Cao Kun went to Global and met with representatives from three other companies.

After receiving a 1 million yuan advance payment, Cao Kun began to work on resolving the issue of Samora.

Actually, getting rid of her is very simple.

Cao Kun informed Bart and prepared to close the net.

That same night, he went outside and randomly grabbed a drug addict in his thirties, forcing him to watch Samora's videotape.

Next, Cao Kun locked the guy up, providing him with food, water, and that thing on time, but he wouldn't let him escape.

Over the course of seven days, the matter escalated and became increasingly sensationalized.

Now, the whole country is paying attention to this matter.

FbI has been the subject of numerous complaints, with terms like incompetent, idiotic, and useless being used against them.

They said they could not guarantee the safety of the people.

In some places, demonstrations and protests broke out, causing quite a stir.

This caused his superiors to be furious and he was under immense pressure.

He kept urging his subordinates to solve the case as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the credibility of the M country's government will be severely compromised.

Seven days passed in this way.

That evening, the poisoner sat alone in a chair, watching the television in front of him.

On the television, a video of two little figures fighting is playing.

The poisonous man watched with great interest, his hands moving in sync with the movements.

Over the past seven days, he has become accustomed to this kind of life and is completely unaware of any danger.

He didn't ask who had locked him up.

He would rather be locked up like this for the rest of his life than continue living like this.

Of course, this is just his current thought.

If this continues for a long time, his desires will only grow stronger.

However, he probably won't have that opportunity.

Time passed slowly, and the poisoner did not notice anything unusual.

Suddenly, the scene of the little people fighting on TV changed abruptly.

The scene shifted to a desolate wasteland, where a dry well stood.

The image shows this dry well, which has remained unchanged for a long time.

The poisoner watched this scene in astonishment, and his hands stopped moving.

He suspected that there might be something wrong with the television.

This incident, occurring halfway through the process, annoyed him.

He prepared to go forward and see what was going on.

He had just gotten up when he saw movement on the television screen.

A figure wearing a dress whose original color was no longer discernible climbed out of the well.

The figure had long black hair that completely covered its face, making it impossible to see what it looked like.

Judging from her figure and clothing, she should be a girl.

She was soaking wet, still dripping water, giving her an extremely realistic appearance.

Watching the long-haired, face-covering girl crawl forward, the Poison Man laughed instead: "Is this some new way to play?"

He stopped and looked at the television screen.

As the figure crawled, it seemed to close the distance between them, and the figure grew larger and larger, becoming clearer to him.

Then he saw a scene that he would never forget.

A pale hand appeared to pass through the television screen and reach into reality.

Then, there was that head completely covered by black hair.

Next, the other hand, then the whole body.

Soon, the figure actually crawled out of the television screen and into reality.

The poisonous man's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with fear, and he staggered backward, feeling an uncontrollable heat and wetness emanating from his lower body.

Suddenly, the figure looked at him. A corner of the long black hair parted, revealing an eye covered with black threads and without a pupil.

His eyes were filled with resentment and murderous intent.

"ah!"

The poisonous man clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

His face was filled with pain, his eyes bulging as he stared at the figure, his expression gradually filled with terror.

Soon, the poisoned man became completely still; his heart stopped beating.

His life came to an end.

The figure, dressed in a dirty dress, with long hair covering her face, and dripping wet, withdrew her gaze from the corpse and turned to leave.

But just then, the television behind her suddenly exploded with a loud "bang".

The television set exploded into pieces.

The figure froze, seemingly caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.

"Samora, I'm curious, do you have to climb this way every time you kill someone? Aren't you tired?"

At that moment, a voice rang out from inside the room.

Samora immediately turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Then a young man from the East walked in from outside the door with unhurried steps.

Upon seeing Cao Kun, Samora vanished from her spot in a flash.

"As expected, you didn't actually need to enter and exit through the television; it was just a means of killing you."

"Unfortunately, you can't leave."

No sooner had Cao Kun finished speaking than Samora's figure reappeared in another location.

Samora stood there, somewhat dazed, seemingly wondering why she hadn't left.

Her figure disappeared once again, but soon reappeared in another place, still unable to leave the room.

Cao Kun walked closer to her step by step, and along the way, he pulled out a retro camera from thin air.

Cao Kun pointed his camera at Samora and snapped a photo.

The photo is ejected, and the image is gradually revealed.

Cao Kun looked at the photo, and Samora's figure was clearly visible in it.

In fact, most ghosts cannot be captured by cameras.

But Cao Kun's camera is different; it can be considered a special magical artifact.

Cao Kun took the photo and tore it in half.

"ah!"

Samora let out a scream and retreated rapidly, her aura weakening.

Cao Kun shook his head. This camera artifact was useful; it could injure Samora, but it couldn't kill her.

Cao Kun pointed his camera at Samora again. Since he couldn't kill her in one go, he would try a few more times.

But Samora vanished and disappeared into the shadows.

"Can you hide it?"

Cao Kun took a step, and ripples spread through the air.

Samora's figure reappeared.

Click!

The camera took another picture.

However, this time, Cao Kun did not tear it up. Instead, he put the photos and camera away together and took out a rusty Han Dynasty eight-sided sword.

Holding a Han sword, Cao Kun slowly approached Samora step by step.

According to the rules, Cao Kun currently does not possess Samora's curse power, so Samora cannot kill him.

But at that moment, two cold glints flashed from Samora's eyes, and the evil core within Cao Kun immediately sensed it, generating a protective purple light that blocked the power of the curse from his body.

Cao Kun was not surprised: "You really can cast curses on people without the aid of videotapes."

Cao Kun shook his head: "Unfortunately, your curse has no effect on me. This means you cannot unleash your most powerful strength."