The brilliance of a two-pronged operation lay not in two groups fighting ghosts, but in how two seemingly unrelated operations could support each other.
The ten of them had split into groups of three and seven, one dealing with the ghost, the other investigating the case. They seemed to be pursuing entirely separate paths, yet each could influence and constrain the other.
By locking down the Root Ghost, Ji Li had effectively pulled out the killer's most vicious, violent fang.
The operation here had bought Wei Guang precious time, giving his group a chance to uncover the full story of the case.
And Wei Guang had delivered. Not only had he broken the Water Generates Wood barrier, but more importantly, he had seized upon the key to the case—Cheng Xiaoming had appeared.
Likewise, Wei Guang's success had provided Ji Li with tremendous help, albeit in an intangible way.
The Root Ghost's failure to kill Ji Li had given Wei Guang an opening, while Wei Guang's relentless progress had made the Root Ghost increasingly desperate to kill.
Human or ghost, once forced onto the back foot, that was when mistakes began.
And the Root Ghost had made a grave mistake. It had ignored the Gold Generates Water Barrier and tried to kill Ji Li head-on.
But once it failed to kill him instantly, it would sink into the talisman's mire, steadily worn away and unable to extricate itself.
There was much to say about it, but the success of this two-pronged operation had rested on just one thing—Ji Li could not die.
He had managed that, making his victory inevitable.
"Manager, he survived. The ghost slipped away."
With his Taoist robe worn backward like a nightgown, Huang Banxian crouched beneath the windowsill, cupping the phone's microphone in a rather furtive