Chapter 239: The Terrifying Restart
“Don’t touch these two ghosts, and don’t let these two ghosts touch you.”
Lin Qian said expressionlessly, reminding them once again.
Behind him, on the opera stage, figures were densely packed. A figure wearing an official hat sat on the grand tutor’s chair, with officials beside him.
The illusion of a cleaver slowly appeared.
The moment the cleaver illusion appeared, the bamboo fortune stick holder in Lin Qian’s hand visibly turned blood red.
Fang Shiming was surrounded by gusts of chilling wind.
Above his head, it was even more exaggerated; the eye of the wind gathered, actually developing into that hurricane.
Ye Zhen stared at the starving ghost in the distance.
Azure-black eyes.
Azure-black skin.
The detective uniform on his body fit very well.
The last time they met, this ghost had a big belly, but at this moment, the belly had become flat.
What this change meant, they did not know.
Supernatural forces gathered on Ye Zhen’s body, stacking, stacking again, stacking once more, all stacked onto the shovel.
This supernatural item, whose strength was only below that of the coffin nail, could bear supernatural forces beyond Ye Zhen’s imagination.
Ye Zhen killed himself time and time again.
In this way, stacking his own supernatural strength.
The three of them went all out right from the start.
“Go!”
Lin Qian suddenly low roared.
His hand stretched out and grabbed; the distance of the roads instantly changed.
The ghost messenger and he instantly arrived at another place.
In a desolate ruin.
“Chop~!”
Behind him, on the opera stage, a vague eerie voice suddenly rang out.
Lin Qian pulled out the now blood-red bamboo stick and directly threw it on the ground.
The three big black characters “strategist” on the bamboo stick erupted with a thick corpse stench.
On the opera stage, the cleaver lifted and fiercely fell.
Crack~!
Lin Qian abruptly turned his head, his eyes full of horror.
Explode!
The cleaver on the opera stage exploded.
In the instant it fell, it directly exploded into smoke.
And in the distance, the ghost messenger was still slowly walking towards this side.
There wasn’t a single wound on its body.
“This terror level…”
Lin Qian’s heart grew increasingly grave and vigilant.
“Absolutely cannot let it get close.”
Lin Qian touched the crack on the forehead of his mask.
This thing started to become restless.
He was too close to the ghost messenger; the ghost messenger supernatural on his body was starting to slip out of his control.
Lin Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Very dangerous, but this was an opportunity.
Under his feet, a cold yin force floated towards the ground.
The ground instantly froze, and at the same time, a terrifying supernatural force quietly hid beneath the ice layer.
The ghost messenger stepped onto this frozen road.
Crack crack crack~!
The ice layer directly cracked.
The supernatural under the ground was directly ignored and suppressed.
Lin Qian slowly retreated.
“Has it reached the point of being immune to all methods?”
Lin Qian could hardly imagine how this thing was handled during the Republic of China period.
Bang~!
A loud bang suddenly appeared.
Lin Qian abruptly turned his head to look.
“Damn, it’s tough as hell!”
In the distance, Ye Zhen suddenly appeared beside the starving ghost, swung the shovel round, and directly smashed it onto the starving ghost’s face.
Fang Shiming’s hurricane also directly swept from the sky with paper ash towards the starving ghost at this moment.
The starving ghost was directly swallowed by the hurricane.
Paper ash swirled and danced.
Ye Zhen’s eyes narrowed slightly, but suddenly, he quickly retreated.
An azure-black hand grabbed at empty air.
Cold sweat broke out on Ye Zhen’s forehead. “Not easy to deal with.”
His stacked supernatural combined with the shovel, smashing one shovel onto the opponent’s face.
The opponent didn’t even move its head, completely unscathed.
In the hurricane, the starving ghost stood motionless, not even its clothing hem blown.
Fang Shiming looked at the photo in his hand that had been cut into fragments, cold sweat also breaking out on his forehead.
The curse had been activated, but the opponent was completely fine.
“Lin Qian! Can’t touch it at all!”
Without any hesitation, Fang Shiming directly looked towards Lin Qian’s direction.
Ye Zhen also shouted loudly:
“Either all three of us deal with one at the same time, or we leave directly!”
They went all out without holding back, yet the opponent didn’t even lose a single hair!
Lin Qian’s mood sank to the bone.
Going all out and they couldn’t even make the opponent stop?
Lin Qian stared intently at the approaching ghost messenger.
“My own supernatural isn’t enough, then swap for a ghost that is enough!”
Lin Qian’s finger wiped across his forehead.
A ferocious ghost eye suddenly emerged, facing the ghost messenger directly.
The ghost messenger abruptly stopped.
Meeting the ghost eye’s line of sight.
But a terrifying scene appeared; the ghost messenger was completely fine.
