I can rewind time to prevent death

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"Damn, it came straight out from under the bed!"

Yan Junze dared not even breathe heavily as he stared blankly at the quilt bulging into a curved human shape.

From within the quilt, Resentful Granny's voice came out intermittently, just like when that comb had pierced her heart, constantly venting the pain of her body and the bitterness of her heart.

Fortunately, her entire form was still covered by the quilt, and she hadn't flipped it open.

Yan Junze slowly turned and pulled open the first drawer on the left side of his desk, being extremely cautious as he did so.

He slowed his breathing, one hand pulling the drawer while the other applied strength, trying to lift the drawer slightly to avoid making noise as it came out.

It went smoothly, and the drawer was pulled out without making any sound.

Inside were several yellowed wall calendars, probably from four or five years ago, some of the pages already worn out.

Yan Junze very carefully closed the drawer because otherwise, he wouldn't be able to open the second one.

Turning his head to look, Resentful Granny was still curled up under the quilt, her hoarse voice continuing to emit intermittently.

She hadn't been disturbed.

Yan Junze let out a slight sigh of relief, turned his head back, and repeated the maneuver to open the second drawer.

Luck was with him, as the moment the drawer opened, he saw a pack of red candles.

These candles were not slender, but the ordinary thickness used for illumination when the power went out at home.

Upon a cursory glance, there were about seven or eight left. Would that be enough for Lü Qiang and Wang Qin to consume?

Yan Junze gently grasped them, but the transparent plastic bag wrapping the candles inadvertently made a sound, and he instantly felt his heart rise to his throat.

He stood still, holding the bag, not daring to move.

After waiting a moment and being sure there was no sound, he slowly withdrew the hand holding the candle bag.

Wait a second, no sound?!

The voice of Resentful Granny crying out in pain seemed to have stopped long ago.

Only then did Yan Junze suddenly realize, and he quickly turned his head.

He saw that a corner of the quilt on the bed had been flipped open, and Resentful Granny's dry, waxen head was sticking out, staring unblinkingly at his back, silently watching with no expression.

Yan Junze's head buzzed, and he felt instantly numb in his hands and feet.

He clenched the plastic bag of candles tightly and, despite his legs going numb, used his arm to prop himself up against the edge of the desk and stood up.

Throughout this process, Resentful Granny's gaze shifted slightly upwards to follow him, still watching him silently and intently.

The terrifying gaze was like a sharp knife piercing through Yan Junze's body, the cool blade clinging to his skin, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Under Resentful Granny's gaze, Yan Junze turned with difficulty and was about to take a step to leave the place.

"My… comb?" Resentful Granny suddenly said.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yan Junze dared not move anymore and looked up at her, then squeezed out the most awkward smile of his life, "Granny Ren, don't you remember me? I was the one who pulled the comb out of your chest for you! And remember, I combed your hair, too!"

Resentful Granny sat up from the bed, her expression blank, still staring at Yan Junze, "Where is my comb?"

"That comb should be with the safety officer. I was the one who called him for you, and I notified Yu Xiaochang, your favorite grandson, to come to see you. Don't you remember?"

As Yan Junze spoke, he moved, gradually getting closer to the bedroom door.

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There was no other way; speaking kindly was the best choice now, considering he had never offended Granny Ren before—in fact, he had even helped her.

Although the old woman had become more terrifying now, there was no reason for her not to remember past kindness!

As expected, Resentful Granny didn't ask about the comb anymore. She just sat on the bed, her gaze following Yan Junze as he moved.

When he reached the bedroom door, Yan Junze grabbed the doorknob, turned his head, squeezed out the second ugliest smile of his life for Resentful Granny, then twisted the door open and slipped out.

This suggested that even if the Evil Spirit had become more terrifying, it still held onto old attachments.

Of course, Yan Junze didn't think that what he was about to do next would make Resentful Granny spare him because of any sentimental old ties.

It was even possible that at any second, the old woman would regret why she hadn't just attacked him directly in the bedroom moments before.

In the living room, Huang Chen and the other two were holding hands, seated properly on one side of the sofa, still in their defensive stance against intrusion.

After Yan Junze left the bedroom, Huang Chen didn't speak but watched him vigilantly.

The voice of Resentful Granny had come from the bedroom just before, and everyone had heard it. Since Yan Junze was inside at that moment, Huang Chen had every reason to believe that Yan Junze might have been possessed by Resentful Granny's Spirit-Splitting.

At this moment, nobody dared to believe that the person before them was still Yan Junze himself.

But Yan Junze ignored them and briskly crossed the living room, heading toward the closed bathroom door. He twisted the knob, walked in holding the plastic bag containing the candles.

Behind him, the master bedroom door wasn't closed, and soon after, the sound of tiptoeing footsteps followed.

Huang Chen and the others shifted their gaze and saw Resentful Granny appear at the bedroom doorway.

He immediately lowered his voice, saying to Lü Xin and Lü Jiayan, "Don't look at her! Don't talk to her!"

In the bathroom.

Yan Junze immediately spotted Lü Qiang and Wang Qin, crouching in the corner, shivering with fear.

This time he didn't shout but instead went straight up to them, gripped their eerily cold shoulders, and handed over the bag of candles, "If you want to save your daughter, eat them now."

Lü Qiang was startled for a moment, but upon seeing the candles, his tongue seemed to stretch out instinctively. As a newly born strangeness, he seemed to have no aversion to the idea of eating candles.

"Eat quickly."

Yan Junze dropped the candles, returned to the bathroom doorway, and peered out into the living room.

He noticed that Resentful Granny had already moved next to the sofa, exactly as before the Rewind, bending her waist at an implausible angle, tilting her head as she made eye contact with the bowed-head Lü Jiayan.

The latter, trembling with fear, had her eyes tightly shut.

"It might be too late."

Yan Junze immediately went back, pulled up Lü Qiang and Wang Qin who were eating the candles.

As strangenesses, Lü Qiang and Wang Qin were almost weightless, which made it easy for him to drag the couple out of the bathroom and into the living room.

At that moment, Lü Qiang's mouth was stuffed full with blood-red candles, as if starved, chewing carelessly. Wang Qin, though eating more gracefully, had also consumed one and a half candles already.

Hearing the commotion, Huang Chen looked over in surprise, and Lü Xin turned his head as well.

Lü Jiayan, who had kept her eyes shut, opened them in this moment, her gaze following suit. She was shaken, almost letting go of Huang Chen and Lü Xin's hands.

"Dad! Mom!"

A cry escaped her lips, and Lü Jiayan felt as if she had fallen into a dream. She saw her parents come back to life, squatting in front of her, eating something.

Then she noticed what her parents were eating… it was candles. They were swallowing mouthfuls, lips smeared with red wax, a desperate picture of voracious hunger.

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