I can rewind time to prevent death

Yan Junze never expected that Yan Wenwen standing here would also look just like Bao Yunjing had a moment ago.

The instant he saw Yan Wenwen's face, he was so frightened that his whole body shivered, and he nearly released the club in his hand to swing at her.

However, in his haste, he chose to back away, stepping back to the doorway of Old Yan's bedroom and then taking another step back, closing the door behind him with a reverse grip.

The Yan Wenwen, who had turned around, did not chase after him but stared at Yan Junze with pitch-black pupils, her mouth slightly open, continuing to mutter something—an extremely eerie scene!

After closing the door, Yan Junze did not leave the doorway but gripped the doorknob with his right hand, his elbow lightly resting against the door.

If Yan Wenwen tried to push from outside, he needed to ensure she could not burst through.

Up to now, there was still no task prompt appearing.

At this moment, Yan Junze couldn't help but pull up the Spacetime Atlas in his mind to check it carefully. The Rewind line in the Atlas was operating normally, but there was still no new task prompt.

What's going on?

Just as Yan Junze was perplexed, his right hand gripping the doorknob tightened—someone was turning the doorknob from the outside.

Immediately, Yan Junze increased the strength in his arms, leaning forward so that not only was he firmly holding down the doorknob, but he was also pushing his elbow against the door, making it impossible for the person outside to force it open with brute strength.

At this point, Yan Junze really couldn't gauge how strong Yan Wenwen might be, so he had to make adequate defenses while the strength she was applying was not yet overwhelming.

In the moment when both inside and outside were exerting force, he freed his left hand, took hold of the bedroom door's deadbolt, and twisted it sharply.

With a click, the door was deadbolted.

Phew!

Yan Junze took a breath, slowly eased the strength in his arm twisting the doorknob, then gradually let go, keeping his hands ready to grab the doorknob again if needed, slowly moving away from it.

He didn't notice that his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his palm was also clammy from gripping the doorknob.

"That should...keep her out for the time being."

The next second, the doorknob moved slightly, but the locked door did not turn, and then no more sounds came through.

Yan Junze's gaze was fixed tightly on the doorknob, silent.

After a moment, he realized it was unnaturally quiet, and noticed that Old Yan's snoring had disappeared at some point.

Slowly turning his head, his pupils contracted when he saw that Old Yan was no longer lying in bed but had sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed as if ready to put on shoes and get up.

This position looked very normal, just like Yan Wenwen who was peering into the master bedroom from the doorway; it looked like nothing was amiss from the back.

But Yan Junze didn't dare to call out to Old Yan carelessly, learning from his past mistake. He just stood there at the bedroom doorway, his eyes unwaveringly fixed on the motionless Old Yan.

It was very weird; this old fellow might have become just like Bao Yunjing and Yan Wenwen.

Old Yan just sat on the edge of the bed, silent, without any movement as time slowly passed.

The bedroom fell silent without his snoring, dead silent.

No more sounds came from outside the door; it was uncertain whether Yan Wenwen was still standing there waiting.

Yan Junze hesitated over whether to open the door to check.

At that moment, Old Yan's sitting figure moved slightly as he stood up but did not put on his shoes. Barefoot, he stepped onto the floor, dragging his legs away from the edge of the bed.

His walking posture was very strange; his head hung low, his hands hung down and did not swing, but his back was straight. Only his feet seemed to be dragged along.

One step, another step, he moved away from the bed, walked to the center of the bedroom, to the same spot where Bao Yunjing had previously stood.

However, he did not stop, but took one step after another, slowly walking towards Yan Junze.

Not a sound was made.

There stood Yan Junze at the doorway, unblinkingly staring at the eerily approaching Old Yan.

Upon seeing this scene, his body involuntarily moved back, pressing against the door; his right hand reached out to grab the doorknob, while his left hand clasped the latch of the door lock.

His gaze was still fixed on Old Yan, who continued to approach.

As soon as Old Yan got within three meters of him, he would immediately open the door and leave the bedroom.

If Yan Wenwen was still guarding outside the door at this moment, he would have no choice but to Rewind. Otherwise, unless he took out a club for a forceful attack, there would be a high likelihood of accidentally harming these people.

Just as Old Yan was about to reach Yan Junze, the next second, Old Yan suddenly changed direction, heading towards the wall not far from the door.

On that snow-white wall, about the height of a person, there was a faint black mark; Old Yan went to the wall, his body rigid as a rod, devoid of any feebleness of old age, silently standing facing the wall.

After witnessing this sight, Yan Junze was perplexed when a sudden 'thud' startled him.

He saw Old Yan's forehead hitting the wall continually, creating 'thud thud thud' sounds.

Each collision was loud, like the regular swing of a pendulum, striking the wall without any sense of pain. It was then that Yan Junze finally understood how the black mark on the wall came to be.

"Should I Rewind?" Yan Junze began to ponder.

There had been no task alert yet, but by this point, he had not encountered any danger except for the chilling horror; the situation did not seem to have escalated to a very serious level.

At that moment, Yan Junze suddenly realized a terrifying fact. Perhaps, the people in this Yan family, every night, were like this.

The collision still continued; Yan Junze had no intention of intervening, for fear of triggering some unforeseen terror.

After some thought, he gritted his teeth, turned the privacy latch with a 'click,' then quickly twisted the doorknob, opened the door, and stood in the doorway.

There was nothing outside the door; Yan Wenwen was no longer there.

Yan Junze did not hesitate and immediately stepped outside, closing the door behind him.

The sound of the collision inside the room continued to resonate, leading Yan Junze to suspect that the old man's claim of having severe amnesia might stem from actions like these.

He took a closer look at Yan Wenwen's room; the door was closed, and no noise was coming from inside. Yan Junze did not dare to open the door and court disaster.

Approaching the door of the master bedroom nearby, he found, to his surprise, that the door was ajar.

Could it be that Bao Yunjing hadn't returned to the bedroom?

Yan Junze stood at the entrance of the master bedroom, pushing the door slightly more open so that the light from the outside could shine in. He leaned in, squinting to see.

Someone was sleeping on the bed, but it wasn't the male owner, Yan He; it was the female owner, Bao Yunjing—as the slippers on the floor were women's.

Bao Yunjing had gone back to the bedroom and lain down again, while the side of the bed where Yan He would usually sleep was empty, without a trace.

Bao Yunjing seemed to be sleeping deeply, her breathing heavy, almost at the point of snoring.

Yan Junze turned around and listened carefully; the colliding sound in Old Yan's room had ceased. Indeed, if one kept ramming like that, it wouldn't just be amnesia—a direct descent into dementia was possible.

Yan Wenwen must have returned to her own bedroom by now.

Standing at the doorway of the master bedroom, Yan Junze turned his head to look at the video camera set up in the living room, which was still operating.

Certainly, the camera on his chest was also running.

Just then, a rustling noise came from the direction of the balcony.