I can rewind time to prevent death

Chapter 361: Chapter 291: Spirits (2) (4300 words)_3

Zhang Xiaomo seized this opportunity and struck from the front, cleaving right into the doppelganger’s forehead.

At the same time, Yan Junze’s neck was also hit, but he only felt a great force impact him, and thanks to his Semi-Spirit Body, he was fully capable of resisting. He did not, however, feel the weakening of the magnetic field that would occur if truly hit by a magnetic knife.

The black hair rapidly entwined around the Fake Magnetic Knife, shredding it into pieces.

The doppelganger also screamed in agony as it was cleaved by Zhang Xiaomo, its body emitting a plume of green smoke before disappearing right before their eyes.

After dealing with this one, the two immediately turned to where “Zhang Di” had been standing and found that this guy had already moved to the door, opened it, and quickly slipped out.

Yan Junze had returned to his original body and said to Zhang Xiaomo, “He must be going after Zhang Di’s real body.”

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As he finished speaking, the two of them reached the door one after the other, opened it, and just happened to hear the sound of the door closing next door.

The two were taken aback, looking at each other in confusion.

Zhang Xiaomo said, “He went into the isolation room, the same room where the spirit is held. How did he get in? The isolation room was already locked from the inside.”

“If these two doppelgangers could enter the room of an exorcist like you, there’s no reason they can’t enter this isolation room,” Yan Junze said. “When exactly was Zhang Di replaced by his doppelganger?”

Zhang Xiaomo pondered for a moment, “It’s very likely that it happened when he went out to the toilet. The toilet is just next door and for private use. But I didn’t notice anything odd when he came back.”

Yan Junze approached the door of the isolation room and pushed it, finding that it was indeed locked from the inside, immovable. He said offhandedly, “I told you just now that something was off with him, and you wouldn’t have realized it otherwise.”

Zhang Xiaomo asked curiously, “How did you spot it so quickly?”

“It wasn’t at first glance,” Yan Junze shook his head. “It took me many glances to notice. The way the real Zhang Di looks at you makes me feel uncomfortable, but this one didn’t. I didn’t get that feeling when he looked at you.”

Zhang Xiaomo: “…”

“Give me the key,” Yan Junze said.

“You’re going in?” Zhang Xiaomo asked worriedly, “The spirit is in the isolation room, it’s very dangerous.”

“We have to go in, even if it’s dangerous. I am certain, to the tune of two hundred percent, that kid Zhang Di is locked up in there,” Yan Junze said.

Zhang Xiaomo’s expression turned solemn, and she handed him a key, “Be careful, and if you run into danger and need my help, just call out. I’ll be waiting at the door.”

She knew how Yan Junze conducted his exorcisms. Partnering up with him might actually cause more trouble, so staying still was her best option. Figuring out how to cooperate with Yan Junze in exorcisms was the experience Zhang Xiaomo had gathered over time.

When she was needed, Yan Junze would naturally let her know.

Yan Junze took the key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned the lock that was bolted from the other side.

Strangely enough, though he had distinctly heard the door close just moments ago, the lock still appeared to be bolted from the outside, with no sign of having been opened.

He handed the key back to Zhang Xiaomo with a soft voice, “After I go in, lock the door from the outside.”

Once Zhang Xiaomo took the key, he pushed the door open and walked in. The light disappeared as the door closed behind him, plunging the space into darkness.

However, in just the moment before the light vanished, the gaze of a man inside the room accurately captured the person entering.

The next second, as Zhang Xiaomo’s entire attention was on the closed door of the isolation room, about a meter behind her, a puff of green smoke gathered soundlessly, quickly taking the form of a man standing behind her with an indifferent expression.

This man was the spitting image of Yan Junze.