I can rewind time to prevent death

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Bang!

In the process of escaping, Cheng Jingting also slammed the door shut, completely isolating himself and Shen Wanqiu.

"Fuck!"

Yan Junze, who was hiding behind the computer desk, saw it all clearly. With his state of mind, he certainly didn't understand Cheng Jingting's ruthlessness, so he never expected the man would sacrifice an innocent person in exchange for a chance to escape.

The Fat Old Man was killed by Shen Wanqiu in an instant, while Cheng Jingting managed to escape, causing the plan to fail.

After killing the Fat Old Man, Shen Wanqiu, blocked by the door, didn't continue to pursue Cheng Jingting but stood there, grabbed the Fat Old Man's corpse, and bit into it, as if she was about to start feeding.

Rewind!

Having no choice, Yan Junze chose to rewind.

This time, to avoid the accidental killing of the Fat Uncle who was looking for the cat, he had to change his strategy.

Bai had just jumped in from outside the window and was standing on the table near the window, peering around curiously.

Yan Junze first turned the chair at the computer desk to face the direction of the bathroom.

Then he picked up Bai and quickly moved to the bathroom curtain, lifting it and hanging it on the nail of the doorframe, allowing Bai to see clearly the corpse of Shen Wanqiu inside.

After that, Yan Junze carefully backed up, moving steadily and at an even pace, until he reached the computer chair, and then carefully placed Bai on the chair.

However, Bai had already been drawn to Shen Wanqiu's corpse in the bathroom, her eyes fixed intently on Shen Wanqiu's eyes that couldn't close, just standing on the chair, unmoving.

After a while, Shen Wanqiu's corpse began to move, taking one step after another, slowly walking out of the bathroom.

Yan Junze, having placed Bai down, immediately retreated back to the entrance of the living room, standing behind the door and watching Shen Wanqiu as she took step by step moving out.

At this point, Shen Wanqiu's gaze was completely captivated by Bai, her body slowly growing white hair.

Upon leaving the bathroom, to get to the computer chair's direction, she had to pass by the entrance of the living room, which was precisely where Yan Junze was standing now.

Yan Junze pressed himself against the wall, watching as Shen Wanqiu passed by him bit by bit, he held his breath, also isolating the strong antiseptic smell emanating from her body.

Since her gaze was completely caught by Bai, Shen Wanqiu didn't see him at all. After she passed the spot where Yan Junze stood, she reached the doorway.

At the same moment, there was a knock at the door, followed by the Fat Uncle's voice.

After a few seconds passed, another younger voice rang out; it was Cheng Jingting returning.

After saying a few words, Cheng Jingting quickly pulled out his keys and unlocked the door.

When Yan Junze heard the sound of the keys, his heart rose to his throat, watching Shen Wanqiu who had already passed the living room door.

At that moment, Shen Wanqiu just had to turn her head to see Cheng Jingting opening the door.

The door opened.

Cheng Jingting, while talking, walked into the house.

Yan Junze was tense all over, standing behind the door. After the door opened, he gently reached out and pressed against the door panel.

The Fat Uncle, wearing an old man's shirt and fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, was about to follow into the house with a cheerful face when the door panel suddenly moved, and bang, it was closed.

The Uncle took a half step back, stunned for a moment. Fortunately, he drew back quickly; otherwise, the door might have hit his nose.

"This damned kid, he looks polite enough, but why did he suddenly close the door after entering the house?" the Fat Uncle muttered to himself.

In the moment the door was closed, Cheng Jingting immediately looked behind it. Upon discovering that someone was hiding behind the door at home, his expression turned cold, and he immediately became alert.

"Who are you?" As soon as he spoke, he felt this person looked somewhat familiar; Cheng Jingting gave an "ah" sound.

Although familiar-looking, he couldn't recall who the individual before him was at that moment.

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The main issue was that at this time, this place, he had not connected "Night Traveling Puppy" with the young man before him, even if he had thought of it, he wouldn't dare to believe it.

It was at this moment that a sense of crisis descended from behind.

