The appearance of the recording curse made Yang Jian realize who his enemy was.
He should have thought of it when Luo Sheng proposed using Shangtong Building to settle the debt, because Paul, the former owner of Shangtong Building, had that Ghost Tamer codenamed the Preacher behind him.
However, after Yang Jian had killed Paul, the Preacher had not taken any targeted retaliatory action, so the matter had gradually died down.
He had not expected the other party to come looking for him again more than a year later.
"The Preacher had a grudge against me before. It's only natural for him to find an opportunity to retaliate today. But he should also know that I'm not easy to deal with, so Luo Sheng didn't put much on the line this time. This was only a probing attack. Best case, it succeeds. If it doesn't, it doesn't matter."
"And they probably think killing me is too difficult. Trapping me and making me fall asleep seems more likely."
Yang Jian understood their intentions now.
He glanced at the radio sitting on the table, then walked over without hesitation. He reached out with his blackened ghost hand, grabbed it, and crushed it hard.
The radio immediately shattered into a pile of fragments.
Yet the crackling sound continued. It did not disappear with the destruction of the radio.
"If I don't use Ghost Scissors to cut off this curse, I can only endure it." Yang Jian stood there calmly, waiting for the curse to take effect.
Very soon.
The crackling gradually faded, as though the signal was weakening. In just seven or eight seconds, every sound coming from the radio vanished completely. Then an invisible curse spread out.
At first, Yang Jian did not feel anything unusual.
But as time passed, he gradually