I can rewind time to prevent death

The woman finally stopped, holding a water bottle in her hand, slowly turning around.

The moment Yan Junze saw the woman's appearance, he swore that he regretted letting her turn around, but even a rewind was useless now, for he had already seen it, and even after rewinding countless times, the memory would still remain in his mind.

The woman in front of him had her eyes closed, but even though she wasn't drinking water anymore, who knew how long she had been drinking before.

Water continuously gushed from the woman's facial features as if there was a water press inside her body, out of her tightly closed eyelids, nose, mouth, and ears, a large amount of clear water kept flowing out.

This scene made one feel uncomfortable all over, as if one's own face was experiencing a strange sensation.

Although the woman's eyes were closed, she seem to still see Yan Junze's position; she slowly stretched out her hand, her clothes completely soaked by the water, and after spewing a large mouthful of water, she spoke inarticulately.

"Come, take my hand," she said slowly.

Step by step, she walked forward, raising her hand to Yan Junze's face.

Yan Junze started to back away, and the woman kept reaching out, following forward.

The two of them one after another left the pantry and came to the corridor of the large office space.

Just then, Zhang Xiaomo was approaching the pantry and upon seeing the situation here, she immediately stopped and raised the magnetic knife.

Yan Junze gestured for her to stop, whispering, "Don't chop, let me see if I can save this woman with my method."

He stood still until the woman with her hand stretched out approached him.

He then opened the Black Spirit Umbrella, enveloping both himself and the woman completely.

"Come on in, don't mind that my umbrella can't block all the water spraying from your body, and that you're spraying it inside my umbrella," Yan Junze murmured to himself.

The scene was bizarre, with water splashing under the Black Spirit Umbrella.

However, the next second, the woman suddenly opened her mouth and vomited violently as a stream of water gushed out, and a shadow was pulled out from the top of her head by the Black Spirit Umbrella, fiercely struggling in the process, before being compressed into nothingness.

This time, no dots were produced inside the umbrella. It was probably due to the insufficient Strange Energy.

Meanwhile, the woman curled up, vomiting incessantly, with all kinds of vomitus being squeezed out, as if her body had shrunk.

More than ten seconds later, Yan Junze realized it was not just an illusion; her body really was withering away, visibly drying up, with her bodily fluids gradually depleting until she turned into a mummified corpse right before his eyes.

"Still... couldn't save her," he sighed softly upon seeing this.

He had originally thought that after the Black Spirit Umbrella forcibly extracted the Possession Spirit, he might be able to save the woman's life, but it turned out to be impossible.

Yan Junze put away his umbrella and walked toward Zhang Xiaomo.

"This woman was probably an employee of this company. Did you discover anything else just now?" he asked.

Zhang Xiaomo pointed to the bottom of a row of desks: "Over there, I just saw Lu Xing's body. He might have died even earlier than Xiong Suyuan—his body is already cold."

Yan Junze walked over to take a look and found that this Exorcist named Lu Xing had his eyes wide open, giving off a feeling of not resting in peace, his lips slightly parted, freezing his expression of fear at the moment before his death.

"He was a two-star Exorcist, a bit lacking in strength," Zhang Xiaomo said in a low voice.

"Which means, the Possession Spirit that killed him is now wandering somewhere in this building, having copied his appearance," Yan Junze said, stroking his chin.

He added, "This is going to be tricky."

"Why?" Zhang Xiaomo asked.

"You don't know, I'm so familiar with you now, and it was a bit lucky to identify which one was the real you just now," Yan Junze explained, "Because they not only copy your appearance but also can replicate thoughts, memories and such, using some special method I don't know."

"Never mind, as soon as I see another Lu Xing, I'll draw my knife and strike immediately," Zhang Xiaomo said, brandishing her magnetic knife.

Inside the pitch-dark server room.

Lin Guo, a four-star Exorcist, was holding a magnetic knife in one hand and a flashlight in the other. The light from the flashlight seemed to be gradually devoured by the darkness of the room, the range it illuminated slowly shrinking.

Lin Guo quickly noticed this; the server room was now without power, and only after entering did he realize that it wasn't that the servers had been "destroyed," but that another four-star Exorcist, Yao Zhongyong, had used some method to cut off all power supply to the room, including the backup power.

This resulted in him being able to see nothing at all now.

The darkness in the room seemed to be imbued with thick ink.

Just then, the light from his flashlight paused, reflecting off the head of a person starting to rise from a crouching position on the floor.

"Hmm, Lu Xing?"