Chapter 54 - The Real Horror (1/2)

The Cocoon.

That was the name of the gallery.

After that horrible incident, the entire gallery had been cordoned off by the police.

Thulhu and Roald got off the coach. Standing in front of the black building, they both had a deep feeling of unease.

“Remember, do not look at that cursed painting. Once you remember the portrait, the cursed spirit will find you!” Roald warned Thulhu.

He then took out two strips of black cloth and handed Thulhu one. They had to cover their eyes.

Roald really looked like a demon hunter now to Thulhu.

He also covered his eyes. As an extraordinary, he no longer had to rely on his eyes to see: his spiritual perception outlined every object within a range of ten meters.

“The cursed spirit wasn’t created by the real demon from the abyss, but by a very powerful specialist!”

Roald sniffed the air and continued, “The specialist isn’t here, but I can still sense traces of the demon’s aura in the air!”

“What makes you think that the specialist left?” asked Thulhu.

“If the specialist were still here, the demon power inside me would have responded. In fact, I can still feel a slight connection,” answered Roald honestly. “Any other questions?”

“Nope!”

The butler had also arrived. After his quick explanation, Roald and Thulhu stormed the gallery.

Bang!

The heavy door was pushed open. Thulhu immediately sensed the evil power inside.

“Good. The space hasn’t been completely changed yet.” Roald took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

Once a cursed spirit’s pattern of behaviour became clear, even ordinary people had a chance at survival, as a cursed spirit was more like a rigid written program.

Unless the “programmer,” the demon specialist, decided to change the code, or the program suddenly went haywire.

Therefore, Thulhu and Roald still hadn’t lost hope.

As soon as they entered the gallery, the place suddenly quieted down, as if they had entered another world.

Spiritual power could affect the environment.

According to the notes, the most dangerous spirit could drain the souls of ordinary people in the spirit world.

In the misty darkness, the corridor seemed endless.

They didn’t know which painting had been cursed. Their eyes were covered, but this didn’t affect them at all.

Thulhu’s spiritual perception acted as his eyes, while Roald had been trained for this, and could feel out his surroundings with the walking stick in his hand.

“Follow me!”

Thulhu did a quick check.

Although Thulhu couldn’t see every detail in this place with his spiritual perception, it was enough for him to see the layout and all the obstacles in this place.

If he focused, he could even see the outlines of the paintings on the wall, but that was the last thing Thulhu wanted to do.

Fighting a spirit wasn’t an interesting thing to do.

Thulhu turned a corner in front of Roald. He paused for a few seconds, and then sighed heavily.

His spiritual perception told him that there was a body on the floor in front of him a few meters away.

“I smell blood.” Roald sniffed. “Mrs. Schilling?”

“Yes!”

They knew that this would happen, as a coach could never catch up to a spirit, but they just hadn’t wanted to lose hope.

On the floor, Mrs. Schilling’s eyes had lost all their shine.