"Insect Cocoon"!
That was the gallery's name.
After a terrible accident, the entire gallery had been sealed off, with police officers patrolling the area.
The carriage stopped. Rhode and Sulu jumped down and stared at the building shrouded in darkness, both feeling uneasy.
"Remember... Don't look at that cursed oil painting! If you memorize the Demon Portrait... the curse might come for you next time!"
Rhode took out two strips of black cloth, blindfolded himself, and handed the other one to Sulu.
"With getups like these, we look even more like Demon Hunters!"
Sulu made a teasing remark and covered his eyes. With Inspiration surging, it was like a radar sweep: the outlines of everything within ten meters appeared clearly in his mind.
"Although the Cursed Spirit here isn't a true Demon from the Abyss, it was created by a very powerful Demon Hunter!"
Rhode sniffed. "Even though the other person left a long time ago, I can still smell the strong Demonic Power in the air!"
"Why do you think that Demon Hunter has left?" Sulu asked.
"Because if they were still here, the Demonic Power inside me would already be trembling instinctively. In fact... I can feel a little of that even now." Rhode answered honestly. "Any other questions?"
"No!"
The two saw that the police had finished speaking with Mrs. Xiling's butler and immediately rushed into the gallery, one after the other.
Bang!
The long-sealed door swung open, and Sulu immediately sensed the terror inside.
"Good. The environment hasn't been completely changed and sealed off!" Rhode drew a deep breath. "Shall we go in?"
The defining trait of a Cursed Spirit was that once its killing rules were understood, ordinary people might survive, too, because it was nothing more than a rigid program.
But there was no