I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 370 - 295: Spirit (Six) (Asking for Monthly Pass, Recommendations, and Support!!!)_2

Chapter 370: Chapter 295: Spirit (Six) (Asking for Monthly Pass, Recommendations, and Support!!!)_2

These fine hairs were long, and each one writhed about, moving in different directions as if every single hair were a separate living entity with its own trajectory.

At first glance, the sight was dense and squirming all over; anyone with a severe fear of clusters would likely faint on the spot at such a scene.

Zhang Xiaomo clutched her chest, seeming to be utterly disgusted as well.

But in just this brief moment, the massive shadow had completely approached the sofa, and after overlapping with it, the wooden sofa suddenly emitted a loud bang, as if its boards had snapped instantaneously.

Not only that, but the fabric on the surface of the sofa caved in, turning pitch black as if stained with venom, and with several more snaps, more boards splintered…

“Can we deal with this thing?” Yan Junze asked Zhang Xiaomo.

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Zhang Xiaomo didn’t hesitate and shook her head immediately, “I’ll hold it off, you guys leave first…”

Rewind!

Before she could finish, Yan Junze once again rewound time to one minute before.

In fact, had he been able to stop Zhao Qi’s imagination from manifesting on the spot, he wouldn’t have wasted energy on a Rewind since he had already been searching for a Space-Time Rift earlier; now his stored energy was not plentiful.

But the black shadow’s strangeness had no physical form yet could destroy the physical sofa with terrifying means; he had also guessed that Zhang Xiaomo was completely unable to deal with it.

After the Rewind, Zhang Xiaomo just noticed that the light at the room’s entrance was blocked by a wisp of shadow.

Yan Junze, without even looking, spoke to Zhao Qi, “Have you ever seen shadow puppetry?”

Zhao Qi was hugging his head, mired in gloom, his mind battling the bizarre ideas that kept surfacing.

Hearing Yan Junze’s question, he paused, then lifted his head.

“I’ve seen shadow puppetry, a very traditional and fun form of performance,” Yan Junze continued, “which is to cast the shadows of puppets with a light source, operated by people for the audience to enjoy…”

As he spoke, Yan Junze noticed that the shadow outside the door was getting smaller, shrinking to the point where it no longer blocked the light from outside.

At that moment, Zhao Qi pursed his lips into a smile, “I remember now, that’s shadow puppetry, I’ve seen it on TV before.”

After he spoke these words, the shadow outside the door disappeared completely.

Good, the shift of attention was successful once more.

Zhang Xiaomo withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Yan Junze, feeling somewhat incredulous.

If Yan Junze could deduce what Zhao Qi’s imagination would manifest next through that suddenly appearing shadow, he was practically prophetic.

And right now, that is exactly what Yan Junze was displaying.

Seeing Zhang Xiaomo staring intently at him, Yan Junze laughed and said, “Do you think that staring at me will make me feel embarrassed? Impossible.”

“Nonsense.” Zhang Xiaomo teased with a laugh.

Yan Junze suddenly said, “I need you to do something for me. Please pour out all the water in that teapot, not leaving a single drop.”

Zhang Xiaomo looked puzzled, but she still remembered the reminder from Yan Junze earlier and didn’t say a word, got up, picked up the half-full teapot on the table, went to the sink, and poured all the water down the drain.

As she poured out the tea, numerous tea leaves also spilled out, but among these leaves, Zhang Xiaomo saw a strand of hair.

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This strand of hair, like a small snake, was moving on its own, turning over the tea leaves, attempting to leave.

However, by that time, the tea had already been poured out, flushing down into the drain. Zhang Xiaomo then turned on the tap further, increasing the water flow. She saw the curious strand of hair tumble a few times, still unable to struggle free, and, along with the tea leaves, was washed away.

After setting down the now empty teapot, she returned to sit beside Yan Junze. He softly asked, “Did you pour it all out?”

Zhang Xiaomo, increasingly astounded, looked at Yan Junze anew and nodded, “Flushed it down the drain.”

Yan Junze said no more, extending his hand to hold the back of Zhang Xiaomo’s hand.

