"Ha ha... as expected, my deduction was correct."
Yan Wuxu cradled the diary in his hands and watched the mist outside the window dissipate, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward.
"This paranormal item is of a very high grade. All that time I spent watching it wasn't for nothing..."
Yan Wuxu looked at the diary and saw the previous words vanishing one by one. A savage expression surfaced on his face. "The curse has been lifted? How could there be such a good thing?"
He immediately picked up the pen again, intending to write down Xu Yuan's name.
As for that old boxer, the man had never registered and was merely an ordinary person. Without Xu Yuan around, Yan Wuxu could crush him with a single finger.
Mm, even Xu Yuan's death could be pinned on Ye Xingqing. He could even earn the Liu Family's gratitude—truly killing three birds with one stone!
Just as Yan Wuxu was about to put pen to paper, he suddenly flung the pen away with a fierce motion and sneered. "Looks like... this paranormal item is truly wicked. It's still tempting me to write down a name... But it never expected that I had already reached the realm of a Living Dead! My mind is as solid as a boulder!"
"Heh heh... before any paranormal item can be used, it must undergo three rounds of testing on death-row prisoners at headquarters to determine its side effects... This is a lesson bought with countless lives. How could I possibly go against it??"
Just as Yan Wuxu was about to put the notebook away, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his hand.
He lowered his head stiffly and, to his horror, discovered that one black rune after another had somehow crawled onto