I can rewind time to prevent death

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked shocked, even Jiang Ruixin and Bao Jie's faces showed a look of terror.

There was something very strange about the family; the problem must have been quite serious.

"My husband, Yan He, since marrying me, we have never slept separately," Bao Yunjing began to recall, narrating, "But have you ever encountered this situation?"

"What situation?" Yan Junze asked.

"Sleeping and waking up in the middle of the night, I hazily opened my eyes, only to see my husband lying beside me, his eyes wide open, staring at me unblinkingly," Bao Yunjing said, still frightened by the memory.

"Ah!" Jiang Ruixin screamed, covering her mouth.

"You have to know, it was after three in the morning. I was already very groggy, and suddenly seeing my husband staring at me like that, I was so scared I almost lost my soul," Bao Yunjing said. "Just as I was scared back to full awareness, he turned over, facing away from me, and soon started snoring."

Pausing for a moment, Bao Yunjing continued, "At that moment, I was covered in cold sweat, shivering uncontrollably for a while before I could recover. Then I pushed my husband and asked him what had just happened, and he actually said he didn't know anything, that he had been sleeping the whole time?!"

"Hmm, is there more?" Yan Junze asked.

"There is more." Bao Yunjing picked up the wine glass in front of her, took a big gulp, thought for a bit, and said, "That day my husband was late from entertaining guests, and because he was worried about encountering strangenesses on the way, he didn't come home. I slept alone.

Oh, I forgot to mention, besides my husband and me, there's also a 13-year-old daughter and her grandfather in our family, making it four of us."

"What about the grandmother?" Zhou Dali asked.

"Grandmother passed away early, and grandfather never remarried," Bao Yunjing answered, then continued, "That night, I also woke up around three in the morning, roused by a murmuring voice. Having had the previous experience, and with my husband not by my side, I immediately felt fear upon waking."

"Listening carefully, I realized the voice was very faint, as if it came from the next room. The room next to the bedroom is my daughter Yan Wenwen's room, and it sounded as if she was talking to someone."

At this point, Yan Junze noticed that Jiang Ruixin had unconsciously grabbed Bao Jie's hand. The two of them didn't realize that they were gripping each other's hands so tightly that their fingernails were digging into the skin.

"Did you get up to check?" Yan Junze asked.

"Yes, I got up," Bao Yunjing said, recalling the experience suddenly made her shiver involuntarily before continuing, "We usually sleep with the bedroom door closed, so when I got up and opened the door, I found that the voices really came from my daughter's room."

"The door to my daughter's room was also closed, but I didn't immediately go in, nor did I turn on the light. Instead, I first listened at the door. I heard one voice that was my daughter's, but there was another that was unfamiliar. The voice was very soft, I could only make out some of the words."

"What did you hear?"

Yan Junze's curiosity was fully piqued, but he also noticed that Zhou Dali was biting his lower lip tightly, holding the wine glass in front of him firmly, trying his best to restrain his discomfort.

Bao Yunjing took another sip of wine and said, "My daughter said: 'No, it will find out.' The voice said: 'Just have a look, only looking.' Then my daughter continued to say: 'No.' The voice kept saying 'look, look.' But my daughter wouldn't relent, still repeating 'no.' Unable to stand it anymore, I wanted to know who it was, and then I pushed the door open forcefully and went in."

As everyone listened to Bao Yunjing's description, they were startled and looked up at her. She continued, "As soon as I opened the door, I screamed. I saw my daughter, standing at the door in her pajamas, eyes wide upon my entrance. That scene, it was so similar to what happened with her father that night."

"But even after I screamed, my daughter had no reaction. She just turned around, walked to the bed, pulled back the covers, and lay down, as if she had been sleeping the whole time, and then there was no more sound."

"Where is the person she was talking to?" Yan Junze asked.

"I didn't see anyone," Bao Yunjing shook her head. "After I recovered, although my body was shaking with fright, I still took the opportunity to look around all the corners of the room, even inside the wardrobe. There was nothing, no one."

"Could it be..." Bao Jie suddenly shivered and said, "Is Wenwen... talking to herself?"

Bao Yunjing clearly hadn't thought of this, and when Bao Jie mentioned it, she was suddenly stunned, then shook her head: "I... I don't know."

"Your family is a bit strange," Yan Junze pinched the center of his palm and found it had broken out in a layer of sweat beads.

Breaking out in a cold sweat just from listening to ghost stories was rare for him nowadays.

"Have there been any other strangenesses?" Yan Junze asked again.

"Yes," Bao Yunjing nodded. "Last night, Wenwen had to go to the tutoring center the next day, so she went to bed early. Her grandfather also tended to go to bed early. I was in the bathroom washing up at the time, and then I heard a 'thud thud thud' noise, as if someone was hammering on the wall."

"I was still holding a washcloth to my face, and when I came out of the bathroom, I went to her grandfather's bedroom door and found it slightly ajar, and the knocking sound was coming from inside the room.

Her grandfather had already turned off the lights and gone to bed, so I didn't make a noise; I just pushed the door open gently, and with the light from the living room, I saw her grandfather standing by the wall, his limbs stiff, repeatedly... banging his head against the wall..."

Bang!

The sudden sharp noise startled everyone who was engrossed in the story, and even Bao Yunjing was terrified into forgetting what she was going to say next.

Everyone looked up to see Zhou Dali, pale as death.

At that moment, the wine glass that Zhou Dali had been holding was crushed by him, glass shards scattered on the table, but his palms were thick enough to prevent any bleeding.

"Let's not talk about it anymore, let's not," Zhou Dali said with an awkward face, lifting his head to force out an ugly smile, and waved his hand: "We're here to have fun, why are we telling ghost stories?" Discover exclusive tales on empire

Seeing that the fellow was indeed badly frightened, Yan Junze also smiled and said, "Yeah, let's not talk about this anymore. Auntie, I'll go and take a look at your house; let's set it for tomorrow night."

"Yes, yes, thank you so much," Bao Yunjing hurriedly said: "How much should I pay you? Should I give you some compensation in advance?"

"We'll see about that, no worries," Yan Junze waved his hand.

No one mentioned the hair-raising strangenesses anymore, and the topic quickly shifted to the scores of the recent exams.

As long as they didn't talk about strangenesses, Zhou Dali recovered quickly, his voice once again grew louder, and he boasted about how he would make a remarkable entrance in the fitness academy after enrollment.

Yan Junze didn't talk much, instead, he pondered over the strangenesses occurring in Bao Yunjing's home and came to an initial guess.

If everyone in the family was acting abnormally, then it was very likely they were invaded by a Possession Spirit.