The Preacher's Recording

"How confident are you in trying to convince me with just a humble cassette tape?"

Looking at Paul, Yang Jian felt that this foreigner's ideas were somewhat naive, and he probably couldn't understand what it meant to eradicate the root of the problem and to be ruthless.

Once he has chosen to take action, he will not give up halfway, and he will not waver even if there are great benefits in front of him.

Unless Paul has the qualifications to fight to the death, this is his only chance to resolve the current crisis.

However, Yang Jian did not sense any uncontrollable supernatural occurrences from this cassette tape.

Paul remained silent, merely staring at the tape and listening to the crackling sound, seemingly confident he could persuade Yang Jian.

"Since you want to play, then I'll play with you." Yang Jian, carrying the Ghost Candle, was confident he could keep playing along with Paul.

If you're lucky, this guy might just mess things up himself, and you won't have to waste your energy going through his so-called procedures.

"Shh~!"

The tape reading sound lasted for about a minute, then suddenly a recording came from inside. It was a man's voice, hoarse and deep, seemingly inhuman. "I am a missionary. This is my recording. Everyone who listens to this recording will die after the second 'beep.' Whoever you are, you must abide by our rules and meet our conditions. This is not a joke, beep!"

The sentence was very brief. After the man, who claimed to be a missionary, finished speaking, the tape seemed to have finished playing, and then a beep sounded.

Then all the sounds disappeared again, replaced by a hissing sound of electricity.

"OK, now our lives are in the hands of this tape." Paul seemed to have anticipated this outcome, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"This is a curse, a curse more vicious than the devil himself. You can't imagine how terrible it is. If you want to live, take yourself and your people and leave here immediately. This will be your last chance. Oh, and you should also return my legs. Don't say you can't, or I'll get angry."

Yang Jian looked at the damaged cassette tape that was making a hissing sound, his eyes flickering slightly. "It's an ability similar to a curse from an evil spirit, and it's similar to the Ghost Knocking that I've encountered. However, the person who recorded this recording, who claimed to be a missionary, should be a Ghost Tamer from abroad."

"Your abilities are indeed somewhat special, but it's naive to think you can kill me with just a few words."

That being said, Yang Jian was certain that this guy who claimed to be a missionary was definitely a powerful Ghost Tamer, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to make such a recorded curse on a cassette tape.

This is an ability that only a true demon could possess.

Sure enough, some powerful Ghost Tamer emerged in that kind of environment abroad.

"Mr. Yang, are you listening?" Paul, seeing Yang Jian's furrowed brows in deep thought, assumed he was scared and immediately asked with a smile.

"Indeed, ignorance is bliss. I have no doubt that you can use this recording to kill an ordinary person, but to use it to kill a Ghost Tamer? Aren't you being a little too naive, Mr. Paul?"

Yang Jian slightly raised his head and looked at him calmly.

It's like watching a clown.

Only those Ghost Tamer can truly understand the vast differences between ghosts. Someone who has perfectly controlled ghostly shadows is, if not one of the world's top Ghost Tamer, at least among the most elite.

If recording someone makes you want to kill yourself, then the title of "Ghost Eye Detective" Yang Jian is utterly meaningless.

"I understand your thinking. You are indeed different, having made a deal with the devil to gain incredible abilities, but you are still human at heart, aren't you? A simple gun with some gold added can take your lives, let alone this curse," Paul said confidently.

"Our company has hunted down more than ten Ghost Tamer. They were all like you—crazy, powerful, and irrational. But what was the result? They all died. Life is fragile, and I believe you were no exception."

Yang Jian smiled and shook his head, "It seems you've been blinded by your company's achievements. That's true, with your intelligence, that's all you can know. As you said, the most ordinary Ghost Tamer can indeed be killed with weapons. It's not difficult to do. Even a car driving fast can run over and kill a Ghost Tamer."

"However, what you don't know is that there are some Ghost Tamer have become too deeply entrenched, and their lives are long gone. What method do you think could kill a dead person?"

