The staff around Fang Xiu immediately reacted, taking out their guns and pointing them at him. It seemed that they would shoot him at the slightest movement.

The spiritualists sitting at the conference table also stared at him, their eyes showing curiosity or vigilance.

A faint spiritual pressure fell on him.

"Fang Xiu! Do you know what the crime is for attacking staff at the Investigation Bureau? What do you want to do? Or rather, who are you?" Wang Dehai's face darkened as he questioned.

In the face of Wang Dehai's questioning and the spiritual pressure from the spiritualists, Fang Xiu ignored them and calmly turned his gaze to Yang Ming, who was smoking in the corner.

Suddenly, he calmly spoke, "Do you want to resurrect Bai Qi?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ming's smoking stopped abruptly. His lifeless eyes suddenly became terrifying, like a fierce tiger coming down from the mountain, staring at Fang Xiu fiercely.

He slowly stood up, his face dark, and an invisible momentum was brewing on him, like the calm before a storm, so oppressive and heavy.

Snap.

He threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and kicked it.

After doing all this, he strode steadily towards Fang Xiu and stopped in front of him.

Looking at Fang Xiu's calm face, he spoke slowly and emphatically, "No matter who you are or where you come from, don't joke around with dead people, otherwise someone will die."

Invisible pressure like a tide fell on Fang Xiu's body. This pressure from Yang Ming alone was far greater than that of all the spiritualists present.

Other spiritualists couldn't help but change their colors slightly at this moment.

Is this the power of a third-stage spiritualist?

But in the face of this immense pressure, Fang Xiu's expression remained unchanged. He had experienced the strange baptism of the sky above, and this pressure was nothing to him.

He calmly faced Yang Ming's gaze and said lightly, "You just need to answer whether you want to or not."

In his calm words, there seemed to be an undeniable power.

Seeing this scene, the people present were surprised.

Facing a third-stage spiritualist, yet speaking with such confidence, who exactly was this person named Fang Xiu?

"Fang Xiu, what nonsense are you talking about? Quickly arrest him for me!" Wang Dehai no longer believed in Fang Xiu, suspecting that there was some mysterious organization behind him, plotting some undisclosed conspiracy.

Just as the surrounding staff were about to take action, Yang Ming raised his hand to stop them.

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"Can you really bring Xiao Bai back to life?" Yang Ming asked, feeling like he was going crazy after asking such a question. It was an ironclad rule that the dead could not be brought back to life.

Even if this person in front of him had the ability to resurrect the dead, how could he bring Xiao Bai back when his body had been eaten by some mysterious creature?

He didn't know why he asked such a stupid question, but as he gazed into Fang Hui's calm eyes, he had a faint intuition that what Fang Hui said might be true.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Fang Hui's mouth.

"I can't bring the dead back to life, but I can go back in time and change the future."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd erupted into commotion, feeling like it was a complete fantasy.

Going back in time and changing the future was even more exaggerated than bringing the dead back to life.

No one believed Fang Hui's words, but Yang Ming still stubbornly asked, "What do we need to do?"

Fang Hui didn't answer, but instead asked, "Where were you when Bai Qi died?"

Yang Ming thought for a moment, "I was following the lead on the person who was selling heads. I was in the mountainous area near Qingbei Town, but I didn't enter the town because the lead was inaccurate."

As he spoke, he unconsciously clenched his fists and his face was filled with self-blame.

"If I had found out earlier and entered Qingbei Town sooner, maybe he wouldn't have died."

"Very good, that's enough. Now give me your phone number," Fang Hui said.

"My phone number?" Yang Ming was suddenly confused, unable to keep up with Fang Hui's train of thought. They were just talking about bringing the dead back to life, why was he suddenly asking for a phone number?

"Yes, all you need to do now is give me your phone number and tell me a secret."

"What secret?" Yang Ming became more and more confused.

"A secret that will make you believe me. I will call you before Bai Qi's accident and ask you to save him. So, I need a secret that will make you believe me."

Hearing this, Yang Ming's eyes widened involuntarily. He felt like this was all too surreal, as if Fang Hui was speaking in some kind of fantasy world.

"Call me back and tell me what secret you need," Yang Ming said after a moment's hesitation.

"Okay." Fang Hui nodded and turned to leave.

Is there really such a perverse ability in the world? Even if there is, it would probably require a fifth-order spirit master to use, right? How is that possible?

Even if Yang Ming wanted to resurrect Bai Qi so badly, he found it difficult to convince himself to believe in Fang Xiu's words.

Not only him, but the spirit masters present also felt the same way. They were all skeptical, wondering how Fang Xiu could be so exceptional among them, who were all spirit masters.

Reversing the future and going back to the past?

Is he even a spirit master? He must be a god-level master!

But only one person felt a surge of emotions in her heart: Shen Lingxue.

It was because she suddenly remembered the question Fang Xiu had answered when they were doing the mind pollution test.

"I have crossed time and space countless times, witnessed death and rebirth, and experienced infinite possibilities. For me, the future is merely a toy that can be observed and changed at will."

She suddenly understood why Fang Xiu didn't just answer whether he could predict the future but instead said such words. It was highly likely that he was not just showing off, but using another way to express his ability - going back to the past and changing the future!

Looking at Yang Ming, who was full of doubt, Fang Xiu smiled slightly and said, "There's no harm in trying."

Yang Ming was convinced by Fang Xiu's words. It was true, what harm could it do to try? He didn't think that Fang Xiu could harm him with just a phone number and an irrelevant secret.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming slowly said, "138."

He only said it once, but Fang Xiu remembered it firmly in his mind.

Then, Yang Ming thought for a moment and finally said, "I'll tell you a secret that only I know about Xiaobai. Originally, before the competition to choose the team captain, it wasn't because Xiaobai had eaten something bad and had diarrhea during the competition. It was actually because I had given him laxatives beforehand, but because my ability is luck, no one has ever suspected me."

Silence!

A strange silence!

Everyone present stared at Yang Ming in shock, as if they were seeing him for the first time.

They never thought that the once honest and upright Yang team captain would do such an evil thing in secret. This was just too surprising.