Cheng Jingting had no time to think further and immediately turned around to dodge, only to see Shen Wanqiu, who had already grown a coat of white hair, pouncing toward him.

The momentum of the attack was extremely ferocious, like a maddened lion, with sharp, elongated fingernails and fangs that had already flipped over her lips.

"What's happening?"

Cheng Jingting had no time to think, a thought flashed through his mind, and he felt a pain in his shoulder. A chunk of flesh had been gouged out by Shen Wanqiu's five fingers, the wound deep enough to expose bone.

This strike, while avoiding vital areas, left Cheng Jingting with a serious injury.

And Shen Wanqiu did not stop there, immediately sweeping her right hand again and grasping at Cheng Jingting's face.

When the first strike occurred, Cheng Jingting had already retreated. Now, with the second strike following quickly, Jingting found himself with no room to retreat, his back against the door.

As his face was about to be clawed, Cheng Jingting suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Wanqiu's arm.

At that moment, Cheng Jingting's arm swelled, growing significantly larger than before, veins bulging and his strength suddenly increasing several times over.

Shen Wanqiu, having become powerful after her transformation, found that Cheng Jingting's strength, with his arm suddenly growing thicker, was now comparable to hers.

Cheng Jingting's face twisted into something ferocious, as if his facial features were starting to change.

He opened his mouth wide toward Shen Wanqiu; it seemed as though someone was inside, forcefully stretching it wider and wider.

Crack!

A mass of red flesh was spat out from his mouth, which after writhing for a few seconds and trembling twice, astonishingly formed into a blood-red infant.

This infant couldn't stand but crawled on the ground. However, it moved with surprising speed, and after latching onto Shen Wanqiu's right foot, it climbed up her leg, covered in white hair.

Shen Wanqiu let out a piercing scream as the white hair on her leg degenerated and melted away.

She freed a hand, bent down, and grasped the blood-red infant on her leg. The hand holding the infant also emitted copious amounts of white vapor, as if she were holding a red-hot iron.

She flung the infant behind her. It collided with the wall before falling onto the bed.

At that moment, Shen Wanqiu's other hand once more reached for Cheng Jingting. Jingting had no choice but to block with his other, ordinary hand.

Instantly, Cheng Jingting's body jerked, blood seeping out of his nose, ears, and eyes. His ordinary hand, upon being seized by Shen Wanqiu, saw its veins and muscles shrink and snap, the half-forearm quickly turning a purplish blue.

Cheng Jingting struggled desperately, stomping his right foot hard on the ground several times. Like the other arm, his injured limb began to visibly swell but was quickly suppressed by Shen Wanqiu again.

As both hands were entangled with Jingting's, leaving her unable to use them, Shen Wanqiu flipped out her fangs and bit towards Cheng Jingting's head.

Just then, the infant on the bed lunged forward, clamping onto the back of Shen Wanqiu's head.

Steam surged out as if boiling water was churning. Shen Wanqiu screamed once more, hair and scalp falling off her head in chunks.

At this moment, Shen Wanqiu was suddenly at a disadvantage.

Yan Junze saw that the situation was bad, flipped his hand, and released the mace into his grip, then without a second word, strode forward and slammed the mace down on the infant's head atop Shen Wanqiu.

Thud—a muffled sound.

The infant was struck and fell, but it clung to Shen Wanqiu's shoulder, preventing itself from falling.

It turned its head, looking at Yan Junze. Its eye sockets were void of eyeballs, and it opened its mouth to emit huffing roars, the inside similarly pitch-black, devoid of anything.

Yet, it seemed as if there was a potent corrosive liquid around its body; the blood touching Shen Wanqiu's white-haired corpse immediately provoked her agonizing screams.

Although the infant continued to roar threateningly at Yan Junze, he paid no attention and struck it hard again on its head with the mace.

"Enough, you!" Cheng Jingting shouted angrily, then his eyes lit up as if he had remembered something. He gritted his teeth and said, "You... it's you, you damn Night... You are... Yan Junze!"