"How confident are you that an inconspicuous cassette tape can persuade me?"
Yang Jian looked at Paul and felt that this foreigner's thinking was somewhat naive. Perhaps he did not understand what it meant to eliminate the roots and show no mercy.
Since Yang Jian had chosen to act, he would not stop halfway. No matter how great the benefits placed before him were, they would not sway him.
Unless Paul had the means to drag him down with him. That was the only chance he had to resolve the crisis before him.
Yet Yang Jian could not sense any uncontrollable supernatural occurrence from this cassette tape.
Paul said nothing. He merely looked at the damaged tape and listened to its rustling sound, seemingly quite confident that he could move Yang Jian.
"Since you want to play, I'll play along." Yang Jian carried a ghost candle on him, so he had the confidence to keep playing with Paul.
If he was lucky, this guy might get himself killed, saving Yang Jian the trouble of wasting energy following through with his so-called process.
"Rustle~!"
The tape's reading noise continued for about a minute before a recorded voice suddenly came from within. It was a man's voice, hoarse and low, with a tone that seemed impossible for a human to produce. "I am the Preacher. This is my recording. Everyone who hears this recording will die after the second beep. No matter who you are, you should abide by our rules and meet our conditions. This is not a joke. Beep~!"
The statement was brief. After the self-proclaimed Preacher finished speaking, the tape seemed to have finished playing, followed by a beep.
Then all sounds vanished again, replaced by another burst of rustling static.
"OK, now both our lives are controlled by