, The indescribable existence is so generous this time, revealing its true face, perhaps accompanied by terrifying and polluting whispers, something that the Seven Gods and their followers call the “soul language” and “the whisper of the abyss”!

　　 The inexplicable horror directly penetrated the girl's brain and destroyed her sanity. Even adopting some self-rescue methods to close the five senses is of no avail.

　　 In the end, she strangled herself to death!

　　 Even if it's Thulhu, or even other Extraordinaries, when you encounter such a situation, you have to fall back!

　　 "Obviously it's just one of the most common prayer rituals..."

　　 Thulhu murmured incredulously.

　　 "Who knows? The devil won't reason with you!"

　　 Roald shrugged, the abyss demon was originally an incomprehensible existence: "Now, the degree of danger in this place has exceeded my imagination, we must leave immediately!"