I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 372 - 296: Spirits (Seven) (4800 words, asking for subscriptions, monthly passes, recommendations!)_2

Chapter 372 -296: Spirits (Seven) (4800 words, asking for subscriptions, monthly passes, recommendations!)_2

The man in the trench coat’s expression changed as he grabbed the arm of the man in the tracksuit.

He felt that something was off with the dust and smoke that spread after the door was blown open—it seemed too dense. It wasn’t just dust being kicked up because he couldn’t see anything inside the room.

It wasn’t just dust churning in the air; there was also an unusually thick fog mixed in.

As he grabbed his subordinate’s arm, the man in the trench coat was about to remind him to retreat.

The subordinate, standing at the door and turning back in surprise, suddenly shuddered as a tentacle covered in suction cups stretched out from the fog, quickly wrapping around his other arm that was holding the special firearm. A powerful force emerged, violently yanking the subordinate into the mist.

The man in the trench coat felt that he couldn’t compete with that force at all and hastily let go, lunging forward and narrowly avoiding being dragged into the fog himself.

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“This is… the scene from the movie ‘The Mist’!” the man in the trench coat stabilized himself and retreated, pondering, “This is the imaginary materialization created by that creature.”

At the same time, near the window by the small bed inside the room, Yan Junze and Zhao Qi were standing together, whispering: “‘The Mist’ is indeed a great movie. The extraterrestrial monsters that appear from the fog might be able to save us. At least, it’s dangerous for us to go out now. If we defend this place, they can’t get in.”

Zhao Qi didn’t speak, seemingly deep in thought, very focused, while Yan Junze kept describing the scenes from the movie, seemingly reminding his counterpart either deliberately or inadvertently.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaomo’s admiration for Yan Junze was like the endless rolling river, akin to the Yellow River flooding uncontrollably.

She had never imagined that not only had Yan Junze warned them of the enemies outside in advance, but he had also calculated every step precisely. The fog in front of them was also dense, but it only covered the front half of the room. The half closer to the small bed where they were, however, was completely fog-free.

But even though there was no fog, the struggles and screams that had come from the fog earlier were clearly audible to Zhang Xiaomo.

She was now certain that the people outside had indeed come for Zhao Qi, and by the looks of it, they were up to no good.

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Creatures like Zhao Qi were indeed rare, but as an Exorcist of Huaying Great Capital, it was known that spirits were difficult to deal with, neither detainable nor boldly releasable, nor could they be killed outright.

After all, their authority extended only to killing strangenesses, and killing such beings, which were originally human, was equivalent to murder. Moreover, the domestic research on spirits had only just begun. If this guy was able to control his own thoughts and was willing to cooperate, keeping him alive would be far more beneficial than rashly killing him.

Zhang Xiaomo had just heard Yan Junze describe that some of these people seemed to be from USA or Olay Great Capital, and she had almost guessed what those people were after Zhao Qi for.

Currently, the Exorcist organizations of both USA Great Capital and Olay Great Capital were stronger than Huaying Great Capital, especially in the area of strangeness research.

Therefore, their need for spirits could be something that the Exorcist organization of Huaying Great Capital couldn’t even fathom. But being unimaginable didn’t mean they could just hand them over; Zhang Xiaomo had reported the situation here and requested support from headquarters.

Looking at it now, with Yan Junze here, they should be able to hold on for a while.

Zhang Di had just woken up, still a bit dazed, sitting on the bed and wiping the sticky substance off his body with a bedsheet while looking up to assess the current situation.

Thud!

A complete skeleton was spat out from the mist, falling in front of the man in the trench coat. The skeleton still had torn pieces of clothing and bits of flesh not completely cleaned off.

The man in the trench coat’s face turned ashen as he took out a black metal sphere, holding it in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, seeming somewhat reluctant, but still threw it into the fog.

The black metal sphere landed in the mist and immediately fixed itself, emitting a beeping sound. It split in half down the middle; one half stayed on the ground while the other was propped up by a support column, emitting a blue light that instantaneously covered both the inside of the room and the nearby corridor outside.

Below the blue light, there was also a thin web of blue threads.

Seconds later, the fog seemed to gain weight, with large amounts of mist falling to the ground. In the blink of an eye, all the mist disappeared, revealing the entire room.

The man in the trench coat stood at the doorway, his gaze coldly fixed on Zhang Xiaomo, Yan Junze, and finally locking onto Zhao Qi.

This eerie scene surprised everyone in the room. Yan Junze asked Zhao Qi, “Have you stopped imagining?”

“No,” Zhao Qi quickly shook his head, clearly just as surprised, “I’m still thinking, but it seems… pointless. My imagination, it’s useless now!!!”

Yan Junze suddenly looked towards the sphere on the ground.

The blue light emanating from the sphere was now completely invisible, yet it seemed as if something intangible had locked the area down.

“It’s magnetic interference, the sphere has disturbed all the magnetic fields here,” Zhang Xiaomo spoke up, “It’s not that your imagination is useless, it’s being interfered with within this range, but once outside, it still exists.”

Just then, the man in the trench coat stepped into the room followed by his only remaining subordinate, who was carrying a metal case.

“Zhang Di.”

Zhang Xiaomo called out, pulled out her magnetic knife, and approached. She leaped forward, bringing the knife down on the man in the trench coat’s head.

The man in the trench coat didn’t dodge, instead raising his left leg. His legs were long and muscular, his combat moves skilled and agile, and he landed a kick squarely in Zhang Xiaomo’s stomach, kicking her away.

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