I can rewind time to prevent death

Chapter 366: Chapter 293: Spirits (4) (4200 words)_2

“You’re right. So when his Doppelgänger came in just now, it immediately wanted to do him harm. I was afraid Zhang Di would get hurt, so I thought if he could curl up inside like a cocoon, he might be able to protect himself well and no longer be hurt by the Doppelgänger,”

After a pause, Zhao Qi continued, “Then Zhang Di was enveloped by this thin membrane. He was crying out for help, I heard him, but I was powerless. Even in my imagination, the cocoon was filled with a large volume of liquid similar to amniotic fluid, enveloping and nourishing him.”

Yan Junze was somewhat speechless and asked, “So Zhang Di’s Doppelgänger couldn’t do anything to his original self in the form of a cocoon, either?”

“Right, it lingered for a while and then quickly disappeared,” Zhao Qi said, “In the meantime, you suddenly came in, and that feeling, I thought a Demon had entered.”

In the darkness, Yan Junze rolled his eyes and said, “Then you had the imaginary scene of a Demon being sacrificed by a host of God’s maids.”

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“No, they were not God’s maids,” Zhao Qi shook his head, “They were the Demon’s wives…”

“Alright,” Yan Junze stopped him from continuing, “For now, just breathe slowly. Take deep breaths in and exhale slowly. Try to keep your heart calm, and it’d be best if your mind remained blank.”

Zhao Qi forced a bitter smile, “I… can’t stop my own thoughts, even if my heart is very calm, they will suddenly pop out, I simply can’t suppress them.”

“Isn’t the current situation quite good? Just maintain it like this, with no imagined manifestations,” Yan Junze spread his hands.

“That’s because I’m tired, I want to rest for a while,” Zhao Qi said, revealing the truth.

“Then you should rest for now. If any thoughts come up, warn me ahead of time to be on guard,” Yan Junze knew he could not change the other’s personality or habits in the blink of an eye and walked towards Zhang Di, who was at the foot of the bed.

He pulled out a dagger from the black backpack he had been carrying, stabbed it into the thin membrane, made a fierce cut, and whoosh, a large amount of yellow liquid flowed out as the membrane rapidly deflated.

Yan Junze retracted the dagger, moved forward, squatted down, and pulled the membrane clinging to Zhang Di’s body off. He touched his head, it was still warm; he checked his pulse, it was still beating; his mouth and nose were not blocked, but yellow liquid was slowly seeping out of his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.

Yan Junze let him continue to lie on his side, which would help in expelling the liquid faster.

As long as he wasn’t dead, that was good enough. Yan Junze looked down at the liquid that had flowed out. He was currently squatting in it, and the liquid had completely submerged the soles of his shoes.

Just then, Zhao Qi, who had been silently sitting on the bed, suddenly spoke, “Don’t move, don’t move at all, no matter what happens, do not move, do not shout.”

Yan Junze froze, squatting still.

Because he was holding a cell phone, the flashlight was still on, and the light was shining right above his head. He had been ready to stand up, so he could only stay this way.

Just after Zhao Qi’s words faded, Yan Junze felt something strange at his stomach. Looking down, he saw that his shirt was slightly bulging, as if something was wriggling beneath it.

Suddenly, the buttons of the shirt burst open, and two fingers protruded from the torn gap.

These were human fingers, and even whiter and more delicate, not like a man’s.

Yan Junze was taken aback, and in the next second, a complete hand stretched out from the opening of the burst buttons, prying open the shirt resting on his stomach, followed by another hand crawling out.

Throughout this process, Yan Junze felt no pain at all.

After extending out half an arm’s length, the hands began to grope upwards, first touching Yan Junze’s chest, then his neck.

The hands were also wet, as if freshly pulled from water.

Should he still remain motionless in such a situation?

Yan Junze felt that things were very wrong. Two hands reached out from his shirt as if they had come out of thin air, but it seemed very likely that they had passed through his stomach to appear.

