Mysterious Recovery

Holding the satellite positioning mobile phone of Zhao Kaiming, Yang Jian's face was particularly ugly.

Just now he was clear that he was going to succeed. No, he would definitely succeed. Only the last step. The source ghost failed to kill himself. He took that wave of attacks on his own. Victory was in sight, but he didn’t expect it to happen in a blink of an eye. Kungfu would actually be such a result, the ghost disappeared.

I went back forty minutes ago.

Start all over again.

"No, it's impossible. How could the ghost be able to do this kind of thing." Yang Jian suddenly slapped the podium, and now he can't believe the result.

The sturdy podium shattered directly, stirring up a cloud of dust.

But even this couldn't vent his inner anger.

"What happened to you? What changes have happened to your actions? It seemed like you were going to win before."

At this time, Wang Xiaoming's voice came from his satellite positioning mobile phone.

This action has been monitoring over there.

Yang Jian's face was particularly ugly, and his voice was a little hoarse; "Things have exceeded your and my imagination. The plan is progressing very smoothly, but there has been an incredible unexpected situation. When I was about to succeed just now, my eyes shook, directly. Back forty minutes ago, the time here was reset by the ghost. It is estimated that the thing already knew that it was in danger, and escaped the danger by this impossible method."

"But my memory has not been reset. In other words, the plan that I almost succeeded just now cannot be carried out a second time. The ghost will definitely take precautions."

Wang Xiaoming was silent over there.

Even outside of Dachang City, the temporary command center fell into silence.

Everyone is paying close attention to Yang Jian's actions, and when Yang Jian is about to succeed, everyone can't help but jump up with excitement, but in a blink of an eye, a single sentence pushes everyone's hope into the abyss.

"What's your time there?" Wang Xiaoming asked again after being silent for about ten seconds.

"Eight ten in the evening." Yang Jian checked the time.

Wang Xiaoming said: "I am at 8:50. From the current situation, it seems that the time reset is real. I'm sorry, I have never encountered this kind of situation. This is beyond common sense. Strictly speaking, This ghost should be of an unsolvable level, and it is no longer possible to use a-level and s-level to classify this kind of ghost."

"My previous inference was wrong. Zhang Han really can't be used as bait, otherwise we will die a ghost rider."

"The coffin nail is still in your hands?"

Yang Jiandao; "Of course."

Wang Xiaoming thought for five seconds: "I made a temporary plan, maybe it can be successful."

"Is there any chance of success in this situation?"

Yang Jiandao; "I have been very thorough in my actions just now. I used myself as a bait to induce the ghost to attack me. After resisting the first wave of attacks, I nailed it with a coffin to make sure it is safe, but if it resets the time. , No plan can be successful."

"Your plan is very bold, and the success rate is very high. In my opinion, it is almost as high as 70%. Especially after you resisted the first wave of attacks, the success rate was almost 90%, but unexpected changes still occurred. This is what I was most worried about before."

Wang Xiaoming said; "I don't know what's going on on your side, so I only tell the plan I made temporarily."

"Assuming that the time reset is real, then this time reset is only carried out on a local scale, and the outside time will not be affected. At least my time here and your time have already been different. I boldly speculate that this range is The area of ​​No. 7 Middle School is considered conservative, and even the scope of resetting the time is only the teaching building where you are."

"If this is the case, I suggest you fight from a long distance and set up a sniper plan."

"Talk about it." Yang Jian frowned deeply.

Wang Xiaoming said: "Find a way to nail the coffin in your hand into that ghost's body by bullets, just like a sniper. As for the sniper rifle that can nail the coffin, it is a ghost eye."

"I have been collecting your data in secret, and I found that your ghost eyes are enhanced by the number, but I have studied the ghost domain more thoroughly than you. If you enhance your ghost domain to the maximum, and try If condensed into a straight line, um, it's probably a beam of the size of the coffin nail. As long as the beam hits the ghost outside the range that exceeds the time to restart, you can use the coffin nail to directly transfer it into the ghost's body. inside."

"Achieve an instant sniper effect."

"This kind of speed is close to the speed of light. That ghost may only reflect the restart time. After all, you felt a flash in front of your eyes when you restarted the time just now. From the perspective of the human nerve response speed, this conservative estimate is a 0.5 time interval. ."

"Just use 0.5 seconds as the data. As long as you can do what I said, you can stand at any place in Dachang City and attack that ghost. It has no ability to fight back, but I don't know your ghost eyes. How much distance can be extended, so I suggest fighting for the longest distance you can reach, just in case."

"It's just that the success rate of this method is not high, and the risk is too high. After all, there is only one bullet. Once it fails, or the wrong target is selected, the coffin nail in your hand will be lost, and this is only within five seconds of me. In the preliminary plan, there are still many potential problems to be overcome, such as how to find the source ghost, and how to make sure that your ghost domain will not be disturbed."

"Okay, I know what you mean. For the rest, I will figure out a way to snipe the ghost from a distance." Yang Jian interrupted him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and shook the one in his hand that had not been used. The coffin nailed a U-turn and left.

He took advantage of the ghost domain to leave the Seventh Middle School directly.

Here, Yang Jian has no chance of winning. If this ghost can restart once, it can restart a second time, and he has only one life. Once the ghost succeeds, it will be over.

Sniping that ghost from a long distance, although Yang Jian seemed to have many difficulties to overcome, there was a success rate.

As long as there is a chance of success, it must be implemented.

Until now, there is no retreat.

After observing the situation around No. 7 Middle School, Yang Jian finally came to the roof of a nearby communications building more than a thousand meters away.

He stood on the high signal tower, where he could overlook everything in the No. 7 Middle School.

It was just a haze that Yang Jian didn't see clearly now, but under his ghostly eyes, he could barely see the outline of the school through the haze.

If the time goes back forty minutes ago, then the ghost must still be in school now.

Although the school is large, it at least has a clear location, rather than looking for a needle in a haystack in the entire city of Dachang.

"To do what Wang Xiaoming said, I must overcome two conditions. The first is that the ghost domain can penetrate the haze of the school. After all, there is its home field, and the second is to condense into a line in the ghost domain. Under the circumstances, the source ghost can be found and locked."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and a group of dark shadows gradually poured out from above, as if some evil spirit was attached to him.

To use the power of the ghost eye to its maximum limit, the ghost must be used to suppress its recovery.

Fortunately, the ghost is now in a dead state, no matter how to use its power, there is no feeling of recovery, which gives him confidence.

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