I can rewind time to prevent death

Chapter 317: Chapter 272: Offering help when there’s no trouble (Extra for Alliance Leader Sipping Flower Wine)

In the rental apartment.

It was only a moment of deadlock, Zhou Jiajie felt he could no longer stand, his legs trembling like a sieve, he fell to his knees with a thud, but Bao Jie clung firmly to his back, cuddled tight.

A chilly breath exhaled beside his ear, turning half of his face numb, and with a kneeling and bowing posture, he shivered as he crawled to the marble coffee table; Zhou Jiajie reached out and grabbed his cell phone.

His fingers, too, trembled fiercely, and it took a long while before the phone screen lit up. He opened the dial interface and fumbled to find a contact labeled “Old Immortal”.@@novelbin@@

After dialing out, he pressed the speakerphone button.

Just then, he suddenly felt a damp sensation near his ear, a slimy something sliding under his earlobe, as if… it was a tongue licking.

This fear was almost enough to make Zhou Jiajie pass out in an instant, his body trembled violently, his head dizzy for a few seconds, no longer feeling the existence of his own body.

The only sensation was the slimy thing moving under his earlobe, inducing terror, helplessness, and no way to escape.

The call connected, and a middle-aged man’s voice came through, “Hello, son, I’m in a meeting…”

The man’s voice was kind, with no hint of harshness toward him.

“Dad, dad, save me! Save me!” Zhou Jiajie desperately squeezed these words out from his throat, “I need… an exorcist…”

“Ah!”

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was greatly startled, his “hello” echoing several times, but he received no further response from Zhou Jiajie.

At this moment, Zhou Jiajie lay slack beside the table, unconscious and motionless.

By his side, Bao Jie, dressed in a grey pajamas, licked his earlobe, drew her tongue back, and then lay silently beside Zhou Jiajie.

She lay straight out, arms and legs extended, her hair spreading on the floor, forming what seemed like a large black dahlia.

Suddenly, Bao Jie slowly turned her head, her eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at Zhou Jiajie, who lay on the same level as her.

One could imagine the terror he would feel upon waking and seeing such a pair of eyes staring at him from a hair’s breadth away.

…

On the bus back.

Yan Junze sat in a middle seat on the bus. Zhou Dali and Shang Cuicui were in the double seats at the back, with Shang Cuicui leaning on Zhou Dali, seemingly tired and already asleep.

Zhou Dali turned his head to gaze out the window, lost in thought.

Yan Junze, too, gazed at the passing scenery outside, his mind a blank.

As for Zhou Jiajie’s current predicament, he brought it upon himself, and Yan Junze felt not a shred of sympathy for him.

In this world, whether it is love or hate, it’s simply a matter of not being able to let go. Only when one truly lets go, does one truly forgive oneself.

Sigh!

A quiet sigh escaped from his heart, Yan Junze retracted his gaze and looked down at the floor inside the bus, at the faint shadow reflected there.

Whenever his shadow appeared under the moonlight, that strangeness that also couldn’t let go of Yan Junze would appear.

Fang Ning’s love was another kind of obsession, without a specific target, just desiring to possess the person with whom she made that original promise.

Thinking of the contrast between Fang Ning and Bao Jie, Yan Junze came up with a whimsical idea. If he found another space-time rift and initiated another Great Rewind to go back to before Bao Jie’s suicide and save her, everything could be changed.

However, the timing of Bao Jie’s suicide was rather inconvenient as he was right in Mo Family Village, contending with numerous high-level hauntings.

Dealing with them was one thing, but at that time Yan Junze had initiated countless rewinds, so many he couldn’t even keep count.

With each rewind came a shift in fate.

If he were to go back and stop Bao Jie from committing suicide, he couldn’t imagine what kind of changes would occur in Mo Family Village’s events; the timeline was too complex for Yan Junze to fathom.

Sitting there, caught in whimsical ideas for a moment, the numb feeling in his right hand returned once again.

This was the second time he felt this numbing sensation, the first time was when he was returning to the university yesterday.

Yan Junze looked down at his fingers. His right hand’s index and middle fingers, which were tingling, showed no changes. They just felt non-existent for a few seconds, and he squeezed the fingertips of his fingers.

The numbness disappeared quickly. He clenched his fist and that, too, felt normal.

