I can rewind time to prevent death

Upon witnessing this scene, Yan Junze's scalp exploded.

He dared not move nor fully open his eyes to watch, but even with the limited view he had, he could still make out a resemblance to Bao Yunjing in that woman wearing the red nightgown.

However, during the daytime, Bao Yunjing's bangs were always neatly done, whereas now, this woman's disheveled hair added a layer of terror.

What mattered the most was that she had entered the room and didn't move. She just stood at the foot of the bed like a wooden mannequin, her gaze unclear as if her eyes were closed, yet they seemed to be open as well.

Yan Junze softly twisted his neck a bit more, slightly opening his eyes a bit more, but he was confident that with his back to the light coming in from outside, Bao Yunjing wouldn't notice this minor movement.

Upon opening his eyes slightly wider, it seemed he could see more clearly that the woman in the red nightgown was indeed Bao Yunjing, but it appeared as though her eyes were open.

The reason Yan Junze got the impression she had her eyes closed was that in the eyes of the woman, there was no white in them, they were completely black, like ink.

Fearful of being discovered, Yan Junze glanced briefly and then immediately closed his eyes.

At the same time, he felt secretly relieved that Yan Wenwen had kept her eyes closed while Bao Yunjing was combing her hair; otherwise, if she had opened them for a look, she might have been scared into screaming immediately.

What kind of consequences that would bring about was simply unimaginable.

Bao Yunjing, wearing the red nightgown, just stood there, showing no intention of leaving, the scene was dead silent.

Apart from Uncle Yan's fearless snoring, there was the soundless, eerie aura spreading from Bao Yunjing throughout the room.

Perhaps after another seven or eight minutes, Yan Junze remained rigid in his sleeping posture, not relaxing at all, so his limbs quickly began to feel numb.

Just then, the sound of Bao Yunjing's footsteps arose as she began to move, and her direction was toward Yan Junze's side where he lay.

Yan Junze quickly closed his eyes, trying to slow his breathing, making himself look as if he was truly asleep.

However, his ears were more sensitive than ever, not missing any movement made by Bao Yunjing.

Bao Yunjing's pace was still very slow. As she moved, her hands didn't swing but hung straight down, like a lifeless corpse.

Upon reaching the side where Yan Junze lay, she didn't move further, just standing in front of him.

Yan Junze once again narrowed his eyes, and through his blurred vision, he could see the woman in the red nightgown standing less than half a meter away from him.

He dared not lift his head to look, so he didn't know if the woman was looking down at him at the moment, or simply staring straight ahead.

Perhaps Bao Yunjing no longer had a gaze at that moment, for there was no white in her eyes, only a field of black.

Faintly, Yan Junze could see Bao Yunjing's red nightgown undulating slightly. This indicated that the woman was indeed alive and not dead, as she was still breathing.

Yet her current appearance was indistinguishable from that of a corpse, even more terrifying.

It was very strange. Considering Bao Yunjing looked like she was possessed by the Possession Spirit, why had his Atlas not given any task notification?

Could it be that this Possession Spirit truly had no Obsession?

But without Obsession, then why would she behave in such a bizarre manner?

Yan Junze was filled with a mass of thoughts but still couldn't grasp any clues.

Just then, the nightgown began to fold. Yan Junze was startled, realizing there was only one possibility for the nightgown to fold up like that – Bao Yunjing was crouching down.

He immediately closed his eyes, this time not even daring to risk narrowing his eyes to slits.

Bao Yunjing did indeed crouch down, her head level with Yan Junze who lay on the bed.

Her breathing was even, but her expression was stiff, her body slowly leaning forward, her eyes wide open, the pitch-black pupils seeming to glare at the "sleeping" Yan Junze.

Even with his eyes closed, Yan Junze could still feel "something" approaching his face, like an intuition, a sixth sense.

He could hear his own heartbeat clearly, like a heavy drum on the battlefield, pounding incessantly, almost leaping out of his throat.

At that moment, Yan Junze's whole body was covered in goosebumps, and a chill emerged, spreading all around his body.

If it were any other time, he believed he would've damn well thrown a punch or already jumped out of the bed by now, but now, he managed to hold back.

A moment later, Bao Yunjing's lips began to slowly open, but they did not fully part; instead, halfway through, she made a bizarre sound from her throat next to Yan Junze's ear.

The sound was initially very soft but gradually began to grow louder.

Yan Junze pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a few sentences, only to find the syllables uttered by Bao Yunjing were odd, not understanding a single one, yet she kept on making noises, kept on saying something non-stop.

An eerie and inexplicable woman, lying next to one's bed in the dead of night, with pupils that are black, mouth wide open, constantly uttering strange words.

In this moment, Yan Junze felt he was about to lose his composure.

However, he noticed at the same time that this way of speaking sounded much like someone muttering in their sleep, which is usually very mumbled. Clearly enunciated sleep talk is rare, unless the sentence is very short.

After enduring for a while, just as Yan Junze felt he truly couldn't keep it together any longer, the snoring of Old Yan sleeping beside him abruptly stopped.

Old Yan mumbled something in his mouth as if he, too, was talking in his sleep. Then his body moved, appearing to wake up, mumbling something, suddenly shouting, "Who the hell is making noise in the middle of the night, shut up, shut up!"

The Bao Yunjing, who was making those strange sounds, suddenly stopped with her mouth still open, her black pupils wide, completely motionless.

"Damn, the old man is awesome!" Yan Junze, inadvertently rescued, felt a surge of genuine admiration for Old Yan.

Squinting again, he looked forward.

He saw that Bao Yunjing's mouth had closed, and she was slowly standing up from beside him.

"Not good, is this woman going to meddle with the old man?!" Yan Junze began to worry.

He thought about whether he should take advantage of the moment Bao Yunjing walked to Old Yan's side, to come up behind her and strike with a club.

But then he thought about how there were no mission prompts yet, whether it was really a strangeness, and if it was, why would such a situation occur? If it turned out not to be a strangeness causing trouble, then if he were to hit Bao Yunjing with a club, wouldn't he be sending her straight to the hospital?

It would be a total loss if he ended up not receiving any reward but had to fork out a hefty medical bill.

While considering this, unexpectedly, Bao Yunjing in her red dress stood up but did not walk to the side where Old Yan lay; instead, she turned and headed for the bedroom door.

She opened the door, and the soft footsteps faded away.

Yan Junze took a deep breath, immediately sat up, and stood up without putting on his shoes.

He then turned to glance at Old Yan and noticed that the snoring had picked up again as he had fallen back asleep. So, barefoot, he went to the bedroom door, likewise opened it, and quietly stepped out of the bedroom.

Just as he left the bedroom, Yan Junze paused, only to see Yan Wenwen also coming out of her bedroom, seemingly peeking around into the master bedroom where Bao Yunjing had been.

To avoid startling Yan Wenwen, Yan Junze made a "shh" sound to alert her, and then patted her shoulder from behind.

Yan Wenwen remained standing in place, unresponsive.

Yan Junze was somewhat puzzled and patted her shoulder again.

The next second, Yan Wenwen turned around with a rigid posture, her pupils pitch black, her mouth slightly open, emitting that familiar eerie sound from her throat, looking at Yan Junze.