I can rewind time to prevent death

Seeing that Zhang Xiaomo stopped talking, Su Muyao gave her a peculiar look and, without speaking further, turned and clattered up the stairs.

Yan Junze stared at Zhang Xiaomo, and she put down her bowl and chopsticks and walked out of the door.

Yan Junze also set down his unfinished glass noodles and came outside.

The two walked in front of the next-door room, exchanged glances, then looked at the room where Lin Dong lived.

It was a large self-built bungalow. At the moment, the door was tightly shut, and the curtains in the windows were drawn, so it was impossible to see inside clearly.

"Do you think there's something strange?" Yan Junze couldn't help but say, "The landlord could have gone out early."

"Not necessarily." Zhang Xiaomo walked to the door. The magnetic knife strapped to her waist bounced with her steps, ready to be grabbed at any moment.

When she reached the door, she hesitated briefly, then reached out her right hand and touched the tightly closed door.

Suddenly, the door loosened and slowly swung open, revealing the dim interior where the furnishings were not immediately discernible.

"The door was open?" Yan Junze said in surprise, taking two steps forward.

Zhang Xiaomo didn't move; standing at the door, she scanned the room with her eyes, grabbed the doorknob but didn't go in. Instead, she loudly shut the door.

"Why not go in and take a look?" Yan Junze asked.

"Strangenesses come in two types, active and passive," Zhang Xiaomo began. "If Granny Ren has already arrived, me entering this room now would result in her passively interfering, which would be to my disadvantage."

Turning her head back, Zhang Xiaomo turned and walked away: "Whether Lin Dong is in trouble or not, we cannot enter the room at this moment."

The two returned to their rental property.

Yan Junze asked worriedly, "So, did Granny Ren come or not? Is Lin Dong in trouble or not?"

"I can't be sure," Zhang Xiaomo shook her head. "I need to protect you; I can't let you stay outside alone, and I can't let you come in and take risks with me. Let's wait a bit longer."

Yan Junze went back inside and sat on his bed, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaomo started washing the dishes, pouring some hot water and dishwashing liquid into the bowl she'd finished eating from.

Soon after, the light footsteps upstairs sounded again, and Su Muyao ran down and stood at the door, peering into the first-floor room.

"Is something the matter?" Zhang Xiaomo asked.

"I need Yan's help with something," Su Muyao said. "I'm doing a big clean, but the mop head has come off, and I can't twist it tight enough."

"He's got a cramp in his foot. You can bring it down; I'll help you twist it on," Zhang Xiaomo quickly replied without thinking.

Su Muyao looked helplessly at the room, not seeing Yan Junze's figure.

Of course, twisting the mop head was just one thing; she actually wanted to find an excuse to have Yan Junze upstairs to also help move the couch for her because there had been a foul smell emanating from under it last night.

There might be a dead rat decaying underneath, which made Su Muyao feel disgusted.

But there was no choice; this place was crawling with mice, cockroaches, and other vermin.

Planning to tell the truth, Su Muyao said, "I also want him to help me lift the couch. There seems to be something underneath giving off a bad smell. I want to move the couch and then clean that area."

"Yan's hand joints are disabled at level three; he can't lift heavy things, sorry." Zhang Xiaomo said again.

Su Muyao was completely speechless and turned to go back upstairs, visibly annoyed.

Yan Junze came out of the inner room with a look of grievance and said to Zhang Xiaomo, "I was only in there for a moment, and you've made me out to be severely disabled. Lifting something is just a piece of cake, right?"

"You can't leave my protection range."

"You could also come up and help with me."

"I don't want to create unnecessary complications."

"But your reasoning is also..."

"I can't lie; sorry for making it seem like you got hurt," Zhang Xiaomo said, managing a smile.

After a whole day, Yan Junze felt that Zhang Xiaomo was watching him even more closely than the past two days.

She hadn't let him leave the house all day, and her gaze was constantly vigilant; she even ignored the greeting from Lin Ling, the male tenant upstairs, when he returned from work.

It wasn't even dark yet, and the two of them had already closed the door to the outer room quite early.

Zhang Xiaomo returned to the inner room, sat on the bed, and prepared to start her daily phone browsing session.

Yan Junze felt thirsty and went to the outer room to pour himself a glass of water. Holding the cup, he was about to drink.

Suddenly, he noticed a person standing outside the window, a man's silhouette.

He was motionless between the window and the doorway.

Yan Junze walked up to the window, took a sip of water, and glanced outside towards the door to confirm that the person standing there was their landlord, Lin Dong, whom they hadn't seen all day.

It was now dusk, the sky was getting darker, but Yan Junze could still recognize Lin Dong's figure.

This guy just stood at the door, motionless for a while, like a paper-mache dummy.

As Yan Junze began to feel uneasy, there was a knock at the door.

Lin Dong was knocking.

Yan Junze, still holding his glass of water, turned and walked into the inner room, saying to Zhang Xiaomo, "Given the situation right now, should I not open the door, not open the door, or not open the door?"

Zhang Xiaomo had also heard the knocking and let out a laugh, but she quickly suppressed it and stood up to go to the outer room, with Yan Junze following behind her.

Approaching the window, they could still see Lin Dong's figure outside the door.

After a few knocks, the man had no more movements; he just stood there straight and stiff. Was he contemplating life?

"He's been Spirit-Splitted."

Zhang Xiaomo turned away from the door, and Yan Junze followed, asking, "How do you know?"

"Experience," Zhang Xiaomo answered.

"What do we do now?" Yan Junze went into the inner room, placed the glass of water on the nightstand and suggested, "Why don't you grab the magnetic knife and fight your way out now? If Granny Ren is hiding next door, just cut her down. Then I'll head to Boom Supermarket to buy some drinks, and we can celebrate with champagne tonight!"

Zhang Xiaomo gave him a look and shook her head, "If possible, we should try not to harm innocent people. It's bustling with activity out there, and Lin Dong must have been Spirit-Splitted no more than 48 hours ago. Later tonight, I'll go next door, save him, and see if Granny Ren is there."

"Should I go too?" Yan Junze asked.

Zhang Xiaomo took out a black, small circular box, which looked like those simple makeup boxes with a mirror that girls often use, and handed it to Yan Junze, saying, "There's an Energy Radiation Field inside this. Carry it open on your body, and within ten minutes, no supernatural beings will dare to approach you. Don't go over there, just wait for me here."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Energy... Radiation?" Yan Junze hesitated as he took it, then asked with concern, "Does it cause any harm to the body?"

"It does, but it won't affect you much right now," Zhang Xiaomo replied definitively.

"Why not?"

"It just kills sperm."

Yan Junze: "..."

Inside the rented apartment on the second floor.

Su Muyao led her boyfriend Lin Ling to the side of the sofa.

In fact, Su Muyao had already prepared dinner, and the couple planned to clean up after filling their stomachs, but they couldn't stand the strange odor coming from under the sofa, so they decided to clean it up before eating.

"Are you sure it's under here?" Lin Ling pointed to the sofa.

"You smell it yourself, I can't stand it, it feels like it's getting smellier!" Su Muyao said in a muffled voice, covering her nose.

"Come on, give me a hand," Lin Ling crouched down, grabbing one end of the sofa, "Pull the other end a little, no need to lift it, I'll do the lifting."

Su Muyao ran to the other end of the sofa, pulled it towards the door, and Lin Ling lifted half of the fabric sofa to the middle of the outer room, revealing what was underneath it.

However, to their surprise, it wasn't the dead mouse Su Muyao had talked about, but a clump... of hair, a clump of whitish hair mixed with black mucus.