Chapter 883 850 The Person Who Lived Again

Seeing those who had just perished appear before them once again, Yang Jian and the others immediately realized what had happened when the bell tolled.

This was a reset.

The bell was the signal.

The entire ancient mansion had undergone a reset, returning everything to half an hour ago.

Half an hour ago, the ghost hunters here were all still alive, none had died, so those who were taken down by Yang Jian and his companions were alive again.

Incredible.

It really is incredible.

This kind of reset had affected both humans and ghosts.

“If that bell really did signify a reset, then why didn’t we reset along with everything else?”

Feng Quan voiced a question shared by everyone.

Yang Jian calmly responded: “It must be the Pendulum Clock curse. They all share something in common in that they were affected by the Pendulum Clock curse. Thus, after the reset, they were reset too, but it seems they’ve lost their memories. This reset is very thorough; although they’ve come back to life, they were not able to bring back their previous memories. It’s strikingly similar to the resurrection effect of the Ghost Mirror.”

“Does this mean it’s like a reset combined with a resurrection?”

Tong Qian furrowed her brow: “By that logic, don’t we have to kill them again? What if they reset after we kill them again? We can’t keep this up indefinitely.”

If others can make use of the Pendulum Clock curse to reset while we can’t, what’s the point of winning ten times if we are done for the moment we lose once?

“The reset can’t be flawlessly perfect, at least this particular ghost didn’t reset with the rest.”

Yang Jian looked down at the motionless corpse nailed beneath the spear in his hand.

This was a ferocious ghost.

Previously, it had clung to his leg, rendering him unable to move; its Terror Level was not low.

However, with the last bell’s reset, this ghost did not vanish along with the reset.

This implies that under the suppression of the Coffin Nail, the supernatural forces of the clock reset couldn’t affect it, and so the ghost did not reset along with the others.

Since the reset failed.

Then that female ghost hunter called Liu Yue would not possibly come back to life.

It seemed to confirm his hypothesis.

One by one, ghost hunters emerged from the depths of the ancient mansion, but that female ghost hunter was nowhere to be seen.

As expected.

His guess was correct.

Besides that, Yang Jian looked at the pocket watch in his hand.

Five-thirty.

It was now 5:31.

Time within the ancient mansion had once again resumed its normal course.

“Is the time limit for the reset here half an hour?”

“At six o’clock, the bell will ring, a reset will be triggered, and it will only be effective within the mansion. If we’re outside, it should be useless. There are two ways to kill these people and avoid the reset: first is to kill them outside of the ancient mansion, and second is to act within the first half of any hour.”

“If I kill these people before five-thirty, even if it’s a reset at six o’clock, it will only reset to five-thirty, and those who died before that time will not be resurrected.”

Yang Jian’s eyes flickered as he pieced together some patterns based on the situation he had just experienced.

His luck was rather bad.

He killed those people around five-forty.

So, when the bell rang at six o’clock, the mansion returned to five-thirty and, in passing, nearly all the fallen ghost hunters within the mansion were rescued.

Except for a woman named Liu Yue.

Her reset failed because the ghost she controlled was nailed to the ground by Yang Jian.

While he was analyzing the situation, those ghost hunters who had come back to life cast doubtful and suspicious glances at Yang Jian.

“Make no mistake. It’s Yang Jian’s group. Damn it, when did he get here? Why didn’t we get any information sooner? What are those people outside doing, not reporting such a critical event?”

“Let’s watch and wait. It seems Yang Jian and his group aren’t intending to strike.”

“Ask Liu Baimu what we should do. Fight or not?”

“It looks like Liu Yue has gone missing. Where could she have gone? She was just here, but now she’s disappeared. Did she run away?”

Voices of various discussions could be heard.

More and more ghost hunters hurried over from the depths of the ancient mansion.

“Silence.”

With a stern shout, a young man with a head full of white hair leaped down from the third floor and landed steadily on the ground.

Liu Baimu?

His arrival immediately calmed the somewhat chaotic scene.

Clearly.

Here, this Liu Baimu was the leader, guiding and directing these people.

“Yang Jian, you shouldn’t have come here.” Liu Baimu stared at Yang Jian, with a hint of warning in his grave tone.

Yang Jian slightly raised his head, eyeing him for a moment: “Liu Baimu, you’ve already said that once. There’s no need to repeat yourself.”

Huh?

Liu Baimu’s pupils sharply constricted upon hearing those words.

As a clever man, he immediately extracted two critical pieces of information from Yang Jian’s words.

First, Yang Jian knew his name.

Second, I said these words myself.

But this is clearly the first formal meeting between Yang Jian and me; it’s impossible for Yang Jian to know me, and I couldn’t have said these words.

Could it be…

“Ha, hahaha.”

Liu Baimu suddenly burst into laughter, a chill in his laughter.

