I can rewind time to prevent death

Both nodded.

Lin Guo turned and left the office, heading swiftly towards the server room.

Zhang Xiaomo was about to follow him into the corridor to start looking for team members when Yan Junze abruptly pulled her aside and asked in a hushed voice, "In recent times, have you felt anything amiss? Like, is any part of your body feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhang Xiaomo was taken aback for a second, then her cheeks flushed red, and she seemed to be pondering something. Biting her bottom lip gently, she shook her head, "I'm in very good shape; what do you want to ask?"

Yan Junze watched her for a moment and said, "Don't move."

He reached out, opened his hand, and slowly passed it through Zhang Xiaomo's hair to the back of her head, then his fingers slid down along the ends of her hair.

At first, Zhang Xiaomo's body tensed up, and she involuntarily closed her eyes. But the next second, she snapped them open, looking awkward and extremely unnatural, and blurted out, "Don't do this; the situation is urgent, we should go..."

"Don't talk," Yan Junze interrupted her. His tone was not stern, even quite gentle, but Zhang Xiaomo immediately shut her mouth and stared at the man who was slightly taller than herself.

Soon, Zhang Xiaomo noticed that as Yan Junze was caressing her hair, it wasn't with an expression of enjoyment, but rather a slight frown, sensing something as his fingers moved.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xiaomo asked.

"Have you noticed anything unusual about your hair?" Yan Junze countered.

Zhang Xiaomo shook her head, "No, not at all, it's been great. I always use Supple Shampoo."

Yan Junze pondered for a moment, then said, "Stand still, don't move no matter what happens."

As he spoke, he took out the Black Spirit Umbrella in front of him, and then slowly began to open it inside the room, ensconcing Zhang Xiaomo under it as he did.

"Don't move, whatever you feel, don't react. You're safe as long as you're under the umbrella," Yan Junze reminded again.

Zhang Xiaomo didn't move an inch, her curious eyes arching as she glanced at the Black Spirit Umbrella and asked, "So this is the big umbrella that my dad advised you to get from Wan Shouguang?"

"Yes," Yan Junze nodded.

Just then, as he was paying attention to Zhang Xiaomo's hair, he abruptly noticed one of the hairs on her back began to move, and a strand was directly extracted by the three streams of energy within the umbrella.

Zhang Xiaomo let out a cry of 'ah,' feeling a pain on her scalp. She was about to turn her head, but remembering Yan Junze's instruction not to move, she halted her hand midway.

The hair was visibly struggling, trying to burrow back into Zhang Xiaomo's hair, but the energy inside the umbrella was strong, like a large hand, firmly gripping the strand.

The hair that had been writhing a moment ago was suddenly straightened out, as stiff as an upright chopstick. Only then did Yan Junze gesture for Zhang Xiaomo to turn back around.

Upon seeing the hair, Zhang Xiaomo blinked in surprise and immediately touched the back of her head, "Is this... pulled from my head?"

Yan Junze nodded, "You felt pain just now, so it must have been growing from your scalp. But from my perspective, this thing doesn't seem to belong to you."

"Why..."

Zhang Xiaomo didn't finish her question before the hair turned into black smoke in front of her eyes, annihilated by the energy within the umbrella.

Perhaps because the energy was too little, no black dots appeared inside the umbrella this time.

"Alright, whatever that thing was, it's now cleared," Yan Junze said, and then he closed the umbrella, "Let's go find your friends."

Zhang Xiaomo shivered suddenly, reaching involuntarily to touch her hair, the fear she had felt as a child resurfacing at that moment.

Her arms were covered with goosebumps when she suddenly said, "I think I know where this hair came from."