Mysterious Revival

Clutching the satellite positioning phone that belonged to Zhao Kaiming, Yang Jian’s expression was particularly ugly.

Just now, he had clearly been about to succeed, no, he would have succeeded, just one last step, and that Source Ghost had not been able to kill him, he had withstood that wave of attack, victory was in sight. But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the result turned out to be this—the ghost had disappeared.

He had returned to forty minutes earlier.

Everything had started over.

"No, this can’t be possible, how could a ghost manage to do something like this?" Yang Jian slammed the lecturer’s podium forcefully, unable to believe the turn of events even now.

The solid podium shattered immediately, kicking up a cloud of dust.

But even so, it did nothing to quell the rage in his heart.

"What happened on your end, what changes occurred in the operation? You seemed like you were about to win."

At that moment, Wang Xiaoming’s voice came from the satellite positioning phone.

They had been monitoring the operation the entire time.

Yang Jian’s expression was extremely sour as he said in a hoarse voice, "Things have somewhat exceeded both our expectations. The plan was proceeding smoothly, but an inconceivable emergency occurred. Just when I was about to succeed, everything before my eyes shimmered, and I was sent straight back to forty minutes earlier.

The time here has been reset by the malevolent spirit, and that thing probably already knows it’s in danger; it used this impossible method to escape from danger."

"But my memory hasn’t reset, which means the plan that I was about to succeed with can’t be carried out a second time; that malevolent spirit will surely be on guard."

Wang Xiaoming fell silent on the other end.

Even the temporary command center outside Dachang City had fallen into silence.

Everyone had been closely following Yang Jian’s actions, and just as he had been on the verge of success, everyone couldn’t help but leap up excitedly, but at the turn of a phrase, all their hopes had been plunged into the abyss.

"What time is it on your end?" Approximately ten seconds of silence later, Wang Xiaoming asked.

"It’s 8:10 p.m.," Yang Jian checked the time.

Wang Xiaoming said, "It’s 8:50 p.m. on my end. Based on the current situation, the time reset is real. I’m very sorry, I’ve never encountered such a situation before. This is beyond any normal reasoning; strictly speaking, this ghost should be classified as unsolvable, and can no longer be contained within the rankings of Class A or S."

"My earlier deduction was wrong; Zhang Han indeed cannot serve as bait, or else we would lose another spirit fighter."

"Do you still have the Coffin Nail on you?"

Yang Jian replied, "Of course."

Wang Xiaoming thought for five seconds: "I’ve temporarily come up with a plan that might just work."

"Is there even a chance of success under these circumstances?"

Yang Jian said, "My operation just now was already very thorough, using myself as bait to attract the ghost’s attack. After withstanding the first wave of attacks, I used the Coffin Nail to pin it down, ensuring nothing could go wrong. But with it resetting the time, no plan could possibly succeed."

"Your plan was bold, and the chances of success were very high. In my view, it almost had a 70% chance; especially after you withstood the first wave of attacks, the success rate was virtually 90%. Yet, unexpected changes still occurred, and that was my biggest concern previously."

Wang Xiaoming said, "I don’t know the situation on your end, so I will just set out the plan I’ve come up with on the fly."

"Assuming time reset is real, then this time reset must only occur within a local area, and external time wouldn’t be affected. At the very least, the time here with me and the time there with you have already diverged. I boldly speculate that this area is about the size of No. 7 Middle School.

That’s a conservative estimate; the time reset area might even be limited to just the teaching building you are in."

"If that’s the case, I suggest you engage in long-distance warfare and set up a sniper plan." Continue your adventure with empire

"Let’s hear it," Yang Jian said, furrowing his brow deeply.

Wang Xiaoming said, "Figure out a way to shoot the Coffin Nail from your hand into that fierce ghost’s body like a bullet, just like a sniper would. As for the sniper rifle that can fire the Coffin Nail, that’d be your Ghost Eye."

"I’ve been secretly collecting your data, and I’ve noticed that your Ghost Eye grows stronger with quantity. However, I’ve researched the Ghost Domain more thoroughly than you.

If you could maximize your Ghost Domain and try to consolidate it into a straight line, well, about the size of a Coffin Nail, as long as this beam of light extends beyond the time reset range and hits that ghost, you can transfer the Coffin Nail directly into the ghost’s body."

"Achieving an instantaneous sniper effect."

"That speed is nearly that of light. The ghost might not even have time to react and reset time, considering you felt a flicker in front of your eyes when it reset time earlier. Judging by the speed of human neural responses, conservatively estimated, that’s a 0.5-second interval."

"Taking 0.5 seconds as our data, as long as you can do what I’ve said, you could stand anywhere in Dachang City and snipe that ghost. It would be utterly defenseless. However, I don’t know how far your Ghost Eye can extend, so I advise you to strive for the furthest distance you can reach, just in case."

"But the success rate of this method isn’t high, and the risks are too great. After all, there’s only one bullet. If you fail or choose the wrong target, you’ll lose the Coffin Nail you have.

And this is just a preliminary plan I made up in five seconds; there are many potential problems that need to be overcome, such as how to find the Source Ghost and how to ensure that your Ghost Domain won’t be disturbed..."

"Enough, I get what you mean. I’ll find a way to do the rest. I’ll just snipe the ghost from a distance," Yang Jian interrupted him.

Then, holding the Coffin Nail that he had not yet used, he turned and walked away.

Using the Ghost Domain, he left No. 7 Middle School directly.

Here, Yang Jian stood no chance. If the ghost could reset time once, it could do it a second time, while he only had one life. If the fierce ghost caught him, that would be the end.

Sniping the fierce ghost from a long distance seemed fraught with difficulties to Yang Jian, but it did offer a chance of success.

As long as there was a chance, he had to try.

He had no way out now after fighting to this point.

After observing the situation around No. 7 Middle School, Yang Jian eventually made his way to the rooftop of a communications building more than a thousand meters away.

Standing atop the tall signal tower, he could overlook everything at No. 7 Middle School.

The place was shrouded in gloom, and Yang Jian couldn’t see clearly now, but under his Ghost Eye, he could barely make out the silhouette of the school through the haze.

If time had been reset to forty minutes ago, then the ghost must still be inside the school now.

No. 7 Middle School might be large, but at least he now had a definitive location, rather than searching blindly across the whole of Dachang City.

"To do what Wang Xiaoming said, I must overcome two conditions. First is for the Ghost Domain to penetrate the gloom of the school—after all, that’s its home turf. The second is to be able to find and lock onto the Source Ghost when the Ghost Domain is condensed into a line." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Yang Jian’s eyes sparkled as a mass of black shadow gradually emerged around him, as if some nefarious spirit had latched onto his body.

To push the power of the Ghost Eye to its limit, he had to suppress its revival with the Ghost Shadow.

Fortunately, the Ghost Shadow was currently in a crashed state, showing no sign of awakening no matter how its power was used, which gave him confidence.