“I understand now, we had already fought half an hour ago, and the ancient house has reset. We are the ones who revived after the reset. It’s no wonder Liu Yue disappeared; she was nailed by your Coffin Nail and couldn’t reset with us, so she died.”

“Yang Jian, I never expected you actually won against us.”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth with a touch of grimness.

“But why, on what basis, did you few people win against us?”

Liu Baimu’s voice grew into a near roar towards the end.

However, his words completely stunned the others.

“What a joke, we’ve already fought Yang Jian once and lost?”

“The ancient house’s reset was triggered, Liu Baimu’s analysis is correct, Liu Yue has disappeared, but her ghost is still here, currently nailed down under Yang Jian’s feet, and it seems Yang Jian’s squad has fewer people… The newbie, Li Yang, isn’t here; he must have died in the previous fight.”

Zhang Qing, seated in his wheelchair, spoke calmly.

Everyone had seen the information on Yang Jian’s seven-person squad, and now that Li Yang was missing, they immediately noticed.

However, Li Yang wasn’t dead; he had just temporarily left during the previous fight.

“Yang Jian, did you really win against us half an hour ago? You won against so many of us?”

Liu Baimu asked again, not believing the outcome, confident in wiping out Yang Jian’s team and unable to believe that they were wiped out instead, paying the price of just one newbie Li Yang, while the rest were unscathed.

“The answer is already clear, isn’t it? You lost, and were killed to the last man by me. If it weren’t for the reset, you would now be corpses on the ground, and I’ve pretty much figured out your situation. Even if we did it again, the result would be the same. It would just be another death for you,” Yang Jian said coldly.

Liu Baimu narrowed his eyes, fixating on Yang Jian.

He guessed that half an hour ago, he must have taken the initiative and killed the other’s Li Yang first and then was defeated by Yang Jian’s Coffin Nail; otherwise, they couldn’t have lost so quickly.

The others probably couldn’t withstand the assault from Yang Jian’s squad.

As soon as these words came out, everyone else became panicked and unsettled.

After all, no one could remain calm knowing that they had been killed once half an hour ago.

Without having engaged in combat yet, everyone was already sounding the retreat in their hearts.

Fighting with Yang Jian’s squad, unwise.

This was what everyone was thinking.

If there was indeed a reset, the results from half an hour ago wouldn’t lie.

If we can’t beat them, that means we can’t beat them.

Trying again would yield the same result, and the chances of winning might even be slimmer.

Because Yang Jian already knew the strengths and abilities of us, while we have lost memory of the past half an hour and know nothing of the other side.

“If we reset once, you lose a teammate. Try again, and you’ll lose another. Even if you win, you can’t afford that price. How many resets can you withstand?” Liu Baimu spoke in a low voice, seemingly ready to take another gamble.

“Bang!”

Yang Jian slightly raised the fracturing spear in his hand and struck the ground.

The dull impact echoed in the silent ancient house.

“With the next wave of resets, whether or not the others survive, you, I can assure, will certainly disappear.”

Yang Jian spoke as if he was declaring a cruel fact.

Liu Baimu’s eyelids twitched suddenly.

Looking at the golden spear in Yang Jian’s hand, his heart did not doubt that Yang Jian could really make it happen.

Because Liu Yue had already died, she failed to reset and couldn’t be resurrected—If the next one nailed by that Coffin Nail was him, he would meet the same fate.

At this thought.

He couldn’t help but clench his fist, struggling inwardly.

At this moment, Liu Baimu surprisingly lost his nerve.

The previous confidence was gone, leaving him at a loss for what to do next.

Before the fight, he had full confidence in wiping out Yang Jian’s squad, but the reality after one reset told him that this confidence was blind, and the truth was that his own people had been wiped out.

But without the memory of that devastating loss, there was still some disbelief in his heart.

If he tried once more, with more caution, maybe he wouldn’t lose…

At this moment, Yang Jian wasn’t in a hurry to make a move, because it was only 5:40, still within the reset window of 6:00.

If the Pendulum Clock resets again at six o’clock, then these people would be killed in vain.

The best course of action is to drag out past the reset time of six o’clock.

But standing here wasting twenty minutes would be a foolish move.

Because the other party will surely react, even guessing his intent.

“Yang Jian, since we’ve already fought one bout, with both sides suffering losses, perhaps we should settle the matter of Xu Feng, Liao Fan, and others intruding into Dachang City in a different way. Continuing to fight won’t be good for anyone; you would lose teammates, and we would pay a price. After all, we are strangers, never having met before, and strictly speaking, there is no enmity or conflict of interest.”

“So, let’s negotiate. State your terms, and we can all put this behind us.”

Liu Baimu showed a varying expression and finally made some compromises and concessions, opting to negotiate.

He didn’t dare to bet that he could survive the next reset.

Having died once, lost once, fear had taken root in his heart.

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