I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 817 - 458: The Power of Yao Long

Chapter 817: Chapter 458: The Power of Yao Long

“You are…” Zhang Xiaomo looked at Ning Ji in astonishment, “Lantern Woman?”

In this place, under these circumstances, she almost didn’t recognize this familiar old face from Mo Family Village at first glance.

“Yan Junze sent me.” The Lantern Woman nodded gently, smiling.

Zhang Xiaomo stared at her in shock, not understanding when this woman had become so close with Yan Junze.

But a bigger question arose swiftly, “What exactly is going on here? Why is the Lantern Woman here?”

The sound of footsteps came from the direction of the spiral staircase, and soon a man ascended to the floor, standing at the top of the stairs.

“Xiaomo, let’s go.” The man spoke up.

Zhang Xiaomo turned around and saw Yan Junze standing by the spiral staircase, smiling and reaching out his hand to her.

“He is real.” The Lantern Woman said with a smile.

“What is… going on?” Zhang Xiaomo looked at Yan Junze, then back at the Lantern Woman, and once more towards Yan Junze.

She had a feeling, an instinctive trust in Yan Junze that she saw now; her intuition wouldn’t lie, this Yan Junze was the real one.

But still…

“You are now in your own dream.” Yan Junze said, “Come over here, let’s talk after we wake up.”

“Oh.” At this moment, Zhang Xiaomo fell into a dazed, cute state, walking over blankly and taking Yan Junze’s hand.

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A faint warmth from the palm of his hand brought a growing sense of calm to her heart.

She looked at the man beside her, mmhmm, this had to be real, the one who made her lose three hours of sleep in the dead of night.

Yan Junze, holding Zhang Xiaomo’s hand, smiled at the Lantern Woman: “Ning Ji, we’re going to take off first.”

The Lantern Woman bowed slightly from where she stood.

Zhang Xiaomo glanced at the white lantern that the woman was holding.

The two turned and walked down the stairs, Zhang Xiaomo quietly asked Yan Junze, “Does she still hold her husband’s head in her hand?”

“Always has been.” Yan Junze nodded.

“Is there still any grudge between them now?” Zhang Xiaomo’s curiosity was through the roof at this moment.

Yan Junze suddenly stopped, looked into her eyes, and said, “The grudge was indeed enormous at the beginning, but now I feel that Jia Sheng only seems fierce on the surface. In reality, he has already forgiven Ning Ji for what she did, considering he himself was not without fault.”

“This is what they call ‘fated adversaries.’ It’s not that adversaries are fated to meet.” Zhang Xiaomo revealed a smile, then asked again, “Is she hiding in my dreams?”

“No, it’s my dream.” Yan Junze explained, “I allowed her into your dreams, otherwise you might have been in danger.”

By this time, the two of them had already descended the stairs, standing on the first floor.

Xiaomo asked with surprise, “Then why haven’t we woken up yet?”

“Because…” Yan Junze looked up at the floor above, smiling, “Ning Ji is listening to our conversation.”

“Ah!” Xiaomo immediately covered her mouth, her face turning embarrassed.

On the second floor corridor.

Ning Ji’s expression was calm, her pale cheeks lowered slightly, her gaze fixed on the lantern she was holding.

The white lantern had once again transformed into Jia Sheng’s head, and at this moment he was looking up, no longer with his usual ferocious expression, instead he was gazing back at Ning Ji.

The next second, Zhang Xiaomo woke up.

She found herself half-reclined on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, feeling a bit groggy, and slowly sat up straight, seeing Yan Junze right beside her.

Yan Junze also had just sat up, without a word, he immediately knocked over the two steaming cups of coffee on the table, spilling coffee all over it, then grabbed a few newspapers nearby to cover up the spill and the steam.

“It might have been these two cups of coffee that made us fall asleep unwittingly.” Yan Junze explained, “The strangeness looking for replacements found that the Exorcist has come and knowing they cannot confront us in reality, they designed to trap us in their treacherous dreams, planning to kill both of us in the dream.”

For an Exorcist, without carrying specialized equipment, the kind of strangeness that can enter dreams is what they fear the most.

Because such strangeness cannot be handled in conventional ways, if it hadn’t been for Yan Junze, they might have fallen victim to the treacherous plot of the strangeness looking for replacements to be killed off entirely in their dreams.

Zhang Xiaomo seemed to understand, “So you mean, Xiao Yuanrui who served us coffee just now…”

“Is probably more bad luck than good.” Yan Junze took over.

“But how were you able to enter my treacherous dream?” Zhang Xiaomo was puzzled.

Yan Junze pointed to the toppled coffee cups on the table, “Because after I woke up, I smelled your cup of coffee.”

Zhang Xiaomo suddenly realized.

Based on speculation, those several strangenesses looking for replacements had all appeared in the dream just now, and if everything had gone as expected, the Lantern Woman would have taken care of them all. So the probability of their existence in reality now was very low.

The two immediately split up to search the house, and quickly obtained results.

The body of the homeowner Xiao Yuanrui was found in the walk-in closet on the second floor, dressed just as when the two had first entered the house.

The body of the lady of the house, Gao Ruolan, was still in the master bedroom on the second floor, clutching a stuffed bear toy, but there was a jagged mess of flesh and blood on her chest, she must have died from the night they first embraced the wrong child.

The nanny was not spared either, her body discovered in the kitchen, she might have entered the house the next day, not noticing the anomaly upstairs, but entered the kitchen as usual to make breakfast, only to be killed by the strangeness.

Thankfully, Xinxin was found in a wardrobe of the third bedroom, the little one curled up completely covered by clothes in a corner, merely unconscious and not in life-threatening danger.