Clad in armor, the Demon Warrior ignored the police tape the Metropolitan Police Department had strung across the entrance to the Sato Resale House.
With a stroke of the blade, a slash of Sword Energy sliced the tape in two before striking the locked front door.
The door groaned under the strain, then collapsed with a crash!
The Demon Warrior entered through the foyer, passed down the hallway, and reached the living room.
Although the Sato Resale House had been uninhabited for over a decade, its interior was not coated in thick dust like other old houses that had fallen into disrepair.
At a glance, the furnishings and floors were all clean, as though the owner had only recently gone out.
But the house was extraordinarily quiet, and extraordinarily cold.
Even in broad daylight, with sunlight streaming through the wide-open entrance, the house remained lifeless and bone-chillingly cold, with an eerie stillness like that of a morgue.
In the eye sockets of the Demon Warrior's face guard, two blue ghost flames flickered ever more violently, with what seemed to be flecks of scarlet light shimmering within them.
Special chakra imbued with powerful emotions-resentment and hatred toward the living-permeated every corner of this haunted house.
Even without an evil spirit causing trouble, an ordinary person who lingered in such a place would fall seriously ill from the corrosive effects of this special chakra.
Was the evil spirit that attacked me earlier hiding in a house like this?
If the mountain would not come to him, he would go to the mountain. Since the evil spirit had raided his home, Uchiha Naruto naturally had to return the courtesy and pay it a visit.
Uchiha Naruto raised his head and casually glanced at the camera on the ceiling, its red light still blinking,