Cursed Letter

A person died miserably without the slightest ability to resist.

The entire process had been swift and brief—not bloody, not even violent, merely a little bizarre.

But what Li Yue and the other two cared about was not that. Yang Jian had actually endured a gunshot head-on, then killed his companion right in front of them. What that demonstrated was particularly terrifying. Even facing a real vicious ghost would not have left them feeling so hopeless.

Had the person in charge of Dachang City already controlled ghosts to such a level?

It seemed the outside world had changed too quickly. They were already struggling to keep up.

Cold sweat beaded on Li Yue's forehead. He felt the situation gradually slipping out of control. He had always thought the greatest concern during this delivery would be the ghost hiding in the box. Unexpectedly, that thing had posed no danger at all. The real danger had come from a person.

"If you have any other tricks, use them now. Otherwise, you won't get the chance later." Yang Jian's tone was stiff and icy, yet extraordinarily arrogant.

He was not worried in the slightest that these people might suddenly make a desperate comeback and kill him instead.

He had faced S-class supernatural incidents several times and contained quite a few vicious ghosts. That confidence had been forged through experience, not born of foolish overconfidence. Besides, he needed to gather some intelligence and information.

With a slight sweep of his gaze.

The bizarre, blood-red Ghost Eye watched the remaining three, as though waiting for their counterattack.

But Li Yue and the remaining man and woman did not dare make a move. They felt that Yang Jian had already surpassed ordinary vicious ghosts. If they truly fought, it would absolutely be a dead end.

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