"You originally had the chance to go to jail, but you escalated this case to a paranormal one, so I'm sorry, I can take care of you right here."

As he spoke, the Ghost Eye on his forehead burst through the skin and was revealed.

"How about I take you swimming? It's the perfect place to be your grave, eerie and terrifying. No one can save you, not even Jesus."

Yang Jian wouldn't have wasted so much time talking to this arrogant and ignorant foreigner if Zhang Hua hadn't been investigating the case.

But things are fine now.

The situation has escalated, and it's in accordance with regulations for me to take over directly. Even if things get a little out of hand, it doesn't matter; Headquarters will clean up the mess for me.

"Hey, wait a minute. Even if you don't care about your own safety, you should care about the safety of your colleagues. I know you Asians; you can't afford to bear the responsibility for mass casualties. It will have a significant impact on you," Paul said, noticing something was wrong with Yang Jian.

"Colleagues? Where are my colleagues here? Do you think you're still sitting in the office? From the moment I sat on the sofa, it's just you and me here." Yang Jian pointed around.

I don't know when.

The surrounding offices were gradually disappearing, and beneath my feet was a closed highway.

There is a pond beside the highway.

The pond was red, as if pooled together with fresh blood, and strange figures floated and sank within it.

This is the place where the Ghost Blood Yan Li has been revived. Yang Jian had long been wary of this guy causing trouble, so he brought him directly to this strange place. And now they are standing above this pond.

If this guy shows any abnormality, Yang Jian will throw him into this blood pool.

Within the blood of the demon, even demons can be suppressed, let alone a mere human.

"This is..." Paul turned pale with fright.

In the blink of an eye, they had already left Dachang City.

When?

When was this done?

"As for your tape? I just wanted to see the results. Do you really think it'll be useful?" Yang Jian casually tossed the pile of fragments aside.

The cassette tape, which had been crackling, didn't even have a chance to make a second beep before it fell into the red pond at its feet. It was immediately grabbed by a bloody hand and dragged into the depths of the pond.

"My God."

Paul nearly jumped when he saw the hand emerging from the blood.

"Don't be afraid. From now on, you and the thing inside are friends. Get along well, and you'll like its enthusiasm. There's a friend of mine in there. If you see him, please say hello for me," Yang Jian said calmly.

"Wait, we can talk some more. I can do you a deal: a ghost in exchange for my life, how about it?" Paul asked in terror.

"Not very good," Yang Jian coldly refused.

Before Paul could add more chips, he lost his balance and fell straight down from mid-air, finally landing with a thud in the blood-red pond.

Bloody hands emerged from the pool of blood, grabbing his neck, tie, hands, and feet, and then pulling him downwards.

Paul only surfaced briefly before sinking into the blood, unable to escape to shore, even though he could swim.

In the blink of an eye, a living person vanished.

"Wasting my time? Missionary, my foot! If he dares to come to Dachang City, I'll kill him on the spot." Yang Jian's eyes were icy cold; he wasn't afraid of any missionaries.

My methods could kill that guy a dozen times over.

"You heard the conversation just now? He started it. If I hadn't done this, another team might have died. There have been enough casualties in Dachang City already. I don't want this kind of thing to happen again while I'm in charge," Yang Jian said into his satellite-guided phone.

"It's already been recorded and filed. Headquarters certainly has no objection to the way you handled it. This kind of dangerous element should be eliminated." Liu Xiaoyu said with a hint of anger in her voice.

Yang Jian, "That's right, so please handle the follow-up issues well and don't let me down."

He took a deep look at the pool of blood beneath his feet.

He had observed this place for several days.

The place left behind after Yan Li's ghost blood was revived is eerie and terrifying, but its danger is limited. As long as no one is allowed to enter or approach this place, the ghosts inside pose little threat to people.

However, it seems that several nearby villages were relocated as a result.

But using a piece of land to confine a resurrected ghost seems like a price that can be paid.

"Yan Li, if only you were still alive." Yang Jian sighed inwardly. Without lingering any longer to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, he immediately used his Ghost Domain to leave.