I Can Return to the Past and Rewrite the Future

The staff around Fang Xiu reacted immediately, drawing their guns and aiming at him, ready to fire at the slightest suspicious movement.

The Spirit Tamers seated around the conference table also watched him intently, their eyes revealing curiosity or wariness.

Faint traces of Spirituality pressure settled over him.

"Fang Xiu! Do you know what crime it is to assault a staff member inside the Investigation Bureau? What exactly are you trying to do? Or rather, who exactly are you?" Wang Dehai demanded, his expression dark.

Faced with Wang Dehai's interrogation and the pressure from the Spirit Tamers, Fang Xiu ignored them entirely. Instead, he calmly turned his gaze toward Yang Ming, who was smoking in the corner.

Suddenly, he spoke in an even voice. "Do you want Bai Qi back alive?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Yang Ming stopped smoking. His lifeless eyes instantly became terrifying, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountains, and fixed on Fang Xiu.

He slowly rose to his feet, his expression grim. An invisible force gathered around him, as oppressive and heavy as the calm before a storm.

Tap.

He dropped his cigarette onto the floor, then raised his foot and ground it out.

Only then did he walk steadily toward Fang Xiu and stop before him.

Looking at the calm-faced Fang Xiu before him, he said, emphasizing every word, "No matter who you are or where you come from, don't joke about the dead. Otherwise... someone will die."

An enormous, invisible pressure washed over Fang Xiu like a tide. The pressure from Yang Ming alone far surpassed that of every other Spirit Tamer present combined.

Even the other Spirit Tamers' expressions shifted slightly.

Was this the power of a Third-Tier Spirit Tamer?

Yet Fang Xiu's expression remained unchanged under that immense pressure. Having endured the Ghosts Above the Firmament, he found this little pressure utterly insignificant.

He calmly met Yang Ming's gaze and said evenly, "You only need to answer yes or no."

His calm words seemed to carry an authority that brooked no argument.

Everyone present was startled by the sight.

Who exactly was this Fang Xiu, to speak with such confidence before a Third-Tier Spirit Tamer?

Yang Ming stared into Fang Xiu's calm eyes, as though trying to uncover something within them. But all he could see was a bottomless stillness.

"Fang Xiu, what nonsense are you spouting? Arrest him now!" Wang Dehai had completely lost faith in Fang Xiu by this point. He strongly suspected that some mysterious organization stood behind him, plotting something sinister.

But just as the surrounding staff were about to move, Yang Ming raised a hand to stop them.

"Can you really bring Little Bai back?"

After asking that question, Yang Ming felt as though he had gone mad. The dead could not return to life. That was an ironclad law.

Even if the man before him had the power to resurrect the dead, Bai Qi's body had already been eaten by a Ghost. How could he possibly be brought back?

He did not know why he had asked such a foolish question either. Yet as he looked into Fang Xiu's calm eyes, a faint intuition stirred within him: Fang Xiu might be telling the truth.

The corners of Fang Xiu's lips curved slightly upward.

"I can't resurrect the dead, but... I can return to the past and rewrite the future."

An uproar erupted at those words. Everyone felt as though they were listening to pure fantasy.

Returning to the past and rewriting the future was even more outrageous than resurrecting the dead.

Not a single person present believed Fang Xiu, yet Yang Ming stubbornly asked, "What do we need to do?"

Rather than answer, Fang Xiu asked a question of his own. "Where were you when Bai Qi died?"

Yang Ming thought for a moment. "I'd tracked down a lead on the Head Ghost and was in the mountains near Qingbei Town. But the lead was off, so I didn't enter Qingbei Town."

At that, he unconsciously clenched his fists, his face full of self-reproach.

"If I'd discovered it sooner and entered Qingbei Town earlier, maybe he wouldn't have died."

"Good. That's enough. Now give me your phone number."

"My phone number?" Yang Ming froze, completely unable to follow Fang Xiu's leaps in thought. They had been talking about bringing the dead back to life. Why was he suddenly asking for his phone number?

"That's right. All you need to do now is give me your phone number, then tell me a secret."

"What secret?" Yang Ming grew more confused with every word.

"A secret that will make you believe me," Fang Xiu said calmly. "Next, I'll return to the past and call you before anything happens to Bai Qi, telling you to save him. So I need a secret that will convince you to trust me."

Hearing this, Yang Ming's eyes widened involuntarily. It was utterly inconceivable, as though Fang Xiu were telling him some supernatural tall tale.

Return to the past and call me?

Could such an absurdly powerful ability really exist? Even if it did, surely only a fifth-tier Spirit Tamer could use it? How was this possible?

No matter how desperately Yang Ming wanted Bai Qi back, he could hardly convince himself to believe Fang Xiu.

He was not alone. The other Spirit Tamers present felt the same, refusing to believe a word. We're all Spirit Tamers, so how come you're so special?

Rewrite the future and return to the past?

Are you even a Spirit Tamer anymore? You're a god tamer!

Yet there was one person whose heart was swept by a raging storm.

That person was Shen Lingxue.

She had suddenly recalled what Fang Xiu had said while taking the mental contamination assessment.

"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 plaything I can observe and alter at will."

She suddenly began to understand why Fang Xiu had not directly answered whether he possessed Future Prediction, but had instead given that statement. Perhaps he had not been showing off at all. He had been describing his ability in another way-returning to the past and rewriting the future!

Seeing the doubt on Yang Ming's face, Fang Xiu smiled faintly. "There's nothing to lose by trying."

Yang Ming was immediately persuaded. That was true. Even if they tried and failed, what would he lose?

He did not think Fang Xiu could harm him with nothing more than a phone number and an inconsequential secret.

Phew.

He took a deep breath and slowly said, "138********."

He recited it only once, and Fang Xiu heard it only once, yet the number became firmly etched in his mind.

Then Yang Ming considered for a moment before finally saying slowly, "I'll tell you a secret only I know. It's about Little Bai. I originally planned to take it to my grave, because I was afraid he'd come after me if he found out. But now that he's gone, there's no harm in telling you."

"The secret is... back when we held the competition to choose the captain, Little Bai didn't get diarrhea during the match because he'd eaten something bad. I slipped him a laxative beforehand. But because my ability is luck, no one ever suspected me."

Silence!

An eerie silence!

Everyone present stared at Yang Ming, dumbstruck, as though seeing him for the first time.

They had never imagined that Captain Yang, with his thick brows, big eyes, and honest-looking face, would do something so wicked behind their backs. That... that was downright rotten.