I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 437 324: Takeout (Finale) (3/3, Request for subscription! Vote for monthly ticket!)

Actually, when Yan Junze activated his Semi-Spirit Body, through the perspective of the Back-faced Woman, he could see all the strangenesses surrounding the emaciated young man. At the same time, these strangenesses also began to slowly turn their heads or look up at him, whose head had twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees.

From this Semi-Spirit Body, they faintly sensed something and had to heighten their vigilance.

"Ku Zai, being entangled by these things every moment, it mustn't be a pleasant feeling, right?" Yan Junze said, taking a step forward as he spoke.

Although the emaciated young man denied it to death, there was no doubt that he was Ku Zai.

And the reason for his denial was simple: knowing that he was very unusual, he feared that not even an Exorcist could find another like him. So, it wasn't just him; Ku Zai's entire family was very worried.

With such a child attracting strangenesses, in this day and age, it was simply a disaster, a walking time bomb, liable to be captured by Exorcists at any moment for dissection.

Now, although plagued by strangenesses, it was a move of desperation, but if he really were caught and handed over to the state, they were sure that Ku Zai would undoubtedly die.

"I'm very curious, through what method do you take the strangenesses that should be binding you and manage to send them out like delivery orders?"

While talking, Yan Junze took another step forward.

The five strangenesses entwined around Ku Zai began to squirm, turning their heads one by one, either flailing broken arms or opening their mouths to reveal dense arrays of teeth.

And the fat strangeness, whose flesh was falling off its body, began stamping its feet and emitting a low growl, as if to issue a warning.

By this time, Yan Junze's Semi-Spirit Body had reached its peak, and he was holding the Black Spirit Mallet in his hand.

The only shortcoming was that there was only one Black Spirit Pearl embedded in the mallet; he believed that if the remaining two pearls were also set in it, his deterrent power would be even stronger.

But presently, it seemed there was still insufficient deterrence.

Ku Zai spoke up, his voice sounding enervated: "I'm sorry, I really don't want this, but... you see, there are just too many of them, I truly... can't take it. I must find a way... to send them out..."

"Who are the people delivering these 'orders'?" Yan Junze asked, taking another step forward.

Zhenzhen, from behind, anxiously called out: "You can't go any further!"

Because after Yan Junze's Semi-Spirit Body had posed a threat to all the strangenesses present, they had all appeared, including Zhenzhen, the Crawler Monster, and the two strange babies. At that moment, they could all see that Ku Zai was covered with many of his unsettling kindred.

Upon viewing these strangenesses, apart from the Crawler Monster, both Zhenzhen and the two strange babies, under the immense pressure, involuntarily retreated, with their fear intensifying with every moment. Zhenzhen knew very well that if she didn't retreat, she would soon collapse.

The Crawler Monster wasn't retreating not because it chose not to, but because its reaction was extremely slow, always lagging.

Previously, in the Mountain Park outside of Tricky Silk, when Yan Junze was ambushed by the green child, he had dared to approach the obviously unbeatable child to retrieve the camera, which showed just how slow his reaction was.

Of course, if he hadn't watched the camera, Yan Junze wouldn't have understood that he had undergone Spirit-Splitting by the Back-faced Woman, and why he had managed to survive.

The pressure coming from ahead was very strong now. Although the Crawler Monster did not retreat, it had to lower its head. In this process, its forked tongue quietly licked its forehead, stealthily lapping at its hair twice before quickly retracting.

As for Zhenzhen, she initially had the confidence to confront the visible strangeness, despite the fact that she was likely to lose in the end. But in the current situation, if she were to resist head-on, there would be no chance of escape.

Ku Zai seemed oblivious to the intense oppressive dynamics already brewing among the strangenesses and responded to Yan Junze: "The delivery, it's my dad and second uncle who are making them."

"How did you send it?" Yan Junze spoke again, taking another step forward.

He was now less than two meters away from Ku Zai.

The strangenesses entwined around Ku Zai rose up, emitting various eerie and terrifying warning sounds.

Meanwhile, Ku Zai's shriveled wife and the swollen man behind him moved forward, taking positions on either side of Ku Zai.

The old woman's mouth split open, her blackish-grey tongue had become very long and thick, stretching out of her mouth for nearly half a meter, writhing like a living snake.

The swollen man's belly began to bulge significantly, his throat undulating; although his mouth was tightly shut, it seemed ready to open at any moment to spray an unknown liquid.

Ku Zai seemed oblivious to all this as he slowly replied, "Although we opened a hot pot restaurant, my dad... my dad used to study Western cuisine. To attract attention, I took... a little of what's on me, he put it into the Western dishes, and served it to the people outside. Some strangenesses... would leave me and follow them."

Yan Junze felt nauseous and asked, "What exactly did you take from yourself?"

"Dandruff, hair, fingernails, etc.," Ku Zai answered.

Yan Junze: "..."

Smelling the large amount of foul odor emanating from this guy, thinking of the things taken off him, then mixed into the food, and remembering the slice of pizza he had eaten, Yan Junze's stomach churned for a while before settling down.

"Come back with me."

Ku Zai was startled, "No, I don't want to be studied by you guys. I'm fine by myself... really fine, I'm not going anywhere! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Yan Junze took a step forward.

All the strangenesses took on a posture as if they were going to attack the next second.

Yan Junze's expression hardened, his gaze turned inward, as he could also see everything through the Back-faced Woman's perspective, he spoke, "Where are you? I need Ke'er."

In an abandoned hospital.

The Back-faced Woman stood motionless, hands dangling at her sides, next to a row of damaged medicine cabinets, with their contents scattered and leaking onto the floor, filling the room with a pungent smell.

