I can rewind time to prevent death

Hearing this nickname, Yan Junze suddenly realized.

Those who could earn such a title must have courage that was either boundless or at least audaciously large.

It seemed he had misjudged; these two girls might actually be the ones among the auditors with the greatest courage.

Zhang Ying had a short haircut typically seen on men, wore a white short-sleeve shirt with jeans and looked very sharp. Liao Jing was dressed in sportswear with white sneakers and a ponytail, exuding a lively vibe as well.

"This is our club president—Ma Dun," Yang Yang pointed at the bespectacled man with a crew cut who had asked Junze to take a seat earlier.

"The Strange Club has two vice presidents, apart from me, Living Yanluo Zhang Ying is also one," Yang Yang added.

Yan Junze nodded in acknowledgment.

His gaze swept over the nine individuals seated before him.

"You may start whenever you’re ready," Zhang Ying said.

"Alright." Yan Junze began to think. He had many stories of strangeness that he could tell, and of course, those he had experienced himself would feel more authentic.

While pondering, he noticed the barely concealed excitement among the group as their eyes moved eagerly over him. Listening to stories seemed to be more than just a formality; it was a preference for them.

After deliberating inconspicuously for a moment, Yan Junze began, "I’ll tell a true story I was involved in, about something that had to be discussed with my USA English teacher..."

"Hold on a second," Yang Yang interrupted him, reminding, "We want to hear stories of strangeness, not those messy ones."

Yan Junze smiled and continued, "After class that day, she became attached by a Possession Spirit, but I was unaware. After class, I brought her a stack of papers to grade in the office, where she was the only teacher present... Oh, and that Possession Spirit as well..."

Yan Junze narrated slowly and carefully, omitting the fact that he had a task to complete and chose not to tell the stories of other strange events he had filmed and uploaded, as he couldn’t guarantee that these researchers of the strange had not seen those videos.

He described everything in great detail, from his suspicion about teacher Zhang Tiantian’s behavior to his attempts to leave the office but being unable to do so, to picking up a pen for Zhang Tiantian, plucking it from her eye and putting it back, delaying the Possession Spirit’s complete control over Zhang Tiantian, then hiding under a desk until the final struggle, culminating in the arrival of the Exorcist at a critical juncture.

While the actual events weren’t much different, Yan Junze altered some details, ensuring his description of the eerie atmosphere was just about right. Gradually, an unnerving silence began to pervade the activity room.

Apart from Yan Junze’s storytelling, no other sound could be heard at this moment.

As he spoke about reinserting the pen into Zhang Tiantian’s eye socket, he clearly saw two of the male listeners shiver slightly.

By the time he finished the tale with the harrowing moment of near-possession by the spirit and wrapped up the story, Yan Junze paused.

The room was quiet, with no one speaking for the time being.

Yan Junze noticed that apart from the two guys who had just shivered, the expressions of the others remained fairly composed.

Club president Ma Dun spoke up, "Did this really happen to you?"

"Yeah, it’s the genuine article," Yan Junze nodded.

"Very well, but I’m afraid it doesn’t meet our entry requirements," Ma Dun shook his head, clearly skeptical, and turned to the others, saying, "Auditors present, please rate Yan Junze’s story."

Rating meant either raising hands or showing approval for Yan Junze’s story. If more than three people agreed that the story was terrifying, then Yan Junze would be granted membership.

However, since Ma Dun had already set the tone, Yan Junze could only think about laughing to himself.

With the president having stated that the story didn’t meet the requirements for membership, Junze was curious to see how the others would vote.

As expected, when it came to a show of hands, only two people—the same two who had shivered earlier—indicated approval, while the rest, including Zhang Ying and Liao Jing, remained indifferent.

Yan Junze had anticipated this scene.

Ma Dun asked the two who agreed the story was good enough, "Xu Yongqiang, Xia Kai, did you find this story terrifying?"

"Hmm." The tall, thin-faced man named Xu Yongqiang nodded, "It was a bit disgusting, I was grossed out by the part where the ballpoint pen stabbed into the eye socket."

"Me too." Xia Kai raised his hand.

"Alright, I failed."

Yan Junze shrugged his shoulders with a somewhat helpless look, preparing to stand up.

Zhang Ying immediately stopped him, "Hey, don’t rush off, you still have two more chances."

"Yes," Liao Jing also said, "We can make a temporary decision on the admission application, you still have two more chances, try again."

"Is that so?" Yan Junze looked towards Yang Yang.

Yang Yang coughed once and did not speak.

"Alright, I’m starting to suspect that you actually just want to hear stories," Yan Junze said with a smile.

"Tell another one, and make sure to scare us," Ma Dun said with a smile, without responding to him.

Yan Junze thought seriously for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, this next story is called ’The Hanged Woman’."

It was one of the two missions he completed near Rock at the outskirts of Shuntian City. Compared to the mission "Drop the Handkerchief", which was disgusting, "The Hanged Woman" leaned more towards psychological horror because of the environmental factors.

Experience had proven that disgust could only make a very small part of people feel terrified, but psychological terror had the potential to touch the deepest fears of many more people.

This time, he narrated in greater detail, particularly emphasizing the description of the interior environment of the dilapidated house, incessantly repeating details like dampness, darkness, coffins, basements, hanging, the long tongue, and the eerily odd walking posture of the woman in white.

When he described reaching into the coffin and slowly pulling out the xuan paper that was under the corpse, it was evident that at least four people’s expressions had changed, and two others were hugging their arms tightly together, clearly unable to hide their nervousness.

The end of the story was altered by Yan Junze. After a series of harrowing events, he finally took down the woman’s body from the hanging beam in the basement.

The story ended.

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Yan Junze smiled, looking at the several people opposite him, including Yang Yang, Xu Yongqiang, and others, who all involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

The number of people who had felt fear was definitely more than three.

Zhang Ying and Liao Jing exchanged glances, both faces calm, then turned their heads to look at President Ma Dun.

Ma Dun reached out to adjust the glasses on his nose, without speaking.

Yang Yang whispered a few words with Zhang Ying, then spoke softly to Ma Dun.

Ma Dun raised his head and spread his hands, "I’m sorry, the story was indeed very exciting, but the terror atmosphere you created always had some deliberate overtones, it wasn’t very natural."

"Oh, is that so?" Yan Junze was surprised.

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Ma Dun also smiled, "Why don’t you use up all three chances, and then tell the final story? From the perspective of diligence, even if the last one isn’t very scary, we will consider your membership application."

"Sigh!" Yan Junze sighed, "Alright, the last one, is the one you asked for."

After saying this, he lowered his head and was silent for about ten seconds, then suddenly raised his head, squeezed out a smile, and his gaze swept over everyone present.

"Haven’t you all noticed that there have been 11 people sitting here the whole time?"