I can rewind time to prevent death

The scene before Yan Junze was something he had never expected.

Lying on the ground, looking as if life was quickly fading beyond salvage, was Zhang Xiaomo.

And the woman who had just stood up, holding a blood-dripping pen in her hand, was also Zhang Xiaomo.

The two Zhang Xiaomos not only bore the same appearance, but their clothing was identical as well.

Under the flashlight's beam, Yan Junze couldn't discern any difference between them, especially when one of the Zhang Xiaomos was close to death.

Clearly, the Zhang Xiaomo lying on the ground had sustained a fatal injury; she was convulsing from excessive blood loss and could no longer awaken.

The standing Zhang Xiaomo, clutching the pen that was evidently the murder weapon, also looked petrified, as the pen in her hand trembled incessantly.

Upon seeing Yan Junze, Zhang Xiaomo exclaimed in surprise, "Junze? You...you're here! How did you get here?"

Yan Junze did not approach but instead pointed at the Zhang Xiaomo on the ground, who was close to death, and asked, "What is...what happened here?"

The standing Zhang Xiaomo showed a frightened expression again, and, looking at the person on the ground, she said in terror, "This Possession Spirit, it can copy humans!"

"What?" Yan Junze was astounded, "Copy humans!?"

"Yes," Zhang Xiaomo nodded, "It took my form, and had contact with other team members. By the time I discovered it, the three team members who were with me had already died. I don't know if it was this creature that killed them or some other Possession Spirits. Just now, having found it, we got into a struggle, and in a moment of desperation, I used this pen... and pierced its temple."

"Where's your magnetic knife?" Yan Junze asked, skeptical.

"I lost it," Zhang Xiaomo said, "Earlier, in the server room area, I encountered three powerful Possession Spirits. The four-star Exorcist Yao Zhongyong asked me to get out first. During that process, one of the spirits knocked the magnetic knife out of my hand."

"Lost it?" Yan Junze stepped to the side so that he could get a clear view of the entire figure of Zhang Xiaomo lying on the ground.

He noticed that this Zhang Xiaomo also didn't have a magnetic knife.

"You suspect me? Yan Junze, are you doubting me?" Zhang Xiaomo challenged.

"Sorry, in this situation, I have no choice but to doubt," Yan Junze said candidly, "Now, I ask and you answer. If you can answer my questions, maybe then I can believe you."

Zhang Xiaomo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Ask."

"Where did we first meet?" Yan Junze inquired.

"At your place, your home in FH Community in Shuntian City," Zhang Xiaomo replied.

"What's in my shadow?" Yan Junze continued.

"Fang Ning. She's hiding in your shadow, waiting for an opportunity to take your life, to make you accompany her down there... But," Zhang Xiaomo paused, "didn't my father design a weapon for you, transferring Fang Ning into your umbrella?"

Yan Junze nodded; it seemed this girl was the real one.

Actually, as soon as Zhang Xiaomo saw him and immediately called out his name, he could almost be certain that she was the real Zhang Xiaomo and not some doppelgänger.

"Are you okay from just now?" Yan Junze asked with concern.

Zhang Xiaomo nodded, stepping over the body of Zhang Xiaomo on the ground, ready to walk toward Yan Junze.

At this moment, the body lying on the ground had ceased convulsions, evidently dead for good.

Just then, Yan Junze suddenly commanded, "Don't move! Stay right where you are!"

"What is it?" Zhang Xiaomo appeared puzzled.

Her hair was disheveled from the fierce struggle with the person on the ground, her complexion was slightly pale, parts of her clothes were torn, and her chest was still heaving heavily.

However, since Yan Junze told her not to move, she immediately retracted her stepping foot and didn't come over, instead looking perplexedly at Yan Junze.

Yan Junze wasn't looking at her, but was fixated on the body on the ground. After about a minute, he spoke up, "If the person on the ground turned into a Possession Spirit, why hasn't it turned into black mist or dissipated in some special way characteristic of strangenesses by now?"

"I don't know either," Zhang Xiaomo confessed, equally perplexed.

Yan Junze looked up and pointed to her palm, "Why are you still holding onto the pen? Why don't you throw it away?"

With a clatter, the pen was tossed to the ground.

At that moment, some of the long hair spread out on the ground from the body of Zhang Xiaomo, with portions pressed beneath her body while others were soaked in blood, suddenly stirred.

After that movement, all of her hair seemed to writhe like earthworms, with the portion pressed by her body also emerging, covering the entire floor.

This scene caught the attention of the two people inside the room, neither speaking, their eyes glued to the eerie unfolding event.

The standing Zhang Xiaomo moved her lips and after a moment spoke, "Didn't you say there was no transformation? Now there is one."

Yan Junze did not respond, but watched as the hair continued to wriggle for a moment until suddenly, all the hair gathered together as if an invisible hand was collecting it all into one place.

From the midst of the bundled hair, a single thin strand emerged.

This sight would have been impossible to see clearly if Yan Junze hadn't been shining the powerful flashlight directly on the dead Zhang Xiaomo's head.

The strand of hair, upon emerging, suddenly soared into the air like a nimble serpent, darting toward the Zhang Xiaomo who stood closest, with her own hair as the apparent target.