Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1341 - 1308: Terrifying Monsters of the Republic Era

The sudden car accident caught Yang Jian off guard, throwing him seven or eight meters away.

In fact, he had been very cautious. The Ghost Domain of the Ghost Eye had been open continuously, never ceasing, and being in the Ghost Domain, even a top ghost tamer would find it difficult to pinpoint his location. However, he never expected that this ghostly bus would easily tear through his Ghost Domain and precisely lock onto his position.

Moreover, the timing of the attack coincided precisely with the moment when Yang Jian was about to use the Ghost Domain to teleport, because it was only at this time that Yang Jian's attention would waver and his movements would pause.

Therefore, behind this seemingly simple attack, there was a lot of revelation.

"Just one hit from the ghostly bus is enough to cause an S-class ghost to momentarily stall. A top ghost tamer being hit by this bus would almost certainly be doomed. Old Qin came to meet me with the intention of killing me, with no intention of holding back. Even when I was lying on the ground for those few seconds, he knew I was still alive, that I hadn't died, and he wasn't fooled..."

"A precise attack, with a known outcome long beforehand... It all seems as if it has been rehearsed countless times. If that's the case, then all my subsequent actions are within Old Qin's calculations, so his appearance now confirms he can kill me; otherwise, he wouldn't deliberately show himself."

"Therefore, from the first moment I met Old Qin, this battle has been without suspense; my future self is destined to lose."

"Has this old guy really become terrifying to such an extent? Capable of precisely predicting the future?"

Slowly standing up, Yang Jian quickly pondered in his mind. His expression was not good, for in that instant, the revelation gave him a strong sense of crisis.

Moreover, that collision just now was indeed terrifying.

Although he had restarted to erase all the damage, the lingering sensation made him feel as if both his body and consciousness were about to shatter, extraordinarily painful.

"Luckily, I now have two Ghost Eyes, and coupled with possessing the four-layer Ghost Lake, I didn't completely stall in an instant, giving me time to react and erase the damage through restarting. Otherwise, I would truly have been dead from that hit. But what should I do next to deal with this Old Qin who seemingly has seen the outcome?"

At this moment, Old Qin, leaning on a cane, stood in front of the bus. His age-spotted, wrinkled face was indifferent, and his murky eyes fixed on Yang Jian. Although they seemed vacant, they conveyed a sense of determination and ruthlessness, making one feel dismayed.

"Knowing full well that the ghostly bus wouldn't kill me, you still chose to drive it and hit me like this. For someone like you, who supposedly can foresee the future, it wouldn't make sense to undertake such a meaningless action, so the only explanation is that you intended to use the bus to transport certain people to my side simultaneously when it hit me, thus eliminating my possibility of escaping from here."

Yang Jian remained calm, "Since you brought reinforcements, why don't you come out, don't hide."

"Truly remarkable, being able to analyze so much from a single paranormal attack. Those young ones at headquarters didn't die unjustly at your hands. But this is as far as you go. Although I have some friendship with your father, it's not enough to let you live on, you are too dangerous and need to be dealt with."

Old Qin replied coolly, "Furthermore, I did bring reinforcements. But who would reveal their cards at the start of a fight? If you survive until then, you'll naturally see my helpers."

"So meticulous, leaving no gaps. It's no wonder you're a tamer born from the womb, living for so many years and becoming like a refined spirit," Yang Jian stated.

"If you want to stall for time, I don't mind chatting with you. After all, the outcome remains unchanged."

Old Qin's age-spotted face showed a smile, one that was cold and ruthless, as if he had already seen Yang Jian's death.

Yang Jian fell into silence at this moment.

He was certain of it.

Old Qin definitely has the ability to know future outcomes, even surpassing the foresight of Xiong Wenwen's kind.

Besides, Old Qin also possesses the ability to restart; Yang Jian had witnessed this back when he was at headquarters.

"You're a smart man, you should already realize what the future outcome will be, so it's best to give up," Old Qin continued.

"Is that so? But I still want to try and see if I can change the outcome you've seen. If you can know the future, then I can change the past. I want to see if my past can defeat your future," Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and the ordinary eyes now shimmered with red light.

Old Qin slowly sighed, "What a terrifying potential; the more so, the less you can be allowed to live. Do it."

He wasn't speaking this to Yang Jian, but addressing others.

As the words fell.

Instantly.

Yang Jian's body was invaded by a terrifying supernatural force. The aura was cold and rotten, merely touching his body caused irreversible changes, with flesh starting to rot and peel off, layering onto the ground as piles of Grave Soil. What's more, beneath his feet was no longer a cement pavement, but an endless cemetery.

His legs sank, eroded by the Grave Soil, making him almost disintegrate in an instant.

