Fang Xiu's staff immediately reacted, pulling out their guns and pointing them at him, as if they would shoot him at the slightest movement.
The spirit masters sitting around the conference table also stared intently at him, their eyes revealing curiosity or wariness.
A faint, almost imperceptible spiritual pressure descended upon him.
"Fang Xiu! Do you know what crime it is to assault a staff member of the Investigation Bureau? What exactly are you trying to do? Or rather, who exactly are you!" Wang Dehai said with a gloomy face.
Faced with Wang Dehai's questioning and the pressure from the other spirit masters, Fang Xiu ignored them completely and instead calmly turned his gaze to Yang Ming, who was smoking in the corner.
Suddenly, he calmly asked, "Do you want Bai Qi to be resurrected?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ming stopped smoking abruptly. His previously listless eyes instantly became terrifying, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, staring intently at Fang Xiu.
He slowly stood up, his face gloomy, an invisible force brewing around him, like the calm before a storm, so oppressive and heavy.
Snap.
He threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground and then kicked it away.
After doing all this, he walked steadily toward Fang Xiu and stopped.
Looking at Fang Xiu, who remained calm, he said, word by word, "No matter who you are or where you come from, don't joke about dead people, or... people will die."
Unconsciously, an immense pressure descended upon Fang Xiu like a tidal wave. This pressure from Yang Ming alone far surpassed that of all the Spirit Masters present.
The other spirit masters couldn't help but change their expressions slightly at this moment.
Is this the strength of a third-tier Spirit Master?
Despite this immense pressure, Fang Xiu remained calm. Having experienced the strange baptism of the heavens, this pressure was nothing to him.
He calmly met Yang Ming's gaze and said indifferently, "You only need to answer whether you want to or not."
His calm words seemed to carry an undeniable power.
Upon seeing this, everyone present was astonished.
How could someone like Fang Xiu speak with such confidence when facing a third-tier Spirit Master?
Yang Ming stared intently into Fang Xiu's calm eyes, as if trying to discern something within them, but all he could see was an unfathomable calm.
"Fang Xiu, what nonsense are you spouting? Arrest him right now!" Wang Dehai no longer trusted Fang Xiu at this point. He seriously suspected that Fang Xiu had some kind of mysterious organization behind him, plotting some unspeakable conspiracy.
But just as the staff around him were about to take action, Yang Ming raised his hand to stop them.
"Can you really bring Little White back to life?"
After asking that question, Yang Ming felt like he had gone mad; the dead cannot be brought back to life—that's an ironclad rule.
Even if the person in front of you has the ability to resurrect the dead, Bai Qi's corpse was eaten by the monster, so how can he be resurrected?
He didn't know why he would ask such a foolish question, but looking into Fang Xiu's calm eyes, he had a vague intuition that what Fang Xiu said might be true.
Fang Xiu's lips curled into a slight smile.
"I can't bring the dead back to life, but... I can go back in time and reverse the future."
Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in uproar, feeling it was utterly unbelievable.
Going back in time and reversing the future is even more outrageous than bringing the dead back to life.
No one present believed Fang Xiu's words, but Yang Ming still stubbornly asked, "What needs to be done?"
Fang Xiu did not answer, but instead asked, "Where were you when Bai Qi died?"
Yang Ming thought for a moment: "At that time, I tracked down the clues to the human head ghost in the mountainous area near Qingbei Town, but because the clues were off, I did not enter Qingbei Town."
As he said this, he subconsciously clenched his fists, his face filled with self-reproach.
"If I had discovered it earlier and entered Qingbei Town sooner, perhaps he wouldn't have died."
"Okay, that's fine. Now give me your phone number."
"Phone number?" Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, completely unable to keep up with Fang Xiu's leap of thought. They were talking about the dead coming back to life, so why did he suddenly start asking for phone numbers?
"That's right, all you need to do now is give me your phone number, and then tell me a secret."
"What secret?" Yang Ming was increasingly confused as he listened.
“A secret that will make you believe me,” Fang Xiu said calmly. “Next, I will go back in time and call you before Bai Qi’s accident, so I need a secret that will make you believe me.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming's eyes widened involuntarily. He felt it was unbelievable, as if Fang Xiu was telling a story from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.
Go back in time and call me?
Does such a monstrous ability truly exist in the world? Even if it does, wouldn't it require a fifth-tier Spirit Master to unleash it? How is that possible?
Even if Yang Ming desperately wanted to revive Bai Qi, he found it difficult to convince himself to believe Fang Xiu's words.
Not only him, but all the spirit masters present felt the same way. They were all incredulous. As fellow spirit masters, how could you be so outstanding?
Reversing the future and returning to the past?
Are you still a Spirit Master? You're more like a Divine Master!
But one person felt a storm raging in their heart.
That was Shen Lingxue.
It was only because she suddenly remembered what Fang Xiu had said when she took the mental pollution test.
"I have traveled between the future and the past countless times, witnessed death and rebirth, and experienced infinite possibilities. To me, the future is nothing more than a puppet that can be observed and changed at will."
She suddenly understood why Fang Xiu didn't directly answer whether he could predict the future, but instead said something like that. It's very likely that he wasn't showing off, but rather using another way to express his ability—to go back to the past and reverse the future!
Seeing Yang Ming's skeptical expression, Fang Xiu smiled slightly: "There's no harm in giving it a try."
Yang Ming was immediately persuaded. It was true. He should give it a try. Even if he failed, what would he lose?
He didn't think Fang Xiu could harm him with just a phone number and a trivial secret.
call.
He took a deep breath and slowly said, "138********"
He only read it once, and Fang Xiu only listened to it once, but he memorized it firmly.
After a moment of thought, Yang Ming slowly said, "Then I'll tell you a secret that only I know. This secret is about Xiao Bai. I never planned to tell you in my life, because I was afraid that Xiao Bai would fight me to the death if he found out. But now that he's gone, it's okay to tell you."
"The secret is... Actually, before the team captain selection competition, it wasn't that Xiaobai ate something bad that caused him to have diarrhea during the competition. It was because I gave him a laxative beforehand. It's just that because my ability is luck, no one has ever suspected me."
quiet!
An eerie silence!
Everyone present stared at Yang Ming in disbelief, as if they were seeing him for the first time.
They never expected that Captain Yang, who was originally handsome and had thick eyebrows, would do such evil things behind the scenes. This... this is too outrageous.
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