Could it be that there was a problem somewhere in his body?

Yan Junze felt a bit strange. Could it be that he had overused his Semi-spirit powers last time at Mo Family Village and drained something out of his body?

After entering the urban area and switching buses at the bus stop, Zhou Dali and his wife bid farewell to Yan Junze.

Since none of them were in a good mood, they didn’t have the time to catch up with each other. After today’s events, Zhou Dali just felt like going home and hugging his pillow—ah, or Shang Cuicui, to sleep and not think about anything else.

However, Zhou Dali’s view of Yan Junze had changed; not only had Yan Junze grown up fast and joined an Exorcist team, but his words also carried weight among all the Exorcists in Tianmeng.

Zhou Dali wasn’t the only one who started to see Yan Junze in a new light; Shang Cuicui was also excited about the possibility of using Zhou Dali to befriend Yan Junze.

On their way home, this woman kept suggesting her close girlfriends to Zhou Dali. She wanted him to arrange a meet-up, thinking that if Yan Junze took a fancy to one of them, she would definitely be set as the matchmaker.

But Zhou Dali shut her down with one sentence, “Don’t you remember? Last time, Junze said he didn’t like the feeling of looking up. Tell me, which one of your girlfriends is shorter than you? They’re all tall and leggy.”

“Is it my fault they’re tall?” Shang Cuicui stuck out her tongue.

Yan Junze returned to Tianmeng Science University.

The following days were relatively quiet. He continued with his university coursework and made a call to his parents in Shuntian City every two or three days.

From his parents, Yan Junze learned that FH Community had indeed been safe recently with hardly any strangeness.

He refocused on studying the strange magnetic fields, but during this time, his right-hand fingers still tingled occasionally, and for this reason, Yan Junze even went to Tianmeng Science University’s medical center.

After a full-body scan with their equipment, there was nothing wrong with his body, except that some of the electronic magnetic devices showed some data anomalies during his check-up.

This was within Yan Junze’s expectations; after all, he had the power of a Semi-spirit within him and had some control over certain strange magnetic fields, which affected the normal operation of the devices. It was indeed normal.

Two weeks passed quickly.

In this time, Yan Junze’s fingers went numb five times, but each time, as long as he squeezed them with his other hand, they quickly returned to normal.

His medical report came out too, with no abnormalities.

Yan Junze had even asked Zhang Xiaomo if Exorcists could experience such a thing.

Zhang Xiaomo’s answer was negative, and fearing her own knowledge was insufficient, she also took the initiative to help him look up a great deal of information, but found nothing about such symptoms.

In these few days, Wang Tao, the head of security at Tianmeng Science University, daily delivered a large number of snacks and books to Yan Junze’s dorm, room 411.

Wang Tao was exceedingly kind to Yan Junze, coming over every night to chat before leaving.

He Bishou gained the most benefits, whether it was those snacks or the obvious majority of comic books. A few days later, he said to Yan Junze, “Junze, maybe Captain Wang has something he needs from you? He seems to be a good person, so you should help him out. If there’s anything you need from me, just tell me.”

“You kid,” Yan Junze laughed, “there’s truth to the saying that the more hobbies a person has, the more they become his weaknesses. Proving true indeed! Clearly, you’ve been taken by Captain Wang.”

Fat He touched the back of his head and said with a giddy smile, “Regardless, we’re at the university. It’s better for a head of security to need something from you than vice versa. So, if you can help, do help. After all, you still have a few years here.”

“That’s the logic,” Huahua sat on the upper bunk, his fair feet swaying, “Dali is right, and I support him this time. With your capabilities, Captain Wang’s request is probably a piece of cake. If you help him, our dorm life will be much easier, like no random inspections, permission to use electric stoves, and Dali’s not-safe-for-children comics won’t be confiscated anymore.”

Fat He blushed and muttered, “You try not borrowing my ‘Perverted Mask.'”

Huahua’s expression became awkward, and he chuckled sheepishly.

“What’s ‘Perverted Mask’?” Yan Junze looked completely clueless.

“It’s a superhero series from Great Capital, Japan,” Fat He explained. “It’s about an otaku who, by putting panties on his head, transforms into a buff, nearly naked man fighting for justice. It’s also called ‘Pants Hero.'”

Yan Junze: “…”

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