Only Cao Yanhua knew of Cao Yang's disappearance. To everyone else, whether he was dead or alive would forever remain a mystery.
And that was exactly what Cao Yang wanted.
"Let's go. Everything here has been dealt with. The King Organization people were quite clever—they took away all the Ghost Tamers' corpses we killed. The ghosts inside those bodies haven't revived yet, so they're valuable resources to them. They might be able to artificially create a batch of Ghost Tamers in a short time."
"But there was no time to worry about that then. After all, King-level Ghost Tamers were the important ones."
Seeing that the matter was over and confirming there was nothing unusual nearby, Yang Jian made some preparations and intended to leave Hong Kong.
"By the way, Yang Jian, that King you let go earlier was very unusual. They would rather return Cao Yang just to get him back. He must be very valuable. Did you leave any backup plan on him? Look at how badly Cao Yang was tortured. Letting that person off so easily feels like too good a deal for him."
Thinking back on what had happened, Lin Bei still felt indignant over Cao Yang's suffering.
Yang Jian said, "The fact that you asked that means you probably noticed something. I did leave behind some supernatural hazards on that person, but I don't know whether they will work. He's already gone, so there's no point dwelling on it. I don't think a few minor tricks can kill him later anyway."
In fact, he had left a segment of the Eight-Tone Music Box's curse on the old man carrying that withered arm.
Since he had planned to release him, they likely would not meet again for the next few days. So he might as well