I can rewind time to prevent death

The Possession Spirit was attempting to force itself into Yan Junze's body from Zhang Tiantian's when, during the process of possession, the host would temporarily become rigid.

As a result, even though Yan Junze was holding the doorknob, he felt as if his entire body was immobilized and couldn't turn the knob.

Meanwhile, the person outside trying to come in also found the doorknob as if it had been frozen; it simply wouldn't turn.

Therefore, the person outside kicked the door directly.

This person was very strong, needing only one kick to send the office door lock flying off, and Yan Junze was thrown to one side by the suddenly kicked-open door, causing the Possession Spirit's attempt to enter his body to fail.

A cold breath once again returned inside Zhang Tiantian.

Zhang Tiantian, who had been laying down like a mummy, stood up rigidly and lunged toward the man in white who had kicked open the door.

Bang!

Visible ripples spread out, and the button disappeared.

The energy from these ripples had already surged into Zhang Tiantian's body; following that, a white breath was forced out of her body by the translucent ripples, pushed back in front of the fourth row of desks.

In front of the desk, a pile of test papers burst apart with a puff, revealing the true form of the white entity, a lean creature covered with white fur.

If this thing stood still it would resemble a white, moldy stick.

However, at this moment, the "stick" was trembling continuously, emitting a wheezing sound like a wounded animal, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

Whoosh!

The limbs of the Possession Spirit suddenly folded quickly, moving through the desk to reach the window. Right under Yan Junze's eyes, it forcefully squeezed itself into the gap in the window, escaping to the outside.

"It's running away!" Yan Junze couldn't help but shout.

"I can't kill it," shrugged the man in white, showing no intention of chasing after it, but instead crouched down to look at Yan Junze lying on the ground, "Are you a student? What are you doing in the office?"

Yan Junze was certain that this guy was probably the Exorcist.

When supernatural events occurred at the school, they needed no queue to handle; these Exorcists really ran fast, arriving at the scene within ten minutes.

"It was Teacher Zhang... Teacher Zhang asked me to bring... the test papers over," Yan Junze got up, noticed he'd only torn his pants and hadn't been injured, and pointed towards Zhang Tiantian's desk.

On the desk, there was a stack of test papers that Zhang Tiantian had just been marking.

The man in white said nothing, stood up, walked over to the unconscious Zhang Tiantian, checked for her breathing with his hand, and then walked out of the office.

After a short while, he returned, and the sound of numerous footsteps could be heard at the staircase. Clearly, Principal Jiang, Director Shen, and other teachers had received the news and were swarming up.

"You're lucky," the man in white told Yan Junze to rest on the couch, "If I had arrived a bit later, it would have entered your body."

No sooner had he spoken than people from the school flooded into the office.

Principal Jiang's face was etched with panic, as he looked at Zhang Tiantian lying on the ground, horror struck by the ballpoint pen lodged in her eye socket, then his gaze shifted to the man in white and his very own student, Yan Junze, and his anxious expression turned to one of confusion.

"Teacher Zhang asked me to bring the test papers over," Yan Junze took the initiative to speak, "Just now... just now she suddenly went crazy and almost... killed me."

"Ah, Yan Junze?!" A plump middle-aged, greasy-looking male teacher stepped forward, staring at Yan Junze with a shock that could not hide his concern.

This was Teacher Xiang Decai of Senior Three (5) class; he had been focusing on Zhang Tiantian lying on the ground and had not noticed Yan Junze was also in the office.

"He's fine now, just scared," the man in white answered for Yan Junze and patted Junze's shoulder, pointing to Zhang Tiantian on the floor and saying, "Don't move her, being possessed by a Possession Spirit for more than fifteen minutes, she will be completely delirious even if she wakes up, and whether she can recover is still uncertain."

"Ah! What should we do?" Principal Jiang became agitated, momentarily forgetting about Yan Junze's presence.

"We will have someone come to take her away in a while, and notify her family," the man in white said calmly, walking towards Zhang Tiantian's desk while explaining, "In the past month, over thirty people in Shuntian City have been mentally affected due to Possession Spirit invasions, averaging about one person a day. We have a specialized recovery facility to offer them a chance of recovery, so don't worry too much."

As he spoke, the man in white casually flipped through the test papers, now scattered across the desk, and picked up Zhang Tiantian's cellphone.

He then lifted the receiver from the desk phone, pressed a button, listened for a moment, and hung up.

The following events were no longer Yan Junze's concern. Around five minutes later, he walked out of the office with Teacher Xiang's support, sat for a while in the security office, and drank a cup of hot water.

Teacher Xiang was indeed very concerned about his student, bombarding Yan Junze with questions, fearing any issue with his health, but his habit of smoking and drinking all year round made it rather unbearable for Yan Junze.

After sitting in the security office for about five minutes, Yan Junze felt like he was about to throw up.

At that moment, an Ikewei car drove out from the direction of the school office building and passed by the security office; Yan Junze saw quite clearly that the exorcist in the white suit was sitting in the co-driver's seat.

Zhang Tiantian, who had fallen into a coma, was surely in the back of the car. Poor Zhang Tiantian, having suffered such a fate, it was unknown how long her mental disarray would last.

Yan Junze was still hoping that the moment he had blocked the injury to her eye had not caused too much damage.

"Teacher Xiang, I'm fine now; I can go home by myself," Yan Junze stood up, ready to leave.

Teacher Xiang said, "I'll arrange something for you tomorrow. When you come to school, Teacher Sun will provide you with psychological counseling. The incident is over, and the college entrance exam is imminent; make sure not to feel any pressure."

"Mm, thank you, teacher," Yan Junze bowed, feeling that even the overpowering halitosis couldn't conceal Teacher Xiang's care and affection for his students.

Once out of the school, Yan Junze wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously and realized he had forgotten to take off his sweater.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he felt a tight sensation around his legs, and immediately someone climbed onto his back with practiced ease, then remained still.

A chill spread out, penetratingly cold, uplifting the spirit.

Ke'er, who had been unaccounted for until now, finally returned.