âThis thing is really difficult to deal with. If it didnât still possess the traits of a Vicious Ghost, it would probably have taken a long time to handle.â Yang Jian looked at the motionless captain, feeling slightly relieved in his heart.
Despite the opponentâs intentional defense against the Coffin Nail, in the end, he couldnât resist bending down to pick up that Copper Coin.
This is a ghost.
No matter how well it is disguised, in essence, it is still a Vicious Ghost, and sometimes it inadvertently reveals its true nature when taking action.
Otherwise, Yang Jian would not have found an opportunity to strike.
âDisassemble this thing and let it sink into the Ghost Lake.â Yang Jian was already very experienced in dealing with such dangerous things.
After pinning it down with the Coffin Nail, there was no suspense in dismembering it with the Firewood Knife. A few swift cuts easily turned the captainâs body into several pieces, and these limbs fell to the ground and were quickly swallowed by the accumulated water, disappearing into the depths of the Ghost Lake. If thereâs no accident, this corpse could never be restored to its original state.
âBut this time Iâve taken out this captain; the next time I encounter the Ghost Ship, Iâll most likely be targeted by the Vicious Ghost on the ship. This is yet another problem.â Yang Jian understood that the ghost on the Ghost Ship would not let him go.
After all, the captain was the agent of the Ghost Ship in the real world, and now that heâs dead, the Ghost Ship is probably affected too. Although this is a good thing in terms of the situation, for Yang Jian, itâs a bad thing.
Thatâs something even the Supernatural Pendulum Clock canât stop â who knows how fierce the ghost on it can be, and the outcome of being targeted can be imagined.
He didnât think too much about it for the moment.
After dealing with the captain, Yang Jian wasted no time and immediately returned to the spot where He Yiner was just now, then directly activated the Eight Layer Ghost Domain.
The scarlet light enveloped the surroundings.
Without interference from the King, the Eight Layer Ghost Domain opened smoothly.
Everything covered within the Ghost Domain was being reversed.
The limit Yang Jian could restart was thirty minutes, but the Wishing Ghost could restart up to forty minutes. If it really came to a desperate situation, by using the Wishing Ghostâs restart, the two could alternate, extending this boundary continuously⊠possibly even reaching a state of infinite restart.
If that didnât work, he also had the Supernatural Pendulum Clock.
If the three restarts were to stack, Yang Jian could completely reverse the past and change the future.
At the moment, not even ten minutes had passed since Zhou Dengâs death, so Yang Jian didnât need to use so many restart methods; his own restart could take him back to that point in time.
As the restart continued, everything around them changed drastically.
Until an endless old graveyard appeared around them, Yang Jianâs restart suddenly came to an abrupt halt, and a terrifying supernatural force was affecting everything here. Even the Eight Layer Ghost Domain could not surpass this graveyard.
âRestart was blocked?â Yang Jianâs face changed slightly.
He knew this was Luo Qianâs supernatural ability.
And with the appearance of the graveyard, the Sexton Luo Qian, who should have dissipated, appeared again not far from Yang Jian. Although the figure was unreal, just an impending dissipating vague outline, he could still feel that this Luo Qian was watching him, seemingly with a hint of warning.
âThereâs a great taboo in reversing life and death; donât try to change the past every time. You need to learn to accept the future.â Luo Qian spoke, knowing what Yang Jian was doing.
âMy teammate is dead, Iâm just bringing him back, thatâs all.â Yang Jian said.
Luo Qianâs originally vague figure began to quickly disappear again, along with the old graveyard: âYou canât cross this graveyard. It buries the present that cannot be changed. Let it go⊠You should seize the new future, rather than waste time on those who should have died.â
Yang Jianâs face was somewhat gloomy because what Luo Qian said was very true; his attempt to restart would be thwarted by the graveyard, resulting in failure.
Regardless of how many attempts, the result was the same.
The longer the restart, the clearer the graveyard, and the more severe the interference; it was an insurmountable wall from the past.
Therefore, no matter what Yang Jian did, he couldnât return to the moment Zhou Deng was attacked.
Moreover, as time gradually passed, the cost of using a restart for Yang Jian increased, making it even harder to save Zhou Deng.
Until Yang Jian was exhausted, he had no choice but to stop this behavior.
He failed.
Perhaps during the process of delivering the letter in the old mansion last time, Yang Jian successfully saved Zhou Deng once, but Zhou Dengâs luck ran out this time; the person who should have died long ago just met the end that should have belonged to him.
Yang Jian stood silently in place and finally chose to give up.
The old graveyard completely disappeared, and the figure of Luo Qian, who appeared countless times, also finally dissipated.
All supernatural phenomena vanished.
The Eight Layer Ghost Domain would no longer open.
