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‘The cocoon of the worm’!

That was the name of the gallery.

Because a terrible accident had taken place, the entire gallery had been sealed off, with police officers patrolling nearby.

The carriage stopped, and Rod and Su Lu jumped down, looking at the dark building with a bit of trepidation.

“Remember…you must not see that cursed painting! If you remember the portrait of the demon… perhaps the curse will find you next time!”

Rod took out two strips of black cloth, covered his eyes, and gave the remaining strip to Su Lu.

“With this getup, we look more like demon hunters!”

Su Lu commented sarcastically, blindfolding himself, his inspiration bubbling as if he had radar scanning abilities, objects within ten meters clearly appearing in his mind.

“Although the cursed spirit here is not a real demon from the Abyss, it is still set up by a very capable demon professional!”

Rod sniffed: “Even though our opposition has been gone for a while, I can still smell the strong scent of the demon in the air!”

“Why do you think the demon professional has left?” Su Lu asked.

“Because if he was still here, the demon power in my body would instinctively start trembling. As a matter of fact… I do feel something.” Rod answered sincerely: “Any other questions?”

“No more!”

They saw that the police had finished communicating with Lady Xiling’s housekeeper, and immediately charged into the gallery back-to-back.

Bang!

The dust-covered door was opened, and Su Lu immediately perceived the horror inside.

“Good, the environment hasn’t been drastically altered or closed in!” Rod took a deep breath: “Shall we go in?”

A characteristic of cursed spirits is their predictability. Once you understand their killing patterns, even ordinary people can survive, because it’s just a rigid routine.

However, there are exceptions to when demon programmers suddenly change the rules, or if there’s a sudden mutation.

For Su Lu and Rod, at this point, the risk is still arguably acceptable.

As they stepped into the gallery, the environment instantly changed. The outside bustle turned into silence, as if they had entered another world.

This is a quality of spirits, the ability to influence the surrounding environment.

According to the Demon Hunter’s Manual, the most dangerous spirits can even attract the souls of ordinary people within the Spirit World, creating disasters.

In the hazy darkness, the corridor was long, seemingly without end.

Because they didn’t know which painting was cursed, both of them had their eyes covered, but that didn’t affect them.

Su Lu had completely replaced vision with his spiritual intuition, while Rod seemed to have been specially trained to determine the terrain just by using a walking stick.

“Follow me!”

Su Lu took the lead, quickly inspecting the surroundings.

Although spiritual perception couldn’t be detailed to the point where everything was crystal clear, the rough terrain and obstacles were all visible to him.

Even the paintings on the wall, if he focused, he could see some outlines, but he definitely wouldn’t intentionally look for the curse to possess him.

Fighting such a spirit wasn’t fun.

After turning a corner, Su Lu suddenly sighed.

In his perception, a few meters ahead, a body lay on the ground.

“The scent of blood? A dead body?” Rod sniffed: “Lady Xi Ling?”

“It’s her!”

How could a carriage speed match the travel speed of a spirit? The two of them had been prepared for this outcome.

However, Lady Xi Ling at this moment no longer had any semblance of the glamorous woman they had once known.

Her beautiful eyes had lost their color completely, her head was separated from her body, and fresh blood flowed freely beneath her corpse.

“Which painting is on display at the scene? Read the introduction, don’t look at the painting itself!” Rod said in a deep tone.

“This gallery is…”

Su Lu let out a burst of inspiration and found the plaque that introduced it: “Painting by Robert – The Man in the Twilight!”

“This painting might be cursed, let’s go!”

Rod struck his cane on the ground: “Once we identify the source of the curse, we can submit the task. The church of the Goddess can handle the rest…”

“Hold on!”

Su Lu made another discovery at this moment: “There’s… there’s someone else over there!”

He turned and walked into another gallery.

In the center, there was a girl, a girl he knew very well – Moli!

Moli Aibo looked terrible right now.

Or more accurately, she had become a lifeless body.

Her eyes had been dug out, black blood flowed from her facial features, her hands clenched around her own throat, and her tongue hung out long from her mouth.

“There’s blood on her fingers…she dug out her own eyes, pierced her own ears, and finally strangled herself…’

Su Lu felt a chill run down his spine.

Threatening someone’s instinct to live seemed beyond his comprehension.

“Haha… I smell the scent of sulphur, and the burning of candles, and aromatic oil… Was she conducting some kind of ritual?” Rod suddenly sneered.

“Indeed…”

Su Lu did a bit more observation and found additional arrangements: “What happened here?”

“It’s obvious… there’s more than just one horror in this gallery!”

Rod said: “She came here for the ‘Man in the Twilight’ painting, to break the seal of the cursed spirit and curse someone, like you! But… a cursed spirit is not something ordinary people or low-level transcendent beings can control. She failed, the cursed spirit broke its seal, and started killing people indiscriminately. In order to save herself, she held a ritual to pray to the demon! Then, it became what you see now…”

“She must have seen… the real demon!”

A Demon is equivalent to an evil god, not to be looked at directly, and even its abyssal speech is extremely horrifying for low-level transcendent beings.

“This little girl, she really hit the jackpot. She must be a favorite of the God of Misfortune… if that existence exists.”

Rod added: “You’ve been looking for her, hoping she could answer some of your questions, but unfortunately she’s dead too!”

Although the [Spirit Medium] can make the dead speak, Su Lu did not entertain such thoughts at this time.

Even if Moli could successfully communicate with spirits, her spirit would surely have been contaminated by the demon. Communication would mean seeking death.

Su Lu could fully imagine the scene at that time—the girl was trapped in the gallery, facing a cursed spirit that was killing indiscriminately. She had no choice but to pray to the demon, initially just seeking protection. However, that grand and indescribable being in the abyss was so generous this time, showing its true form, possibly accompanied by a horrifying, polluting whisper, something that was called by the Seven Gods and their believers as ‘Filthy Language,’ ‘Abyss Whispers! ‘

The indescribable terror burrowed directly into the girl’s brain, destroying her sanity. Even attempts to protect her senses were in vain.

Finally, she strangled herself!

Even Su Lu, or any other transcendent, would fall under these circumstances!

“It was merely an ordinary prayer ritual…”

Su Lu muttered in disbelief.

“Who knows? Demons aren’t going to reason with you!”

Rod shrugged, an abyss demon was always an incomprehensible creature: “The danger level of this place has now exceeded my expectations, we must leave immediately! “