"Is Fang Shiming dead?"
Yang Jian stood in the private office. He had already put away the strange hatchet in his hand, not daring to keep holding it for fear of suffering some unknown curse.
Just now,
he had indeed triggered the medium and slashed Fang Shiming once. Based on his previous judgment, Fang Shiming should have suffered his attack by now.
Yang Jian simply was not certain whether Fang Shiming was truly dead.
After all, he did not know where Fang Shiming was, could not see his condition, and had no way to determine whether the man was alive or dead.
"I'll wait here first. If Fang Shiming is dead, he definitely won't appear again. If he isn't dead, then after being attacked by that strange hatchet, he'll certainly take countermeasures soon. There's a good chance he'll use my photograph to curse me again."
Yang Jian judged it that way because, given Fang Shiming's personality, if he had not died, he would definitely retaliate like mad.
So he was waiting for Fang Shiming's counterattack.
He had already confirmed that, under the Music Box Curse, Ghost Scissors could not kill him. That gave him some confidence.
He had not completely withdrawn his Ghost Domain. He merely maintained a three-layer Ghost Domain covering Ping An Building and several surrounding streets, reducing its range considerably.
"If Fang Shiming doesn't show up before dawn, then I can conclude that I killed him." Yang Jian estimated inwardly.
So he intended to sit here and wait for daybreak.
Although Yang Jian's approach was prudent, what he did not know was that Fang Shiming had already died after being struck by the strange hatchet, dying in the basement of an inconspicuous rural town outside the city.
Yet as time passed, nothing happened on Yang Jian's side,