However, at the moment, Yan Junze didn’t feel any pain at all, making him doubt if the hands were really coming from inside his stomach, or if they were simply close to his skin before tearing through the shirt.

Moreover, he was lucky that the strange hands were reaching up toward his chest. If they had been reaching downward, and Zhao Qi still told him not to move…

Not moving would have been impossible then.

As the thought arose, the hands that had touched his neck suddenly stopped, slowly retracted, hung down naturally, and then something else started moving in his stomach again.

Pop, pop, two more buttons burst open, and a round object laboriously started to burrow out.

Seeing this, Yan Junze didn’t think his shirt could still hide such a large round object underneath.

Without a doubt, this thing had come from inside the stomach.

Although he still felt no pain, Yan Junze did not want to remain passive. This did not align with his usual approach to dealing with strangenesses.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Qi, who was sitting on the bed.

This guy was hugging his head with both hands, his crossed legs trembling slightly as if he was engaged in a fierce inner struggle, wanting to stop this thought.

But Yan Junze knew very well that it was all in vain for this guy.

Looking down again, he saw a head with wet hair had already burrowed out from his clothing, the moisture dampening Yan Junze’s clothes, with the back of the head facing up, directly facing Yan Junze.

Clearly, this was a woman’s head, her hair soaked with a large amount of water, clinging to the head, still dripping down,

Yan Junze stared blankly at the head, feeling completely numb in his stomach, but now he was certain that the head was burrowing out from his stomach.

In his sight, the head began to slowly rotate, the back of the head, which was initially facing up, turned downwards, while the face turned towards Yan Junze’s gaze.

The wet strands of hair almost completely covered half of her face, but Yan Junze could still see that the woman’s cheek skin was entirely dark blue, slowly turning, gradually aligning with his eyes.

A powerful sense of crisis descended. In this moment, Yan Junze dared to be certain that if he did not do something and just followed Zhao Qi’s advice to stay still and not speak, he might never be able to speak again.

At this moment, the woman’s head had completely turned around, her gaze directly meeting Yan Junze’s eyes.

Rewind!

Yan Junze did not want to heed Zhao Qi’s whimsical ideas and remain sitting ducks. It was always better to take the initiative.

Time rewound to the moment he asked Zhao Qi to rest well and clear his mind; originally, Yan Junze was going to approach Zhang Di to cut open the thin layer on his body and rescue him.

But now Yan Junze had changed his mind. After telling Zhao Qi to rest, he walked towards Zhang Di while pretending to take something out of his backpack.

As he was about to approach the foot of the bed, Yan Junze suddenly sidestepped a large distance, arriving directly in front of Zhao Qi, who was sitting on the bed, with the club appearing in his hand and striking down viciously on the guy’s head.

With a thud, Zhao Qi fell in response.

Yan Junze was startled himself. He had merely intended to strike swiftly to prevent Zhao Qi from reacting, but he hadn’t expected to strike so fiercely that he was frightened after the fact.

He hadn’t really just killed the other party, had he?

He didn’t know if killing this creature was within the purview of the Exorcist squad; what if, like this rare species, the squad was meant to cultivate and protect it?

His blow might be interpreted as striking at the entire squad’s future hope for saving humanity.

Err, that was thinking a bit too far ahead.

Yan Junze reached out to touch the other’s nose, the breathing was even, no issues there.

But now, it seemed the biggest problem had been easily solved.

Knocked out, Zhao Qi would naturally not continue with whimsical ideas, creating so many manifestations of imagination. Such a simple method; why hadn’t he thought of it just now? Or, Zhang Xiaomo and the others should have thought of it in advance.

No, that’s not right!

Yan Junze suddenly started, realizing he had overlooked a critical point.

If Zhao Qi did not merely manifest imaginations but could also…

The thought had barely begun when tap tap tap tap tap… a rapid sequence of something crawling on the ground resounded.

Yan Junze immediately turned his phone flashlight towards the direction of the sound. He saw something quickly avoiding the light near the bottom of the window, diving into the darkness.

Because it was too fast, he only caught a glimpse of a trailing piece of a torn trouser leg.