"This is..." Yang Jian saw this supernatural power.

Very familiar.

Back when he teamed up with the captain to deal with Zhang Xiangguang, He Yiner had summoned a tamer from the Republic of China Period.

If this supernatural incident is connected to the past, then only one person fits the criteria.

"Sexton Luo Qian? At this point in time, you're not dead yet?"

At this moment, Yang Jian is caught between anger and shock, his eyes glowing red, and pale green Ghost Flames darting from his body, attempting to fend off the attack.

However, this supernatural threat is too terrifying; the Ghost Flames are extinguishing, the Ghost Lake inside his body is being eroded, and even the Ghost Shadow is being buried by Grave Soil, losing its mobility.

Every method he once prided himself on is failing; if this continues, Yang Jian will soon become a new grave in this supernatural place, buried here forever.

In the distance of the graveyard, an elderly man with a decaying body and pitch-black pupils stands expressionless on a grave mound, gazing silently in this direction, intent only on burying Yang Jian quickly without sparing words.

Decisive, ruthless, meticulous, terrifyingly strong to the point of suffocation.

This is Yang Jian's most profound realization upon confronting these old geezers.

"All my supernatural methods are toys in front of these people, they won't even have a chance to show up. Since that's the case, then abandon everything and drag all these Republic of China monsters to the same level; if that can't be done, before these old creatures join forces, a sexton alone is enough to bury me..."

Yang Jian's body is disintegrating, his supernatural powers are being buried.

In less than ten seconds, his body has already turned into a heap of Grave Soil, and even his consciousness seems suppressed, becoming somewhat blurry.

Yet at this moment, his eyes emit a crimson glow that grows stronger and cannot be affected by the Grave Soil.

"Indeed, a formidable young lad, but this is as far as you go." The decaying elderly man waved his hand from afar.

Immediately.

Two gigantic grave mounds rose to each side of Yang Jian, closing in, the three mounds merging into one, his broken body swallowed by the mass of Grave Soil.

All supernatural occurrences were calmed by the Grave Soil, leaving only one larger grave mound standing in this supernatural cemetery.

Yet Old Qin still stands motionless, and Sexton Luo Qian slightly furrows his brow.

The Grave Soil buried everything of Yang Jian, but it alone couldn't bury those eerie eyes.

Under the mound, a faint red glow still shines.

"I shouldn't fail to bury this youngster."

Sexton Luo Qian glanced over, then said: "I see, the restart has already begun. I can bury the present, but can't bury the past. He's no longer at this point in time, my supernatural powers are failing; this is beyond my expertise. Let's have her intervene, and pull this lad out from his past time point. As long as she does it, in an instant, I can bury him, never giving him another chance to restart."

A hunched old woman full of wrinkles appeared, carrying a basket. As she walked toward Yang Jian, her form grew more indistinct, and finally vanished before him.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian's Ghost Eyes emitted a crimson glow, as he was in a restart state.

In the restart situation, his body reversed, the Grave Soil eroding him disappears, his consciousness recovers...

The recovery speed surpasses the invasion speed of the Grave Soil.

This means Yang Jian can withstand the supernatural erosion by the sexton.

"No, it's not enough. If it's merely restarting oneself, then the moment I finish restarting and recover normally, I'll be attacked again, making no change in the situation, and next time I might not even be able to restart. That Old Qin must've foreseen this when predicting the past."

"So to win, there's only one way, which is a large-scale restart, to return to at least half an hour ago, or even further back."

The restart limit of a single Ghost Eye is less than thirty minutes, achieved only back when he maneuvered that old corpse from the ancient manor.

Yang Jian now relies on himself for a large-scale restart which definitely doesn't exceed five minutes, and going back five minutes, even when Old Qin appears, there's still no chance of winning, so the only method is to restart to a much earlier place.

But to achieve this, there's only one way, which is to initiate an infinite restart state.

"Let's go for it."

Yang Jian was decisive, instantly activating the Eight Layer Ghost Domain.

At this moment, red light spreads, surrounding Grave Soil rapidly disappears, his state reversing at an unimaginable speed.

Thirty seconds.

Yang Jian completely returned to a normal state, all the Grave Soil surrounding him had vanished, and even the cemetery was nowhere to be seen.

Three minutes.

Old Qin and the supernatural bus had disappeared.

But at this moment, Yang Jian's Ghost Eye began to stir, uncontrollable.

At this moment, Yang Jian exited the wide-range restart state.

The time came to two twenty-nine.

Yang Jian took a breath, looking around with uncertainty.

Everything seemed normal again, he was still standing on the road, no longer surrounded by those old guys from the Republic of China Period.

"Once more."