âLuo Qian was right. Perhaps I need to accept the departure of some people. If every dead person needs me to use restart to bring them back, then in the end, I canât change anything. I should do what I am supposed to do.â In his heart, Yang Jian began to accept this harsh reality.
Zhou Dengâs death was like Li Junâs departure: although it was regrettable, in the end, it had to be accepted.
Having realized this, Yang Jian no longer persisted but quickly turned around and left here.
He needed to aid other captains or eliminate the other Kings from the King Organization. As long as he contributed more, the chances of winning this war increased. Whether this war was led by the Ghost Master or the King no longer mattered, as things had reached this point, and no one could turn back.
Only by giving it their all and winning could they perhaps see the truth afterward.
Just as Yang Jian moved into action again, the battle between the other sideâs captain and the King had already reached a desperate point.
Wang Chaling was fighting against three Kings by himself. He knew he couldnât drag it out, and had to end it quickly. It would be best if he could kill one of the Kings, reducing their numbers, only then he could survive this encirclement.
But the three Kings on the other side had the same thought, wanting to take down Wang Chaling in the shortest possible time to avoid any unexpected situations.
So when they took action, it was with all their might.
Even with the three Kings working together, they didnât dare claim they could easily kill Wang Chaling, because after they started, they discovered that Wang Chalingâs condition was very different from the intelligence they had.
Not only was Wang Chaling a ghost master, but he also masterfully controlled the four ghosts of the Wang Family. And when he fought, he was decisive and ruthless; even a small oversight could give him an opportunity to kill them on the spot.
This made the Missionary and the Landlord both feel their hearts pound with fear.
However, no matter what, once they had engaged in battle, there was no turning back for anyone.
In the eerie apartment building.
Various strange sounds kept echoing, including the screams of vicious ghosts, the painful wails of the living, and the clashing of supernatural forces.
Because everyone was fighting desperately, it was destined that this battle wouldnât last long.
It wasnât long before everything temporarily returned to calm.
For a moment, the building was eerily quiet.
At this moment, Wang Chalingâs face looked very grim. His body had several missing parts, and he was covered in the stench of blood. In his hand, he was holding a fresh human head, which belonged to none other than the King, codenamed Landlord, that he had just killed.
He had personally taken down this troublesome and headache-inducing opponent on the Landlordâs own turf.
But he had paid a heavy price as a result.
Wang Chalingâs grandfather was lost in this building, and both his parents had been imprisoned by the Missionary. Now, only his grandmother remained standing around him, protecting him, preventing him from being easily killed.
âYou bastardâŠâ the Missionary gritted his teeth, staring at Wang Chaling with a heart full of dread.
The desperate fight just now had shown him the terrifying nature of this third-generation member of the Wang Family.
If this guy really intended to kill a King, there was absolutely no stopping him.
âDonât worry, youâll be next,â Wang Chaling said coldly.
âArrogant fool, taking down one person was already your limit, donât think too highly of yourself. Today, youâre doomed to die here,â the Missionary replied. Although he wasnât faring well either, having suffered from Wang Chalingâs counterattack, with one of his arms torn off, and it hadnât recovered yet.
âThen letâs continue, and see who can survive until the end,â Wang Chaling said. âIâm not in a good state, and youâre not looking much better. In the end, you might die before I do.â
âWhy should I fight you? I still have teammates, and youâre all alone now.â The Missionary retorted with a cold smile.
At that moment.
Not far from Wang Chaling, a girl resembling a doll slowly emerged, but this time, there was only one girl; the second girl did not appear.
âHow many times have I killed this one already? Every time she comes back to lifeâŠâ Wang Chalingâs face darkened.
The hardest to kill here was this girl codenamed Twins.
No matter how many times she died, she would always resurrect.
If it werenât for this, he might have taken down two Kings this time instead of ending in such a dire state.
âI canât wait for this thing to recover, or Iâll be dragged to death.â Wang Chaling took a deep breath, setting his sights on the Missionary.
If he could kill this Missionary, even if he died here himself, it would be worth it.
He glanced at his grandmother beside him.
Wang Chaling silently said in his heart, âPlease, fight with me one more time.â
Standing still like an old portrait, Wang Chalingâs grandmother, although unmoving, had dead eyes that were already fixed on the Missionary.
âThat old thing.â The Missionary felt a sense of dread.
He was now fully aware of how terrifying this entity was.
The Landlordâs head had been torn off by this dead old lady; he had no intention of being next.
But Wang Chaling ignored all that, charging straight towards the Missionary.
Suddenly, the surrounding light dimmed.
The terrifying old lady transformed into the fiercest ghost and directly attacked the Missionary.
The gruesome supernatural clash began anew.
This time, someone would soon be dead.
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