Tulu watched as Angor disappeared down the stairs. He wondered if he should follow him.
Suddenly, Tulu felt a gust of cold wind blowing in from the door, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
"Let's follow him." Tulu's teeth were chattering. At least he would be safe if he followed Padt.
Tulu lowered his head and followed Angor's footsteps.
The stairwell was dark, but surprisingly, there was no dust. However, there was a faint smell of potion in the air that made Tulu uncomfortable. He had a feeling that the thick smell of potion was masking some other smell.
Tap tap tap —
They continued down the stairs.
The green light of the fluorite illuminated the endless staircase. Tulu felt as if he was walking down a staircase leading to hell. Every step he took would make his heart tremble.
"Mister Angor, why is there such a strong potion smell in the basement?" Tulu asked as he looked at Angor's back.
"It's because —" Angor looked back.
"What is it?" Tulu didn't know why Angor stopped talking.
"Because this used to be the infirmary of the orphanage." Angor narrowed his eyes and grinned.
Tulu curled his lips. He thought Angor was trying to trick him. Just think about it, which orphanage would build the infirmary underground?
The two of them continued walking for about a minute. Tulu crossed his arms in front of his chest. "It's getting colder and colder. It's like there's wind coming from all directions."
"Maybe it's the wind blowing through the hall."
You're kidding me again. Was the wind blowing in all directions? Tulu wanted to complain, but he didn't want to waste any more of his energy.
The further they went, the colder it got. Wasn't this supposed to be the infirmary? Why does it feel like an ice cellar?
Another gust of cold wind blew over, causing goosebumps to appear all over Tulu's back. Suddenly, Tulu heard a crisp laughter. Judging from the sharpness of the laughter, it sounded like a child's laughter.
According to Tulu, the residents in the neighborhood all moved out of the alley to protect themselves when they heard children's laughter.
The laughter he heard just now, could it be those evil spirits that were harming people?
"Mister Padt, is there really an evil spirit here?" Tulu asked again, his voice trembling.
"Don't worry, there won't be any," Angor said. "Look around."
Tulu didn't understand why Angor wanted him to turn around. But he didn't know what was going on. His logical thinking did not catch up, but his muscle memory made him turn his head subconsciously.
Once again, Tulu saw a pair of eyes.
His pitch-black eyes were as black as a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
Tulu gasped. He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be frozen. He could only retreat until he reached the wall, panting heavily.
"Mister Padt, there's … there's … there's … there's … there's … there's …" Tulu's voice trembled.
Before he could say "ghost", he heard Angor's voice.
"He's just an ordinary soul with no interest. That's enough to scare you?"
Tulu looked at Angor, who had already reached the end of the basement and was leaning against a closed door.
A boring soul? Tulu pondered for a moment before he looked at the owner of the pair of eyes that had shocked him a moment ago.
It was a young boy around seven or eight years old wearing a gray, tattered shirt. His face was pale, but his expression was calm. There was no good or evil in those dark eyes, only endless indifference.
His figure was somewhat illusory, and vaguely transparent.
Tulu remembered Angor telling him about souls and undead creatures. According to Angor, undead creatures usually showed vicious expressions. But the boy in front of him didn't show any resentment at all.
"It's scary even if it's just a soul," Tulu said in a weak voice.
"What if I tell you that this little guy has been following you since you came downstairs? Will you feel better?" Angor narrowed his eyes.
Tulu was a little surprised. He recalled the chilling wind he felt when he went downstairs.
Every time he thought about the unknown soul following him, Tulu felt a chill down his spine. No wonder Mister Padt didn't say anything when he turned around. It was because he saw the soul behind him!
Angor looked at Tulu's hopeless expression and grinned. Of course, Angor noticed that the boy's soul didn't show any signs of corruption. His soul energy was also extremely weak. Even if he wanted to harm someone, he could at most scare them with some small tricks. Against a hot-blooded young man like Tulu, nothing would work as long as he was on his guard.