Zhang Xiaomo’s hand subconsciously prepared to withdraw, but it only twitched slightly before stopping still, letting Yan Junze hold it.

The back of her hand was very smooth, several times silkier than her palm, which was calloused from holding the knife.

The room fell into silence, creating a peculiar atmosphere between Zhang Xiaomo and Yan Junze, but for Zhao Qi, he was still struggling in agony.

Just then, Yan Junze suddenly let go of Zhang Xiaomo’s hand and said to Zhao Qi, “Without a source of fire, it’s impossible for a building to burn down. This house has just been abandoned for many years; there wouldn’t be any cases of a fire here, so there’s no chance of a woman and a child burned to death wandering around inside.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qi looked up, smiled at Yan Junze, and the thought that had just sprouted in his mind once again vanished. At this moment, he had developed a strong sense of dependence on Yan Junze, feeling as if the man before him was nothing short of a savior.

Because only this man could penetrate his inner world, directly reaching the depths of his heart to relieve those burdensome thoughts he couldn’t resist on his own.

Zhang Xiaomo gave Yan Junze a discreet thumbs-up, feeling that she had definitely found the right person this time.

Just about to speak, she saw the light at the doorway dim once more, and a familiar shadow blocked the entrance.

Yan Junze was puzzled and asked Zhao Qi, “The shadow by the door…”

Before he could finish, thump, thump, thump…

Knocking sounds came from outside the door, accompanied by a man’s voice, “Huaying Great Capital Exorcism Team, please open the door.”

The people inside were taken aback, and Yan Junze asked Zhang Xiaomo, “Did you call them?”

Zhang Xiaomo replied, “Before you came, I called my teacher in Huaying Great Capital. He said he’d look for solutions immediately, but it shouldn’t have been possible for them to send someone so quickly. Unless they were already nearby.”

“May I ask who you are…” Zhang Xiaomo stood up, walked to the door, but did not open it immediately.

The person outside said, “We can control this spirit; there’s no need to worry, please open the door.”

“Please say your name.” Zhang Xiaomo insisted.

There was silence from outside.

Yan Junze stood up at this moment as well, a sense of alertness rising within him.

Boom!

A powerful force suddenly exploded as if a small explosive device had been triggered outside the door. The powerful impact busted open the room’s door, breaking it off its hinges, and struck Zhang Xiaomo, who was completely unprepared.

Zhang Xiaomo was flung into the air and crashed onto the square table that held a teapot, shattering the table completely.

Yan Junze was also toppled by the force, landing seated on the sofa, while Zhao Qi, who was closer to the door, was pushed into a corner near the wall.

Zhang Xiaomo, who was hit head-on by the blast, was the most seriously injured.

Several men charged into the room. These men were dressed in black tracksuits and waved away the dust from the explosion. After glancing at Yan Junze, they quickly turned and walked towards Zhao Qi, who was cowering in the corner.

Following these men was another man in a trench coat, who stood at the doorway without entering, coldly surveying the chaos within the room.

Even though the man was wearing a duckbill cap with the brim pulled down low, Yan Junze, almost lying on the sofa, had a clear view from his angle.

He realized that the man in the trench coat was not from Huaying Great Capital; he had a distinct facial structure, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eyes, likely from the USA or Olay Great Capital.

“What the hell, who are these people?!”

Yan Junze turned to look at Zhang Xiaomo, who was lying on the ground, unconscious and bleeding profusely from her head, and a wave of nameless rage surged within him.

Rewind!

Time rewound.

Yan Junze released Zhang Xiaomo’s hand and whispered to her, “We are being watched. Draw your magnetic knife and from now on, ensure Zhao Qi’s safety. Leave the rest to me.”

Zhang Xiaomo was taken aback.

Yan Junze didn’t have time to explain and turned to Zhao Qi, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with his head buried in his hands, and said, “Keep up your imagination. Yes, people have died in this old house before, a mother and her child, and their deaths were gruesome! They are always wandering the stairwell and the corridor, and they will attack anyone trying to enter this old building. And right now, they are just outside in the hallway… Target acquired.”