"So, can this curse be lifted?" The fisherman pulled out a plastic ziplock bag from his pocket, holding the "Protective Talisman" with the "Shield Curse" ability - a bloody severed finger.
"Useless, this thing only acts as a preventive measure. For those already cursed, there's no salvation." Sun Hang shook his head.
Once the fisherman took out the severed finger, the Indian Hunter immediately focused his attention on it. Within seconds, his expression shifted from rage to fear, then from fear to despair.
He let out a high-pitched scream and then turned to run.
"Hey! Don't run! We won't harm you!" The fisherman shouted immediately, but the Indian Hunter showed no intention of stopping and disappeared behind the building in an instant.
"Let's chase him and see." Sun Hang said.
"Really chase him?" The fisherman hesitated slightly, "What if it's a trap?"
"Then we'll kill them all." Sun Hang said decisively.
He was actually hoping the other side would attack him first.
