I can rewind time to prevent death

With the presence of a three-star Exorcist, Yan Junze's previously uneasy heart finally settled down, and sleepiness crept up on him without notice, swiftly falling into a deep slumber.

The next morning, the alarm on his cellphone rang out.

Yan Junze hadn't gotten enough sleep and knew that for the next week, he wouldn't be able to attend school, but he had forgotten to turn off the alarm.

Groggily getting up, he saw that his mother and Zhang Xiaomo had already gotten out of bed and were sitting at the dining table.

Everything was as usual.

Yan Daguo had left home early, Li Man had prepared breakfast, and Zhang Xiaomo was already seated at the dining table eating her share.

"Auntie, did you make this pickled vegetable yourself? It smells so good!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Brought it from my hometown."

"Hmm, paired with the noodle soup you made, it's simply a delight of this world."

"Then eat more, have Ze's portion as well, I'll go cook another bowl."

"There's no need for that."

The two of them chatted while eating.

Since he was awake, Yan Junze didn't plan on going back to sleep.

After washing up in the bathroom and coming out, Zhang Xiaomo had finished eating and was wiping her mouth.

Yan Junze noticed that the short knife she had placed under her pillow at night was now neatly placed on the dining table, sheathed in leather, making it look more like a delicate toy than a knife at first glance.

Sitting down and taking a sip of the noodle soup his mother had just served him, Yan Junze spoke indistinctly to Zhang Xiaomo, "I'll go with you after I eat."

"Okay."

Zhang Xiaomo stood up, and with a touch of her finger, the knife, barely peeking over the edge of the table, sprung up, spun in the air, and was casually caught in her hand as she turned and went into the bedroom to change clothes.

Li Man, who was drinking soup, almost spat it out, not until Zhang Xiaomo closed the bedroom door did she say, "I somehow feel she isn't like a teacher who tutors in math and science, but more like one who teaches martial arts."

Yan Junze also nodded in agreement, "That knife is really sharp, uh no, Teacher Zhang is really flexible!"

He didn't notice anything wrong with what he said, nor did he notice the meaningful look Li Man was giving him.

"Son, the college entrance exam is coming up, there are some things..." Li Man felt that at this critical time, it was necessary to awaken her son with her own experiences from that time.

"Yeah, I know," Yan Junze slurped up the noodles quickly and wiped his mouth.

Zhang Xiaomo emerged from the bedroom, still dressed as she was the day before, the short knife sheathed in its leather scabbard and hung on the side of a cross-body bag, which if not looked at closely, might be mistaken for a mere accessory.

Yan Junze estimated with his eyes that the short knife could just fit in the bag.

He went back to the bedroom to pack up his textbooks and put on his backpack, picked up some change of clothes Li Man had prepared for him, said goodbye to Li Man, and the two of them left.

As they were leaving, Li Man kept instructing them from behind.

No matter what, in Li Man's eyes, her son always seemed like he was about to fall into an inescapable internet scam.

"If you can't go to school, how will you attend classes these next few days?" Zhang Xiaomo asked casually as they walked.

"When it's time for class, I'll have Dali open a video feed for me, and I'll listen to the teacher on my phone, it's the same thing," Yan Junze said.

It's best not to go to school looking like this.

Because if a strange incident is confirmed to be about to happen, schools usually seal off an area for the safety of other students, or like last time when Zhang Tiantian got possessed, they let out early.

Right now, I am essentially a walking potential strange incident, so it's better not to go to crowded places for the time being.

The two left the FH Community and arrived at the bus stop on the street, soon catching the 803 bus heading to the outskirts.

Since it was headed toward the suburban area, there weren't many people boarding at this time, and there were plenty of seats available.

Sitting toward the back of the bus, Yan Junze said, "My classmate has already contacted me, the rental is in a place called Rock, and the landlord lives there too."

"Mhm," Zhang Xiaomo nodded, "Besides the rental place, don't go anywhere unfamiliar alone these days, especially crowded places. That way, if something unexpected happens, you'll have the best chance of escaping in a familiar environment."

Yan Junze nodded in agreement to this point and remained silent.

It was 21 stops from FH Community to Rock, and some of the roads beyond the city turned rough, making the bus start to jolt.

"What are you reciting?" Zhang Xiaomo noticed Yan Junze's lips moving continuously, muttering some unclear words.

"Memorizing formulas, and some weird USA grammatical structures," Yan Junze said with a wry smile, "It's a bit easier to remember these things in the early morning."

Although his knowledge was not bad in the past life, he now realized that he had forgotten a lot of high school material. The information he needed to memorize now mostly belonged to the category that was rarely used and very niche after learning.

This indicates that in this world, content that leans toward test-oriented education still exists, and in the actual application process, a lot of it is unused.

"Did you watch the videos I shot?" Yan Junze asked.

"Yeah, you really have some nerve," Zhang Xiaomo said, "During 'Peeking From the Crack in the Wall,' it was all amateur Spirit Investigators, and you delved too deep unlike other videos that just barely scratched the surface and only aimed to catch the eye. And you even fancied getting rid of the strangeness there, you just got lucky."

"I felt the same," Yan Junze nodded.

Ever since that time, he decided he would strictly control the depth and the storytelling exploration in future videos. Of course, the ability to 'Rewind' time would not allow any clues to be revealed during the shooting process.

After hesitating for a moment, he voiced the doubt in his mind, "How much do you know about people like me, who are always with spirits?"

"Not a lot, but there are some," Zhang Xiaomo said, "There are also those who are slowly tormented to death by evil spirits, which is to say, having their lifespan reduced to a negative number. Some people have very strong Strange Bodies; much stronger than yours, but they can't become Exorcists."

"Why not?"

"One type of people is naturally timid, to the point where they can scare themselves to death, and the other type has an extraordinary constitution, yet refuse to become Exorcists."

"So, it's not that they are afraid of strangenesses, but of death?"

"Not really."

"Then what are they afraid of?"

"On the contrary, they're not afraid of anything," Zhang Xiaomo's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible fear, "These people's Strange Bodies are incredibly strong, and their affinity with evil spirits goes far beyond ordinary people's imagination. After frequent contact with evil spirits, not only will their lifespan not decrease, but they will also become extremely terrifying."

"How terrifying?" Yan Junze asked curiously.

"The creators of S-Class supernatural incidents," Zhang Xiaomo answered.

"Damn, aren't S-Class incidents caused by strangenesses?" Yan Junze blurted out, surprised.

Zhang Xiaomo nodded, "The world is very complex, much more complex than you can imagine. Our Exorcist team can only temporarily hold back the strangenesses in the Great Capital. What you don't know is that in places like USA and elsewhere, there are far more terrifying and bizarre supernatural phenomena."