I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 712 - 422 Reaper Blind Spot (Last day to ask for

Chapter 712: Chapter 422: Reaper Blind Spot (Last day to ask for monthly passes!)_2 Chapter 712: Chapter 422: Reaper Blind Spot (Last day to ask for monthly passes!)_2 Yan Junze shook his head.

“Herald is a well-known entrepreneur in Saint Gala City, and the reward he’s offering is very high this time. If we’re late in handling it, someone from the Half-Moon Exorcism Association will probably take care of it for him in the next day or two,”

Sandi didn’t give up, especially when mentioning “reward.” He even emphasized the term to ensure Yan Junze didn’t miss the important information.

Yan Junze still shook his head, “I don’t have much time left. I can’t stay in Saint Gala City forever. I might leave the day after tomorrow.”

With a look of regret on his face, Sandi spread his hands out and looked at Yan Junze’s feet, “But your foot injury hasn’t fully healed yet? You should at least rest for another week. During this time…”

Yan Junze cut him off with a smile, “I know you value the reward that this entrepreneur is offering, but sometimes this kind of money is not easy to earn.”

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He paused and then continued, “Based on your description, this strangeness seems to be related to dreams. In my experience, dream-related strangenesses are extremely dangerous and very difficult to deal with. So my advice to you is, it’s best not to get involved.”

Sandi looked at him with difficulty, clearly struggling internally.

To be honest, he had already accepted the job, thinking Yan Junze would be there with him.

Yan Junze thought for a moment and said, “If you really want to go, you can, but it’s best to take all your brothers with you. My suggestion for dealing with it is to have Mr. Herald let you use his master bed. Sleep on that bed, communicate with your brothers in advance, and if you show any abnormal reactions while asleep in reality, have the others wake you up immediately, even using a needle if necessary.”

“Will that work?” Sandi asked in surprise.

He himself actually had no experience in dealing with dream-related strangenesses, as the ones in dreams are a rather special category and basically hard to come across.

“It’s a last resort,” Yan Junze said with a shrug. “But I still suggest you’d better not take it because sometimes, I know, even if your friends prick you with a needle in those special dreams, you won’t wake up immediately. And if you do get targeted by a strangeness in the dream, believe me, you’ll regret your decision now.”

Sandi seemed to catch something in Yan Junze’s words and couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Steve, have you ever dealt with this type of strangeness before?”

Yan Junze nodded with a wry smile, “Let me tell you this, I was terrified whenever I was sleeping at that time, because it could appear in my dreams at any moment and possibly kill you.”

Sandi shuddered violently. If it was such a special form of strangeness, then what’s the point? He didn’t have the Half Moon Association’s advanced equipment to interfere with dreams.

He stuck out his tongue and shook his head, “Then I’ve decided not to go. It’s just…”

As he said this, he looked up at Yan Junze, “What a pity.”

Yan Junze knew that the pity Sandi referred to was the loss of the generous reward. He smiled and said, “As for the strangenesses in Saint Gala City, I’ve also heard about the Ghost Apartment recently. I’m curious, why haven’t you ever mentioned wanting to take care of it?”

Sandi replied with a bitter smile, “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just know that neither I nor you have the capability to do so.”

“Why?”

“There are three reasons why I don’t want to go to the Ghost Apartment,” Sandi said, holding up three fingers. “The first is that the place has already been taken over by the Half Moon Association. Even though it’s not guarded 24/7, the prohibition issued by the association is terrifying, and we don’t dare to violate it. The second reason is even if I was able to deal with the Ghost Apartment, the task offers no reward, and even if I wanted to do it, my brothers wouldn’t.”

“What’s the third reason?” Yan Junze asked.

“The third reason is that I’m aware of my own ability. In fact, the higher-ranked exorcists of the Half Moon Association have met with failure there, and I don’t think my strength would be any greater than theirs,” Sandi answered with self-awareness.

Yan Junze, however, thought to himself that if Sandi knew even the Reaper couldn’t directly eliminate Jacob, he’d probably categorize the Ghost Apartment as a place to never touch for the rest of his life.