Instead, Lin Qian’s ghost eye that didn’t belong to him actually started to seep blood.
Lin Qian’s body visibly began to flicker, dodging attack after attack.
Melting descended along with the ghost eye opening.
“Fuck!”
“How many ghosts have you fucking detained!”
From the current situation, the ghost messenger seemed to ignore the ghost eye’s attack.
But in reality, it wasn’t so; the ghost eye was erasing the ghost inside the opponent.
It was just that there were too many ghosts; the ghost messenger didn’t care at all.
But the ghost messenger didn’t care; Lin Qian did, because he couldn’t withstand the ghost eye’s backlash.
Restart activated, once, twice, three times!
The time the ghost eye was open also became one second, two seconds, seven seconds!
No good!
Lin Qian knew that going on like this, he would definitely die first.
The ghost messenger suddenly moved, as if Lin Qian had triggered its killing pattern.
The next moment.
Lin Qian’s body suddenly became riddled with holes.
Various supernatural attacks instantly struck.
Lin Qian’s eyes widened.
The ghost messenger’s attack actually wanted to take him out in an instant.
He desperately activated restart.
And it was at this moment that a large amount of black mist suddenly appeared under the ghost messenger’s feet.
The black mist instantly swallowed the ghost messenger, enveloping it.
“Got it!”
But the next moment, the black mist disappeared.
The surroundings instantly became silent.
Lin Qian’s pupils trembled.
He had a premonition of something bad.
The next moment.
The surrounding environment began to rapidly rewind.
One blink.
The three returned to the moment before making their move.
“What happened?”
Fang Shiming looked at his body, feeling somewhat uncoordinated.
Ye Zhen frowned, looked around, feeling something off.
Lin Qian also frowned; he subconsciously touched his forehead.
Did he just use this ghost eye?
“No, what’s the situation with the starving ghost?”
The starving ghost that was fine before now had azure-black smog emanating from its entire body.
The next moment, the smog rapidly spread towards the surroundings.
An extremely eerie supernatural force pressed towards the surroundings.
The three were startled in their hearts, but before they could understand what happened.
An extreme darkness rapidly approached that mist.
The moment the black mist and smog collided.
Both completely disappeared.
But the three showed no sign of relief; instead, they turned and ran towards the mansion.
Fang Shiming and Ye Zhen didn’t know what happened.
But Lin Qian, who had restart, knew what happened.
“No, my eye was definitely used.”
Lin Qian instantly knew what happened.
He used the eye, so inevitably, he also carried out his plan.
He quickly sensed the situation inside his body.
Sure enough, the ghost messenger suppression quota had increased, from the previous three to twelve.
But there were no extra fierce ghosts in his body.
Upon discovering this, Lin Qian instantly understood that it was because of him that the ghost messenger performed a restart.
And the starving ghost that had restart, upon encountering the ghost messenger’s restart, also chose to use restart.
Restart versus restart.
The two restarts began to conflict.
“Are they really not afraid of death?”
As a ghost, ‘Li Zhe’ was somewhat puzzled at this moment.
Especially that young man with a ghost eye on his forehead.
The opponent’s behavior couldn’t be described as bold anymore.
It could only be described as courting death.
The three entered the mansion in a blink.
And it was at this moment, except for this mansion.
The time in this ghost painting began to invert and reshape, pulling back and forth.
The starving ghost and ghost messenger directly started competing in restarts.
But this mansion was not affected.
The three entered the mansion.
Looking towards the outside.
That bizarre and grotesque scene made one’s hair stand on end.
They saw streets change from prosperous to decayed, then back to prosperous.
The city buildings were the same.
They even saw people.
People appeared, then disappeared.
The whole process repeated back and forth.
“This is… what situation!” Fang Shiming’s expression was horrified.
At the mansion doorway, a small grass sometimes sprouted from the ground crack and grew lushly, sometimes shrank back into the crack.
Repeating back and forth, just like a video progress bar being pulled back and forth by a naughty child.
“Restart, the starving ghost and ghost messenger are competing in restarts; everything outside is enveloped by the restart.”
“Time has become extremely chaotic.”
Lin Qian felt some lingering fear; if they had reacted slower just now.
Then now, the ones being repeatedly restarted inside would be them.
They wouldn’t die inside; that was certain, because the restart kept continuing.
But if the restart ended and they were restarted to a state unfavorable to themselves.
For example, before becoming an anomaly, or before controlling fierce ghosts.
They would definitely die.
Ye Zhen stared intently at the outside situation.
The starving ghost and ghost messenger were no longer visible.
The two ghosts didn’t know where they were.
“We haven’t even made a move yet, and these two ghosts have started restarting…”
Ye Zhen looked at the shovel in his hand, somewhat unwilling.
Hearing this, Fang Shiming furrowed his brows tightly and didn’t speak.
