I can rewind time to prevent death

FH Community, Building 7, Room 503.

Huang Chen, speaking as fast as he could, briefed Yan Junze and Lv Xin on the specific details of the "strangeness" intrusion and said, "We just need to hold on for a little while longer. Before my colleague arrives here with Yu Xiaochang, we can't let Granny Ren 'intrude'."

After a pause, Huang Chen added, "If, unfortunately, she does 'intrude', no one should panic. I can hold her off temporarily, and you all should immediately run for the door. Rush out of the community and wait for Xiaochang to arrive."

Upon hearing this, Yan Junze had a new idea in mind, silently considering, "If we manage to complete this mission and pull the Resentful Granny's animosity onto ourselves, having Yu Xiaochang by our side as a sort of 'get-out-of-death-free' card is at least a decent backup plan."

The key question was how to keep such a brat by his side when the time came. Should he sacrifice Ke'er a bit and let him play with Ke'er, cultivating a bond from a young age, like childhood sweethearts?

As Yan Junze was lost in whimsical ideas, the familiar sound of tiptoeing footsteps returned from the corridor outside.

The sound was very light. Although it was still daytime, there were no longer any residents on the fifth floor, and aside from the faint footsteps, there was only the heavy, rapid breathing of the four people sitting in the room.

It was clear that everyone else had heard it too.

All their eyes unconsciously followed the footsteps outside the room, then all gathered at the living room door.

They waited for a moment, but no knocking came.

The four exchanged glances, withdrawing their gazes.

A little while later, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the master bedroom with the door closed.

"It hurts..."

All four people in the living room jolted in shock.

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Yan Junze heard it very clearly, the voice was identical to the one Granny Ren had made that night, it must be her in the bedroom.

He hadn't expected that in just this short time, the Resentful Granny had already returned to her own bedroom.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"If she tries to intrude, ignore her."

Huang Chen warned, holding Yan Junze's right hand forward, gripping two "Sweeper" Hidden Buckle, and with his left hand holding Lv Jiayan, he gripped the "High-Energy Collapse" Hidden Buckle.

The pitiful cries of pain did not cease, one after another, as if a steel brush relentlessly scraped against everyone's hearts.

Before long, goosebumps covered Yan Junze's entire body, and Lv Jiayan began to tremble, unable to help but close her eyes.

Just as she wanted to reach out and cover her ears, at the instant she almost let go, Huang Chen firmly grabbed hold.

"Don't move! Ignore the sound, try to shift your focus."

At that moment, the wailing stopped.

Lv Xin took a long breath and was about to speak when the sound of scratching came from behind the door of the master bedroom.

Yan Junze was all too familiar with this sound – it was the sound of fingernails scratching the door. Just like Jian Tong had done while scratching the bathroom stall door.

However, whereas the stall door had been thin, hollow, and brittle, this bedroom door was heavy and thick, and the scratching sound it produced was not piercing, but eerily subdued.

A nauseating feeling welled up in his heart, lingering for a long time without dissipating.

The sound of scratching the door continued for about two minutes, then eventually stopped.

Then, the bedroom door opened...

As the door swung open, the Resentful Granny's voice came once more, "Who... has seen my comb?"

A short old lady dressed in a brown thin cotton jacket stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Her pupils were covered by a layer of grey film, making her look like a blind person at a glance, but her hair was neatly combed, and her clothes were very clean.

The moment Resentful Granny made her appearance, everyone was so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe heavily. Huang Chen felt the trembling of Lv Jiayan's hand he was holding on his left; she was trembling violently, on the verge of crying.

He pressed his voice down to an extreme whisper, as if scraping a few words from his throat, "Don't look at her! Don't talk to her!"

From where Yan Junze was seated, a glance up would land on the figure of Resentful Granny, but upon hearing Huang Chen's warning, he turned his gaze to the painting on the wall, refusing to stare at Resentful Granny any longer.

Lv Xin did the same, but he simply bowed his head, eyes fixed on the ground.

After Resentful Granny finished speaking, no one answered her.

Suddenly, she seemed to grow a few inches taller, stood on tiptoes, and slowly walked out of the bedroom, into the living room.

At this moment, the temperature in the entire bedroom dropped to freezing point, as if even the air had solidified.

Yan Junze could even hear the wooden chair he was sitting on making a creaking noise as the temperature plummeted.

Normally, an evil spirit wouldn't easily emit such a powerful magnetic field unless it was deliberate, or the spirit itself was too powerful, which would cause such a strong reaction.

The four of them were holding hands, both Lv Xin and Lv Jiayan were looking down at the ground, Huang Chen was focusing on the bathroom door, while Yan Junze's attention was on the Eight Fine Horses Painting on the wall behind the sofa.

Of course, through their peripheral vision, they could all still roughly make out the position of Resentful Granny, but no one was directly looking at her.

"Who has seen my comb?"

The old woman didn't go far but murmured softly as she moved, with the rustling sound of her clothes.

A few seconds later, she stopped behind Yan Junze.

At that moment, Yan Junze felt as if his heart had stopped beating, and he held his breath, not daring to breathe at all.

Resentful Granny bent over, sniffed a few times close to Yan Junze's back, and stretched out her nearly skin-and-bones fingers to lightly slide across his back.

Yan Junze felt as though his scalp was about to burst, he clenched his teeth tightly, feeling a cold mass slowly skid down from his neck, like a worm crawling, not stopping until it reached his waist.

After that cold sensation disappeared, Resentful Granny withdrew her hand and walked to the other side.

Only then did Yan Junze take several deep breaths, releasing the breath he had been holding.

During all this, the Hidden Buckle that Huang Chen was holding in both hands was subtly pointed in that direction, ready to launch should anything unusual occur.

In Lv Jiayan's eyes, her grandmother's figure was lingering around, showing no intention of leaving the living room to search other rooms for the comb.

Her face pale with fright, her teeth began to chatter. Bowing her head, her eyes affixed firmly to the ground beneath, she dared not move.

Suddenly, a waxen, withered cheek appeared abruptly below Lv Jiayan, meeting her downcast gaze.

"Have you seen my comb?"

Resentful Granny, bending over, filled Lv Jiayan's entire field of vision with her wrinkled face. Caught off guard, she quivered, her mouth opening as if about to scream.

But at the same moment, the startled girl remembered Huang Chen's instruction not to speak; making a noise was surely out of the question.

She quickly stuffed the hand, which she was holding with Huang Chen's, into her mouth and bit down hard.

In her hurriedness, she put her mouth on the wrong hand and ended up biting Huang Chen's fleshy hand instead.

Huang Chen almost let out a yelp, holding his breath sharply, his face instantly turning the color of a monkey's bottom, his eyes nearly bulging out, but he managed to make no sound.

Seeing this, Yan Junze couldn't help but give a thumbs up, thoroughly impressed.

Exorcists are indeed formidable, he thought—their endurance, their breath control—they were leagues ahead of him!