"How much confidence must you have to try and persuade with an insignificant tape."
Yang Jian looked at this Paul, feeling that the foreigner's idea was sowhat naive, perhaps not understanding what it ans to eradicate thoroughly and rcilessly.
Once he had chosen to take action, he wouldn't stop halfway, not even the largest benefit placed in front of him could shake his determination.
Unless this Paul had the qualifications for a fight to the death, this was his only chance to resolve the current crisis.
But Yang Jian couldn't feel any uncontrollable supernatural occurrence from the tape.
Paul remained silent, just looking at the broken tape, listening to that rustling sound, seemingly confident that it could move Yang Jian.
"Since you want to play, then I'll entertain you." Yang Jian carried the Ghost Candle with him, giving him the confidence to go along with Paul's ga.
With luck, this guy might just play himself to death, eliminating the need for Yang Jian to waste energy following this so-called procedure.
"Shasha~!"
The sound of the tape reader continued for about a minute before suddenly a recorded voice ca through— it was a man's voice, hoarse and deep, seemingly not a tone that a human could produce: "I am a missionary, this is my recording, all who have listened to this recording will die after the second 'beep' sounds, no matter who you are you should obey our rules, fulfill our conditions, this is not a joke...
Beep~!"
The statent was brief, and after the self-proclaid missionary had finished, it seed as if the tape had ended, then a beep sounded.
Then all the noise disappeared again, replaced by a rustling electrical sound.
"OK, now our lives are controlled by this tape," Paul had seemingly anticipated this result and showed a satisfied smile on his face.
"This is a curse, more vicious than the devil, you cannot imagine how terrible this thing is. If you still want to live, take your people and leave imdiately. This will be your last chance. Oh yes, you should also return my legs, and don't say it's impossible, otherwise I might get angry."
Yang Jian glanced at the damaged tape making rustling sounds, his eyes slightly moved: "An ability similar to the Evil Ghost Curse, not much different from the Ghost Door Knocker I have encountered. However, the person who recorded this, the self-proclaid missionary, must be a foreign ghost master."
"The ability is indeed sowhat special, but thinking a single sentence can kill is just too naive."
Although he said so, Yang Jian was certain that this self-proclaid missionary was definitely a powerful ghost master, otherwise he wouldn't be able to produce such a recorded tape curse.
It's like an ability that only a real ghost could possess.
Indeed, such powerful ghost masters have erged from the environnt abroad.
"Mister Yang, are you listening?" Paul looked at Yang Jian's thoughtful frown and thought he was scared, imdiately asking with a smile.
"Indeed, ignorance is bliss. You can use this recording to kill ordinary people, that much I do not doubt. But using this recording to kill a ghost master, don't you think that's a bit too naive, Mister Paul?"
Yang Jian slightly raised his head, calmly looking at him.
It was as if he was watching a clown performing.
Not being a ghost master, one can never understand how big the gap between ghosts really is. He, who has perfectly controlled Ghost Shadow, might not be the top ghost master in the world, but he is at least among the very top.
Thinking a recording could kill him, then these four words 'Ghost Eye Detective' Yang Jian carried would be too light.
"I understand your thoughts; indeed, you are different, having made deals with the devil for unbelievable powers, but at your core, you're still human, aren't you? Simple firearms, with just a bit of Gold, can take your lives, let alone such a curse," Paul continued confidently.
"Our company has hunted down more than ten ghost masters. They were just like you—crazy, powerful, unreasonable. But what was the outco? They all died. Life is fragile, and I believe you're not an exception."
Yang Jian shook his head with a smile: "It seems you've been blinded by your company's track record. Indeed, with your information, that's all you could know. As you said, the most ordinary ghost master could indeed be killed with weapons; it isn't hard to do so, even driving a car a bit too fast could kill a ghost master."
"However, what you do not know is that there are so ghost masters in this world who have fallen too deep. Their lives have long been gone. What do you think can be used to kill a dead man?"
"You had the chance of going to jail, but by escalating this case to a supernatural event, I'm sorry, I can deal with you right here."