Really haven’t made a move?
Lin Qian stared outside; he now had a big doubt: why wasn’t this mansion affected?
The starving ghost and ghost messenger…
The confrontation of the two ghosts, yet this mansion could stay out of it, unaffected.
What this meant, Lin Qian knew very well.
There was probably an extraordinary guy inside this mansion.
“No need to try anymore; we’ve already contacted this ghost, it’s just that we don’t remember.”
Lin Qian confirmed the ghost messenger’s suppression number again.
Twelve.
No mistake.
“You mean, we’ve already been restarted?”
Fang Shiming was startled.
“Yes, I can say this very responsibly.”
Lin Qian withdrew his gaze and looked at this familiar mansion.
This mansion couldn’t leave the ghost painting.
This he could confirm.
After all, at that time, he had fallen into a bizarre illusion.
The two felt some horror in their hearts.
Being restarted, they only felt somewhat disharmonious; they didn’t sense anything else.
The ability of time restart was simply too BUG.
Ye Zhen was very envious, but he didn’t say it.
“What do we do now?”
From the current situation, it seemed Lin Qian had forced out the restart of one of the ghosts.
The other was forced to start restarting.
Thus, the two ghosts started competing in restarts with each other.
Lin Qian glanced outside:
“Right now, these two ghosts are confronting each other.”
“There will definitely be a winner, but these two ghosts have been here for so long and still each exist.”
“Presumably, this kind of thing has happened more than once.”
“Waiting for the two ghosts to be mutually wounded isn’t realistic.”
Lin Qian looked up at the ceiling.
“Withdraw, find Xu Zhou, and take them out of here.”
“The starving ghost and ghost messenger aren’t something we can touch right now.”
“At least, until you two gain the restart ability, we can’t touch these two ghosts.”
At this point, Lin Qian seemed to think of something:
“If there were three coffin nails, perhaps we could try nailing the starving ghost.”
“But probably impossible.”
The current starving ghost and ghost messenger very likely could already be immune to the coffin nail’s suppression.
“Three?”
“There are three coffin nails?”
Ye Zhen’s mind immediately became active.
“How would I know? I was just making a metaphor.”
Lin Qian glanced at Ye Zhen. “However…”
Seeing Ye Zhen’s disappointed look, Lin Qian thought and continued:
“Logically, this thing shouldn’t only have one.”
“Only ghosts and gold can restrict ghosts, so coffin nails are either made of ghosts or gold.”
“But gold is impossible; gold can only isolate supernatural, not suppress fierce ghosts.”
“So, coffin nails are most likely made of ghosts.”
Hearing this, Ye Zhen’s disappointment vanished instantly.
Fang Shiming’s gaze flickered; coffin nails.
This thing was one of the best supernatural items.
Unfortunately, the coffin nail that Yang Jian used to detain the starving ghost was lost.
Didn’t know if it was still in the ghost painting.
If it was…
Fang Shiming felt that taking the coffin nail out would be a huge gain.
“Xu Zhou is upstairs; the source of the ghost painting seems to be there too.”
Lin Qian frowned slightly. Was Xu Zhou planning to leave from the source of the ghost painting?
“No, there’s not only Xu Zhou in the mansion.”
“There are three people on the top of the building; one of them doesn’t feel like a ghost controller, more like a ghost.”
Ye Zhen said with a frown.
“Is that so?”
Lin Qian turned back to look outside the mansion; the confrontation outside wouldn’t have results for a while.
“You go find Xu Zhou; I’ll go up and see what those three things are.”
After Lin Qian finished speaking, his figure instantly turned into shadow and burrowed into the ground.
The shadow quickly crawled along the wall.
Directly passing through the ceiling and up along the wall.
Fang Shiming and Ye Zhen exchanged a glance, each using their abilities to head towards the middle floors.
Top of the building.
“Lin Qian, Ye Zhen, Fang Shiming…”
‘Li Zhe’ obtained intel on these three from his mind.
“Ye Zhen, president of the Sea Market supernatural forum, seems to be Asia’s number one ghost controller.”
“Fang Shiming, chairman of the circle of friends.”
“Lin Qian… external captain of headquarters; during the headquarters fall, he commanded ghost controllers in three-line combat…”
Li Zhe touched his face.
This crying face and smiling face came like this.
Xu Ming listened to ‘Li Zhe’s’ mumbling, his gaze turning to the woman.
The woman’s expression was somewhat grave.
“I don’t know Fang Shiming and haven’t met him, but I know Ye Zhen and Lin Qian.”
“Back in Da Jiang City, I was nearly killed by Ye Zhen.”
The woman said through gritted teeth.
It was the first time she met such a rude man, and he was a boy several years younger than her!
Xu Ming was silent, his eyes somewhat complex.
