"Why so suddenly?"
Sulu froze, the napkin in his hand as he wiped his mouth.
The bodyguards around them grew even more vigilant, on high alert.
Rhode picked up his notebook and asked quickly, "What does it look like?"
"Red! Red eyes! Black skin, and the horns of a goat..."
Crash!
A glass fell to the floor and shattered.
Madam Xiling flailed her arms wildly, as if mumbling in a dream without realizing it. "It... it's looking for me! I'll die! I'm going to die!"
As though she had seen her own end, she burst into tears, on the verge of a complete breakdown.
"What's going on?"
Sulu warily spread his Inspiration, but found nothing.
"What happened?"
Rhode pushed past the bodyguards and grabbed Xiling by the shoulders. "Tell me... what's going on?"
"It... it's in my memories!"
Madam Xiling said in a panic, "The moment I remember what it looks like, it'll find me for real. I'm going to die! Help me! Servant of the Goddess, help me!"
"So this Cursed Spirit's killing rule is that remembering its appearance establishes a location, allowing it to come after you?"
Sulu's heart skipped a beat. So the initial forgetting, and the need to remember it—that's crucial... The Cursed Spirit must have planted a suggestion, making the survivors bring about their own deaths!
Clearly, the Cursed Spirit's appearance was forbidden knowledge.
Yet a suggestion had been planted in the survivors' minds, compelling them to keep recalling what the evil spirit looked like.
Once they remembered its appearance completely, that was when the Cursed Spirit would kill!
What is it treating the human mind as... something to toy with?
Sulu was furious. His Inspiration kept expanding, forming a semicircle that enclosed Madam Xiling and protected her.
"I can feel it. It's in the