Saying this, the Ghost Eye on his forehead pushed through the skin and revealed itself.
"How about I send you for a swim? It's a suitable place for your grave, eerie and terrifying, no one will be able to save you, not even Jesus."
A conceited and ignorant foreigner, had it not been for Zang Hua needing to work on the case, Yang Jian wouldn't have wasted so many words with this guy.
But now it was good.
The situation had escalated, taking over the case directly was in line with the rules. Even if it caused a big stir, it didn't matter; his headquarters would clean up after him.
"Hey, wait, if you are not concerned about your own safety, you should at least care about the safety of your colleagues. I understand you Asians; you cannot bear the responsibility of massive casualties. It would have a considerable impact on you," Paul imdiately warned, noticing sothing off about Yang Jian.
"Colleagues? Where are my colleagues here? Do you think you're still sitting in an office? From the mont I sat on the sofa, there have only been you and ," Yang Jian gestured around.
Soti unknown.
The surrounding office had gradually vanished, and beneath their feet was a closed-off highway.
Next to the highway, there was a pond.
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The pond was red, as if it were filled with blood, and strange figures lurked within, bobbing up and down.
This was the location where the Ghost Blood Yan Li had revived. Yang Jian had been on guard against this fellow causing trouble, so he brought him straight to this eerie place. And now, they stood suspended above this pond.
If this guy showed any abnormalities, Yang Jian would throw him directly into the blood pool below.
Among the Ghost Blood, even ghosts could be suppressed, let alone a re human.
"This is..." Paul's color drained from his face in fright.
In the blink of an eye, they had already left Dachang City.
When?
When had this been done?
"As for your tape? I just wanted to see the outco, do you really think it could be useful?" Yang Jian carelessly tossed aside the pile of fragnts.
The previously rustling tape didn't get a chance to emit a second beep before it fell into the red pool below, where a bloody hand imdiately grabbed it and dragged it into the depths of the pond.
"God,"
Paul nearly jumped at the sight of a hand erging from the bloody water.
"Don't be scared. From now on, you and the thing inside are friends. Get along well; you will like its warmth. There's a friend of mine in there. If you et, give him my regards," Yang Jian said calmly.
"Wait, we can still talk... I can make a deal with you, how about trading a ghost for my life?" Paul said in terror.
"Doesn't sound good," Yang Jian rejected coldly.
Before Paul could further negotiate, he lost his balance and fell from midair, landing with a thud into the blood-red pond.
Several bloody hands reached out from the pond, grabbing his neck, tie, hands, and feet, and then pulled him down.
Paul sunk into the bloody depths with barely a bubble, unable to scramble to shore, even though he could swim.
In the blink of an eye, a living person disappeared without a trace.
"What a waste of my ti, and a missionary no less. Coming to Dachang City to die like that," Yang Jian's gaze was icy; he had no fear of any missionary.
His own thods could have killed that fellow a dozen tis over.
"You heard the whole conversation? He was the one who made the first move. If I hadn't done this, who knows, another team might have died just now. Enough people have sacrificed in Dachang City. During my watch, I won't allow these kinds of things to happen," Yang Jian said, addressing his satellite-tracked phone.
"We've recorded and filed it. The headquarters definitely won't have any objections to the way you handled this. Such dangerous elents should be eradicated," Liu Xiaoyu said with a hint of anger.
Yang Jian said, "That's right, so handle the subsequent issues well, and don't disappoint ."
He gave one deep look at the Blood Pool below.
He had observed this place for several days.
The location where Ghost Blood Yan Li resurrected was eerie and terrifying, but its threat level was limited. As long as this spot was kept off-limits, the ghosts inside posed little danger to people.
However, to achieve this, several nearby villages seed to have been evacuated.
But using a piece of land to contain a resurrected ghost seed like a bearable price to pay.
"Yan Li, if only you hadn't died," Yang Jian sighed inwardly. He didn't linger to avoid any anomalies and imdiately used his Ghost Domain to leave.
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