The Back-faced Woman seemed to be searching for something, but now that she had opened a Semi-Spirit communication with Yan Junze, she had stopped all her actions.

The Back-faced Woman could not only see Yan Junze's perspective, but she could also clearly hear his words.

Right after Yan Junze had spoken, she slightly opened her lips, and her raspy throat emitted a sound, "Ke'er... Ke'er..."

Next door was an examination room with a bed and a curtain that could be moved. Behind the curtain, the crimson-clad Ke'er was crouching on the ground, fiddling with something, her head turning from side to side.

Upon hearing the summon, she lifted her head, rapidly crawled out of the examination room with her hands and feet, and darted towards her mother.

She skillfully climbed up her mother's legs and firmly embraced the Back-faced Woman.

The next second, Ke'er sensed something was off.

This was a very familiar sensation.

"Huh?!"

Ke'er tilted her head, her little face close to the Back-faced Woman's eyes, seemingly staring into her pupils.

Through these pupils, Ke'er could feel everything.

"Ke... Ke..." the Back-faced Woman uttered her voice again.

Ke'er understood and with a "ya" sound, flipped onto her mother's shoulders, her unwashed hair for ages intertwined instantly with the Back-faced Woman's own.

After some time apart, the strength of this mother-daughter duo had clearly grown stronger once again.

In the refrigerated room.

Jenze, in his Semi-Spirit State, suddenly shook, the power of his Semi-Spirit Body growing wildly, each hair standing on end with such force that Zhenzhen behind him couldn't help but step back two paces.

In an instant, all the strangenesses wrapped around Ku Zai paused abruptly as the overpowering aura emanating from Junze made them shiver uncontrollably, releasing their grip from Ku Zai.

One by one, the creatures wore expressions of fear, their fierce demeanor gone, as they gradually retreated, their menace receding bit by bit.

Not only that, even the swollen man and the shrunken grandma who had been coming forward also slowly began to retreat, their heads bowed, not daring to look in Junze's direction.

The strength of the mother-daughter duo's Bond Evolution was apparent from this event.

All strangenesses having retreated, Junze opened his mouth to speak, "Now, you can follow me..."

Before he could finish, he suddenly sensed an anomaly. Ku Zai's expression was exactly the same as before. Despite the departure of the strangenesses that had bound him, he showed no signs of excitement or relief.

At that moment, Ku Zai's body began to convulse, starting with slight tremors that grew increasingly violent until even the chair beneath him shook wildly, as though it might fall apart at any moment.

Ku Zai's limp body tensed sharply, becoming taut as if pulled up by a stick, he leaned stiffly against the chair, his head thrown back and mouth wide open as if acted upon by an external force.

Moments later, a large mass of sticky black substance emerged from his mouth, like the clay from a marshland, continuously oozing out.

"There's still a strangeness inside this kid!"

Jenze was startled and took a step back.

However, he then realized he hadn't intended to step back; the Back-faced Woman and Ke'er had chosen to retreat.

The next second, a more formidable strangeness exuded its pressure, and the mass of clay slowly inched out of Ku Zai's mouth. Ku Zai's body was tensely rigid, his hands desperately clutching the chair's arms, nails nearly embedding into the wood, his mouth gaping in utter agony.

Splat!

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The entire mass of clay finally came out, falling onto the floor in front of Ku Zai.

The clay shifted and grew larger, a humanoid figure seemingly standing up from within it.

It was evident this was a man, burly in stature, covered entirely by the clay.

At this point, Junze noticed that against his will, his Semi-Spirit Body took another step back.

The Back-faced Woman and Ke'er—they were clearly frightened!

It seemed that even they could not face the creature before them.

Junze had never imagined that inside Ku Zai's body there would be another attached strangeness, and evidently the most powerful among them.

The clay man stretched out his hand with clay still dripping from his palm, opened his mouth towards Junze.

Inside was pitch black, like a bottomless abyss.

"If we really can't manage this, we'll have to rewind," thought Junze.

The emergence of the clay man was completely unexpected, and seeing no other option, Junze prepared to rewind and reconsider entering the refrigerated room another time.

Just as he was about to rewind, a crisp 'bang' sounded right beside him.

This was the sound of someone landing heavily on the ground after flying through the air at high speed.

A familiar sound, a familiar energy—turning his head, what he saw was also a familiar profile.

"Xiang Er?!" Junze was astounded.

"I just couldn't set my mind at ease," said Xiang Er with a stern expression, brows slightly furrowed, coldly staring at the clay man.

As she appeared, the man's extended arm retracted immediately; the clay around his body no longer moved but stood still.

Xiang Er's arms, which had been hanging down, slowly lifted as she stared at the clay man, but it was to Junze she said, "I've never fully released all my strength since merging with this female corpse. Now, I want to try."

As she spoke, her hair moved without any wind, floating up, her skin seeming to turn transparent, her veins and sinews visible.

A powerful presence spread out from Xiang Er, yet it directed solely towards the strangenesses surrounding Ku Zai.

Boom!

The already retreating creatures now rapidly dissipated, racing away to escape.

The clay man at the forefront had his feet quickly meld together into a rolling mass of clay that receded bit by bit.

Xiang Er had now risen off the ground, floating forward, pressing the clay man into retreat.

Gradually, she suspended next to the wooden chair where Ku Zai was seated before she stopped, the clay man silently watching everything unfold, making no move, retreating to a corner and directly merging into the wall.

Thud, a piece of clay fell to the ground—the last visible part of the man disappeared through the wall, vanishing without a trace.