"Is Fang Shiming dead?"
Yang Jian stood in this private office, having already stowed away the mysterious Firewood Knife in his hand. He dared not continue to hold it, fearing an unknown curse.
Just now.
He had indeed triggered the medium and slashed at Fang Shiming. Based on his previous judgment, Fang Shiming should have suffered his own attack by now.
Only, Yang Jian wasn't certain that Fang Shiming was truly dead.
After all, he didn't know where Fang Shiming was at the moment; without seeing his condition, he couldn't determine if the man was alive or dead.
"I'll wait here for a bit. If Fang Shiming is dead, then he definitely won't appear again. If he isn't, having suffered the attack from the eerie Firewood Knife, he will surely take countermeasures soon. It's very likely he'll curse me again using my photograph."
Yang Jian made such a judgment in his mind because according to his personality, if he weren't dead, he would definitely seek crazy vengeance.