He's already been sent for ergency treatnt, but judging by the current situation, he's beyond saving—the machines are just keeping him breathing, that's all.
Wen Yan watched the video several tis, then checked the related records—so people said his shoes were slippery, others said there shouldn't have been water on the ground, and so on.
Anyway, the guy's pretty much gone.
Wen Yan looked it over and figured it out: one more thing that can't be restored by ti-rewind can be added to the list.
The Fate Igniter's burning qi luck.
Last ti, he saved Luo Liang, pulling him back from certain death. That alone probably burned up most of the already scant qi luck the guy had left.
This ti, even with a rewind, the exhausted qi luck can't be restored—his ti is up.
When a Fate Igniter's qi luck is burned out, things like tripping and snapping your neck, or a sprained ankle causing a fatal blood clot, all count as normal.
Wen Yan shut off the video. Now it was certain: as for Little Mustache's anchors, only that Li Ming was left.
In the long run, Li Ming was definitely more suitable as an anchor—he could last a very, very long ti.
And with Little Mustache as backup, pushing Li Ming to keep advancing, it really was the best choice.
But in the short term, the Fate Igniter made a better anchor, because he'd always escape death, no matter how bad things got.
Even if Wen Yan felt that Luo Liang deserved to die, when he saw Luo Liang getting silenced for real, he'd still choose to save him. It all made perfect sense.
Wen Yan thought it over for a long ti—he still felt he couldn't wait any longer.
Little Mustache was right at the transition point for switching anchors, and this anchor was still weak.
If this anchor kept snowballing, getting stronger with each iteration, sooner or later the Old Celestial Master himself would have to co and kill the guy.
After thinking it through, he decided there was no more ti to lose.
Luo Liang was dead, and the situation with the player in their second run was urgent. It would be very easy to reasonably detain that second-run player without killing him.
But if you hold him, and don't alert Little Mustache, making it look perfectly reasonable and leaving no need to rewind—there's no such scenario.
The Fierce Ghost possessed by the second-run player not getting killed in the first place was already out of the ordinary.
He t with Little Mustache once and found that ever since the Old Celestial Master casually killed him last ti, the guy had been highly vigilant.
Wen Yan took a quiet breath and made up his mind—he'd take action tonight.
But if he was going to do it, he'd need to be thoroughly prepared.
He called Feng Yao.
"That sniper you once deployed at the Nanwu County Scorching Sun Departnt—is he still around?
I didn't see any record of him in the files."
"Yeah, what are you planning?"
"Before dark today, can you get that big shot to Guanzhong County? To Chencang State."
"No problem."
"That guy is a hundred percent reliable, right?"
Feng Yao paused, then replied,
"Yeah. Within range, he's never missed a shot due to user error."
Wen Yan hung up, not asking any more questions.
With his level of authority, not finding any trace of this person already felt off to him.
He didn't use the Black Box to check, just asked Feng Yao directly.
That sniper had left a deep impression on him—never missed, hit whatever he aid at, and his sense of timing was freakishly sharp.
He still rembered what Feng Yao said back then: inside six hundred ters, never a single miss.
His guess was, the guy had maxed out accuracy but hadn't invested much in range as a Professional.
Having called soone in, Wen Yan thought hard and finally rembered soone he'd overlooked.
He took out his phone and ssaged Li Linlin, telling her to co over, and to bring a few orders of rice noodle rolls.
Crashing at Misha's place and living as a deadbeat, Li Linlin jumped off the couch the mont she saw the ssage.
"Finally, it's here!"
"What's got you so excited?"
"I can finally go out in the open! Your boss's boss finally rembered !"
Li Linlin quickly got changed, then called downstairs to the rice noodle shop and ordered several portions, every flavor on the nu.
Then she grabbed a cab and sped over to Wen Yan's place.
After a simple breakfast together, the Steward made tea. Wen Yan spoke privately with Li Linlin.
"Let ask again—besides what you showed last ti, what else can your ability do?"
"Uh..." Li Linlin scratched her head. "I'm really not capable of much—any precise operations are beyond . I can't calculate the right variables instantly."
"No need to overthink it. I've seen your grades." Wen Yan reconsidered and asked, "If you had to lock down a spatial zone to block people from escaping with spatial wondrous items, can you do that?"
With Wen Yan putting it that way, Li Linlin felt a little guilty—truthfully, this was what she was best at.
If she had to instantly crunch complex equations to generate exact numbers, then use her Professional Ability accordingly—that was beyond her.
But if all she had to do was stabilize an area of space, that she could absolutely handle.
Back then, she'd been taken along for an op to seal off a space, but in the end, the lockdown failed.
It wasn't just that the other person's ability was stronger—she also sandbagged it, afraid that if she perford too well, she'd get held back for reasons and never be allowed to leave.
Fortunately, after several consecutive failures and that abysmal physics transcript, the others decided she was just a useless, hard-to-deal-with burden—and sent her back as an undercover.
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