Angor didn't tell Tulu anything. When Tulu suddenly asked him if there were any evil spirits in the basement, Angor decided to tell Tulu about it.
"Who are you? Why are you following us?" Angor asked while staring at the boy.
The boy raised an eyebrow and bared his teeth.
"… What are you doing?"
The little boy was stunned. He stretched out his hands like claws and shouted again!
So scary!
"You're not trying to scare people. You're yelling like a baby."
He paused and revealed an evil grin. "The real scary part is …"
A puff of smoke surrounded Angor and turned him from a lazy middle-aged man into a pitch-black specter. Angor couldn't see the creature's face clearly, but his crimson eyes were filled with endless evil.
"Heeheehee …" The eerie laughter sounded like the whispers of a demon.
It was as if the creature was stepping on flames from the abyss, and a wave of purple heat came at Angor. Before he could react, the creature's hideous face suddenly went through the flames and opened its mouth full of sharp fangs to bite the boy.
Not only the boy, but Tulu also froze at the sight before him. The boy was even more terrified. He only wanted to scare Angor away, but he didn't expect the creature to be even scarier than him.
After a while, the boy finally regained his senses and tried to run away. However, a layer of mist suddenly appeared behind him. Every time the boy tried to go through the mist, he would somehow return to the same spot.
"Now, can you talk? Why are you following us? "Angor's voice came again.
The boy trembled and turned around. His cold eyes were now filled with fear. When he looked at the demon again, he noticed that the demon had returned to its human form. However, even though he was facing a human, he did not dare to let his guard down.
The other party must be a demon in human skin!
"Answer me, or the demon will come and eat you tonight." Angor's mocking voice came from his mouth.
The little boy finally opened his mouth. His cold voice carried a hint of childishness as he said, "You can't go in again. There are … there are …"
The boy hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything.
Angor glanced at the locked door behind him. "There's a girl's soul inside. She reeks of blood. She must have killed a lot of people, right? But … she hasn't fallen yet. Interesting. "
"So you're here to stop us?" Angor asked.
The boy didn't know how Angor knew what was going on inside, but he still nodded. "Whenever Sunny wakes up, her personality will become extreme. She'll kill anyone she sees. She's much stronger than I am. You better leave if you don't want to die. "
The boy suddenly remembered that Angor was a demon. He should be worried about Sunny, not these two.
"So you don't hate humans that much?" Angor asked, "You were killed by a human, right? If I'm not mistaken, it was the director of the orphanage who killed you? "
The boy nodded and remembered the man who killed him. "Dean Tissen did it. But it has nothing to do with other people. I only hate Dean Tissen."
Angor gave the boy a thoughtful look. "If that's what you really think, then … many humans don't understand things as well as you do."
Angor turned around and reached his spirit feelers into the keyhole. With a creaking sound, a crack appeared on the tightly shut door.
"You're really going in?" The little boy was worried. "Sunny hasn't left this place in months, but I can feel that she's inside."
Angor pushed the door open and was immediately greeted by a strong smell of potion. At the same time, a chilling aura began to spread from the door.
"Sunny is inside. But I don't think she'll disturb us in her current condition." Angor cast a Light spell to illuminate the dark space inside the door.
Tulu's pupils shrank when he saw what was inside the door.
The first thing he saw was a little girl who was trapped inside a strange blood array.
She was about the same age as the boy. She was wearing a red dress and was staring at them with a pair of gloomy eyes. Tulu was reminded of the red-dressed doll that had given him a fright earlier, and he felt goosebumps all over his body.
"She's trapped inside and can't move. She won't be able to threaten us. "Angor took the lead and stood outside the blood array.
"Sunny … What happened to her?" The little boy's eyes flashed with anxiety. Although he was worried that Sunny would kill someone, he was also worried about her safety.
He crouched down and looked at the circle drawn with blood. "It's not a magic array. It's because the blood contains a strange energy."
"However, rather than investigating the origin of this blood, I would like to know who trapped it here."
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