Holding Zhao Kaiming's satellite positioning phone, Yang Jian's expression was especially grim.
Just moments ago, he had clearly been about to succeed. No, he would definitely have succeeded. He had only been one final step away. The source ghost had failed to kill him, and he had endured that wave of attacks. Victory had been within reach. Yet in the blink of an eye, things had turned out like this—the ghost had vanished.
He had returned to forty minutes earlier.
Everything had started over.
"No, that's impossible. How could a ghost possibly do something like this?" Yang Jian slammed his palm against the lectern. Even now, he could not believe the outcome.
The sturdy lectern shattered at once, sending dust flying.
Yet even that could not vent the fury in his heart.
"What happened over there? Did something change during the operation? You looked like you were about to win."
At that moment, Wang Xiaoming's voice came through his satellite positioning phone.
They had been monitoring the operation from the other side the entire time.
Yang Jian's face was exceptionally grim. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he said, "Things have gone beyond anything either of us imagined. The plan had been progressing smoothly, but an unbelievable accident happened. Just when I was about to succeed, my vision blurred, and I was sent straight back forty minutes. Time here was reset by the evil ghost. It probably realized it was in danger and used this impossible method to escape."
"But my memories weren't reset. In other words, the plan that had nearly succeeded just now can't be used a second time. That evil ghost will definitely be on guard."
Wang Xiaoming fell silent.
Even the temporary command center outside Dachang City fell silent.
Everyone had been closely watching Yang Jian's