“Mr. Steve, are you planning to leave Saint Gala City tomorrow or the day after?” Sandi said, “There’s a restaurant on the second floor of the hotel, and I’d like to offer you a banquet here to thank you for your help these past days.”

“I might leave tomorrow,” Yan Junze said with a smile, nodding his head without refusal.

After conversing for a while in the room, they headed for the restaurant on the second floor.

Yan Junze was the first to leave the room, and Sandi gently closed the door behind him, his gaze flickering as he watched Yan Junze’s departing figure.

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Mengen Fort State, Mengen City.

Half-Moon Exorcism Association building.

The Reaper Morrison, clad in a black overcoat, entered the building. Whenever someone from the Half Moon Association approached him, they would immediately move to the side upon seeing Morrison, waiting for him to pass before resuming their way.

Morrison paid no attention to these people. As for the respect others showed him, he had grown accustomed to it.

Within the association building, there were few people he truly esteemed, and they definitely did not include the president and vice president of the association.

Just as he thought about the vice president, Vice President Charles emerged from the elevator.

Upon seeing Morrison, Charles immediately showed a look of delight and gestured for Morrison to go to the stairwell to talk.

Morrison felt a bit impatient but still nodded and followed.

As soon as they were in the stairwell, Charles’ followers immediately stood guard at the door, preventing anyone else from approaching.

“What’s up?” Charles didn’t waste any words, simply asking in a concerned, hushed voice.

Morrison gave a slight nod, “I just returned from Klargon Castle and Ruisen Island. As you commanded, Vice President, preparations for my avatar projection at both locations have been completed. If anyone triggers the mechanism, I will sense it immediately and release the projection there.”

While speaking, he intentionally emphasized the words “Vice President” and “commanded,” clearly expressing his dissatisfaction with Charles.

Charles, not being a fool, caught on immediately.

He responded with an unfazed smile, “You’ve been working hard, Morrison! I just had a video call with Mr. Landon Walker, and told him how you’ve been traveling around the world these past few days dealing with special strangenesses. He was very satisfied with your performance.”

Upon hearing the name “Landon,” Morrison suddenly revealed a sincere smile, “Please tell Mr. Walker that I will do my best to serve at the altar, and he can tell me directly if there are any issues.”

“I will,” Charles nodded, “You must be tired, go get some rest.”

Morrison didn’t say anything, simply gave a smile as a gesture, and left the stairwell. At that moment, the elevator door was being held open for him by Charles’ attendant, who had already pressed the button and blocked the door with his hand, waiting for Morrison to enter.

Morrison stepped into the elevator silently and pressed the button for the fifth basement floor.

After the elevator doors closed, his expression slowly turned cold and indifferent, muttering to himself, “To use Mr. Landon as a warning, that shameless bastard Charles!”

Soon after the elevator reached its destination, he stepped out and entered the area reserved for Reapers, heading toward the metal room marked with the number “3.”

On his way, Morrison glanced at the tightly shut room number 2, detecting no one inside, which meant that the other Reaper hadn’t returned yet.

As for room number 1, he didn’t even look in that direction. Because room number 1 belonged to Landon Walker, a man Morrison himself held in the highest regard.

Just as he stepped into his own room, Morrison suddenly paused.

He turned around in surprise and quietly sensed his surroundings, his brow furrowing tightly.

For about four or five minutes, he remained still.

“What’s going on?”

Morrison suddenly spoke up, murmuring to himself, “Why would I sense my… Reaper Blind Spot?”

In his consciousness at that moment was a vast mirror image of a magnetic field. It was not real but rather a virtual image naturally formed in the mind after gaining a certain level of control over the magnetic field.

And at that moment, within this magnetic field’s mirror image, a vast virtual grid contained a tiny red dot that was flashing on and off at an intersection of the grid, blinking in and out and seeming to move slightly.

Morrison was well aware that the location indicated by this red dot was in Saint Gala City, located in the same Mengen Fort State.

Moreover, judging by various signs fed back from this Reaper Blind Spot, it was indeed one that he had planted.

But no matter how hard he thought, Morrison just couldn’t recall when he had planted this Reaper Blind Spot.