I can rewind time to prevent death

It was already midnight.

Su Muyao's voice came through to the outer room, just as Lin Ling had placed the white-haired wig onto his own head.

He didn't speak, and after putting it on, he continuously stroked and groomed the white hair with his hands.

Wrinkles slowly appeared on his originally smooth, youthful cheeks, and crow's feet formed at the corners of his eyes...

"Darling?" Su Muyao felt very tired and didn't want to get up. Lying in bed, she called out again.

Before long, the bare-chested silhouette of Lin Ling entered the inner room. As he moved, his hands remained still, and his steps were unnaturally stiff.

Sensing Lin Ling's presence, Su Muyao said, "Hurry up and get into bed. We need to get up early tomorrow. Don't catch a cold."

With that, she closed her eyes.

At this moment, Su Muyao was overcome with sleepiness, barely able to keep awake.

Yet after she spoke, there was no response.

Just as she was about to drift off, Su Muyao suddenly sensed something amiss, and her drowsiness was cut in half. She opened her eyes and saw that Lin Ling was still standing by the bed, silent and motionless.

"Lin... Ling?"

In that moment, Su Muyao, who had realized that something was wrong, began to shake, her voice trembling with a sobbing tone, her complexion turning deathly pale.

Giggling...

From Lin Ling's mouth came a series of strange grating sounds, and then he, wearing the white hair, leaned over. His face, now full of wrinkles, loomed directly over the utterly terrified Su Muyao.

The next second, a scream shattered the midnight silence.

Downstairs in the rented apartment.

Zhang Xiaomo bolted upright.

Yan Junze also sat up from the bed, and the two exchanged glances.

"Could it be Granny Ren?" Yan Junze asked.

Zhang Xiaomo nodded, "There's a good chance. That old lady must be performing spirit-splitting again."

"This time, I'm not staying in the room alone. Let's go up together," Yan Junze suggested.

Zhang Xiaomo didn't say anything else, pulled out the magnetic knife from under her pillow and led the way out, while Yan Junze grabbed the unused Strangeness Interferer and followed with it in his arms.

The two went upstairs, one after the other.

The second-floor door was closed, and no more sounds came from the room.

"Step aside, I'll break the door down!"

Yan Junze hurried forward from behind and, without waiting for Zhang Xiaomo to speak, kicked at the door.

Then his foot went numb.

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Zhang Xiaomo, oblivious to Yan Junze's embarrassment, looked through the window into the room. She saw Lin Ling, dressed only in shorts, standing bare-chested at the bedroom door, silently watching in this direction.

His face was full of wrinkles.

"He's been taken over by Granny Ren," Yan Junze said from the side.

No sooner had he spoken than Lin Ling turned and went back into the inner room.

Soon after, sounds of struggling, accompanied by Su Muyao's screams, erupted.

A petite figure suddenly dashed to the bedroom door, her face stricken with terror. She recklessly headed for the main door of the outer room and violently twisted the lock open.

The door swung open.

"Quick, get behind me!" Yan Junze prepared to rush in first and rescue the trembling Su Muyao.

But he was pulled back by Zhang Xiaomo, who yanked him behind her.

Zhang Xiaomo stepped into the room first, and with the magnetic knife in her hand, she plunged it mercilessly into the chest of the defenseless and weakened Su Muyao.

Yan Junze was immediately stunned.

The previously terrified Su Muyao froze as well. She lifted her head in horror, looking at Zhang Xiaomo's calm face, and then looked down at the magnetic knife that had almost completely sunk into her chest.

The scene was sudden and unexpected.

However, Yan Junze didn't speak. He knew that Zhang Xiaomo wouldn't do this for no reason. Since she dared to, she must have had her reasons.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard a grating laugh coming from Su Muyao's throat, and she began to tremble, the frequency of her shaking increasing rapidly.

Bang!

The Resentful Granny's illusory figure burst out from Su Muyao's back, crashing into the cabinet in front of the television.

Zhang Xiaomo had already pulled out the magnetic knife and chased after her, striking the Resentful Granny who had just been severely wounded again.

The Resentful Granny's body visibly faded and let out a wail.

Her body was dissipating quickly, about to escape.

Zhang Xiaomo pressed the Hidden Buckle embedded in the magnetic knife with her left hand. It was as if she caught a faint glimmer of light in her hand, and she forcefully pressed it down on the fading Resentful Granny.

The Resentful Granny's originally fading illusory figure immediately solidified.

Zhang Xiaomo didn't pause; she plunged the magnetic knife straight into the Resentful Granny's head.

A white light burst from within the Resentful Granny, shattering her body into countless fragments that scattered all around.

The fragments drifted in the air and soon turned into tiny specks that vanished without a trace.

Yan Junze looked down at Su Muyao who had just been stabbed by the magnetic knife and fell to the ground, to find that the woman's chest was completely unharmed, without a single wound.

"The magnetic knife only harms the supernatural, not the human body," said Zhang Xiaomo from the side.

"Has Granny Ren been eliminated?" Yan Junze turned on all the lights in the room at this moment.

"We don't know for the time being."

Zhang Xiaomo didn't put away the magnetic knife but walked into the bedroom. There, Lin Ling was lying on the bed bare-chested and unconscious.

She hesitated slightly before chopping down with the knife at Lin Ling's chest.

The next second, a white Spirit-Splitting emerged from above Lin Ling's head, struggling to escape.

Zhang Xiaomo swung her knife and shattered the Spirit-Splitting into fragments that dissipated into the air.

"Is this the Spirit-Splitting?" Yan Junze asked in surprise from behind.

Zhang Xiaomo nodded. "Just now, Granny Ren's main body entered Su Muyao, intentionally showing that the Spirit-Splitting moved to this man, to divert our attention to him."

"Didn't you shatter her main body just now?" Yan Junze said.

"If the Spirit-Splitting isn't destroyed, the main body can regenerate from it after dissipating," Zhang Xiaomo explained. "Therefore, we should check again to see if there is any remaining Spirit-Splitting at the scene."

Lin Ling did not wake up, but Su Muyao was gradually coming to.

Yan Junze had laid her on the sofa, and when she woke up, he asked, "Have there been any unusual occurrences in the house lately?"

Still dazed, Su Muyao didn't respond until Yan Junze had asked for the third time, and then she seemed to snap back to reality.

"Yes, right under this sofa," said Su Muyao with some fear. "That day we found a lot of hair, the kind that's grayish-white, and some really stinky slime."

"Move the sofa away," said Zhang Xiaomo.

Yan Junze assisted Su Muyao to another chair to sit down, then he and Zhang Xiaomo moved the sofa away, revealing a dark clump of slime on the floor.

They saw that the slime was sprouting many grayish-white hairs that seemed to be slowly growing.

"This must be the place."

Zhang Xiaomo muttered to herself and plunged the magnetic knife right into the center of the slime.

"Ouch..."

The Resentful Granny's voice suddenly erupted, filling the entire room.

"Ouch your sister!" Yan Junze muttered under his breath. "This is your last time feeling pain!"

Waves of energy from the magnetic knife rippled outwards, and after a while, the clump of slime began to contract and the grayish-white hair wilted away.