He opened the second Ghost Eye, this Ghost Eye obtained from this world.

However, the second Ghost Eye could not yet reach the point of restarting, needing some time to revive.

Yang Jian did not hesitate at all, began using the Ghost Domain extensively to cover the city, stimulating the revival of the second Ghost Eye, simultaneously he kept shifting his position, not daring to pause even for a moment.

The second Ghost Eye, under continuous stimulation, started to revive swiftly, initially the Ghost Domain could only open one layer, but very soon it could open three layers, four layers, followed by five layers...

"Six layers of the Ghost Domain."

Yang Jian moved away from the city just now, coming to the top floor of a building in another city.

Seven layers of the Ghost Domain.

Under continuous stimulation, the revival speed of the second Ghost Eye was beyond imagination.

However, at this moment.

It reached two thirty.

Dim yellow light again shone from behind Yang Jian.

"What?" Yang Jian at this moment widened his eyes, full of disbelief.

He was once again locked in.

On the top floor of a building in another city a bizarre bus appeared out of thin air, intending to collide and kill him.

Ghost Eye Resurrection, eight layers of the Ghost Domain.

Restart!

The second wave of wide-range restart began.

Yang Jian vanished instantly, the supernatural bus hit nothing.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes restart time concluded, Yang Jian immediately exited the wide-range restart state, he was still standing on the top floor of a building, but the supernatural bus from moments ago was no longer there.

The time was now twenty-seven past two in the afternoon.

"These old things, as expected had locked onto me, but they were a step late." Yang Jian broke out in a cold sweat, at this moment he stood up again.

The first Ghost Eye returned to two twenty-seven, which implied the revival agitation vanished.

Eight layers of the Ghost Domain restarted again.

Yang Jian returned to two twenty-four without suspense, and the revival agitation of the second Ghost Eye also vanished.

Alternating restarts, mutually erasing the revival agitation of the other Ghost Eye.

This was Yang Jian's theoretical infinite restart.

He couldn't achieve it in reality, but here, after mastering the second Ghost Eye he really succeeded.

Achieving this, he had the capital to confront those Republic of China period monsters.

"There are still six minutes before Old Qin will strike, so the preparation time grows increasingly abundant." Yang Jian at this point barely let out a sigh of relief.

Yet he didn't rejoice for long.

Suddenly.

A door on the rooftop of the building creaked open at this moment.

Inside the stairwell.

A wrinkled, hunched old woman carrying a vegetable basket came out slowly at this moment, her expression eerie, she locked eyes with Yang Jian.

"Hm?" Yang Jian sensed something, suddenly turned to look.

Immediately his pupils shrank, showing a look of disbelief.

"Dachuan City 301... Meng Xiaodong?"

"Only six minutes, young man, you didn't escape far enough." This old woman's kindly face abruptly shifted, vicious and spiteful, like a resurrected ghost.

This remark left Yang Jian's expression aghast.

No doubt, this old woman had followed him from before.

If Old Qin could see the future, then this old woman could control the past, since there's her existence in every past time point, and her supernatural power is invading from the past to the present, replacing her modern self.

No matter how Yang Jian restarted to the past, he couldn't evade this Meng Xiaodong.

To deal with this old woman, the only way is to go to a time point where she doesn't exist.

But this old woman lived from the Republic of China era to the present, which time point doesn't have her? Only future time points don't have her.

However, Yang Jian would be targeted by Old Qin at two thirty, doomed to die in this world at six ten, there's simply no future.

"You Republic of China era monsters, joining forces can even seal off past and future, no wonder you can quell a supernatural age, apart from the passage of time that can wear you down, really can't think of any way to defeat you. I admit I underestimated you, you're even more frightening than I anticipated."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, tightly holding the cracked spear, but had no chance to strike.

In front of such a person, the Firewood Knife, Coffin Nail seemed to become toys, completely ineffective.

"But this time only you came, one-on-one, I just might have a chance."

Meng Xiaodong's old face stirred slightly, she smiled, the smile was very cold: "Young man, you can try, but before that, I hope you look downstairs."

Yang Jian's Ghost Eye moved slightly, his expression immediately stiffened.

At this moment downstairs were no longer moving living people, all became an array of dead-looking old women carrying vegetable baskets, and as time passed the numbers kept increasing.

"At least hundreds..."

Without an exact count, just a brief glance, Yang Jian had a rough estimate in mind.

The sheer number was suffocating.

Clearly, these old women were all invading from the past, this kind of number seemed infinitely expandable.

If Yang Jian was infinite restart, then this Meng Xiaodong was infinite invasion.

Perhaps infinite restart and infinite invasion were supernatural powers of the same level, but it was obvious that Yang Jian was at a disadvantage in a fight.