I can rewind time to prevent death

Zhang Chengjing's words had just left his mouth when everyone immediately reacted.

No one had expected it—how could they have just seen news on television about the appearance of a Spirit Bridge, and now, an event was happening right here in Shuntian City at that very instant?

Yet, not a single person could have known that the source of this Spirit Bridge was none other than the crossroads of Zhulin Road on the outskirts of Shuntian City—the very place where Yan Junze had initiated the Great Rewind to save the Back-faced Woman and Ke'er and her mother.

Before the appearance of the Spirit Bridge in Shuntian City, at the entrance of the shopping mall on Minjian Road in Tianmeng City, a naked young man fused with three bodies stood, gazing at another young man slowly approaching, patiently waiting for him to come closer.

This fourth young man was coming from Huaying District.

He seemed to only take a step forward, but each step somehow shrank the distance across multiple streets in an instant. At times, his foot never touched the ground, as if he was treading on the dark mist of the Spirit Bridge itself, quickly nearing the mall entrance.

The young man standing at the entrance raised his head to look at him, and as the two drew close, their forms swiftly merged into one, making the young man's body appear more solid.

This time, he did not stay near the mall entrance but instead turned and began walking in the direction of Shuntian City.

It was at that very moment, at the crossroads of Zhulin Road in Shuntian City, that the Spirit Bridge started to rise. A young man enshrouded in shadow, who had been waiting there, began to move, heading toward the direction of FH Community.

Above his head, a streak of dark mist soared into the air, morphing into the embryonic shape of a Spirit Bridge which extended along the path he walked.

...

FH Community.

Upon hearing Zhang Chengjing's words, Yan Daguo trembled all over and immediately shouted downstairs: "Everyone, get into the house now! Shut all doors and windows! Hide yourselves!"

The people downstairs, despite not knowing what was happening, were already terrified by the scene outside. At that moment, hearing Yan Daguo's warning, nobody hesitated—they hurried back inside, slammed doors shut, locked windows, drew curtains, all in one seamless motion.

The Yan Family did the same.

However, only Yan Daguo, Li Man, and Luo Wenli returned indoors; Yan Junze, Zhang Xiaomo, and Zhang Chengjing stayed in the hallway outside for the time being.

Those inside only closed doors and windows but left the curtains undrawn so they could observe the situation outside more clearly. After all, with the appearance of the Spirit Bridge, there was no telling how severe things could get, and their concern for those outside was inevitable.

At that moment, Zhang Chengjing's gaze tightened, directing his attention to the first floor as he asked in surprise: "Is that an entity of strangeness?"

Following his gaze, Yan Junze saw Aunt Mei emerging from the underground parking garage. She was now standing in the garden outside, her back turned to them and facing the community gate.

"It's fine, Uncle Zhang. I know her." Yan Junze quickly said, "Um, I'll go down and check. Uncle Zhang, why don't you and Xiaomo head back inside first."

"No way! I'll go with you!" Zhang Xiaomo firmly shook her head.

Zhang Chengjing added, "Let's all go together. From the formation pattern of the Spirit Bridge, its direction seemingly leads right here."

The three of them hurried downstairs, Yan Junze taking the lead toward Aunt Mei.

Standing motionless on the garden path, Aunt Mei's bulky figure resembled a statue. Upon hearing steps behind her, she turned her head to reveal a familiar face adorned with a kindly smile.

For no apparent reason, seeing her somewhat eerie smile helped Yan Junze's heart settle slightly.

All along, Aunt Mei had honored her promises with unwavering dedication, repaying Yan Junze for his past help without fail.

Today was no exception. While she was still in the underground parking lot earlier, she had sensed an enormous looming threat. Acting instinctively, she had come to stand at the forefront.

Although Yan Junze knew Aunt Mei could only use tremors to deliver her voice directly into his mind—a method that strained her physical body—there was no time to be concerned about such things in the present desperate situation.

He spoke, "Aunt Mei, what have you discovered?"

Aunt Mei hesitated briefly, then disregarded caution, replying in a tremulous voice in Yan Junze's mind: "A strange entity is approaching—very powerful."

"Is it the Spirit Bridge?" Yan Junze asked.

Aunt Mei shook her head, "No. The strange entity is beneath the Spirit Bridge, but its target is fixed on this place."

Yan Junze looked toward the community gate in astonishment. Meanwhile, pedestrians on the street outside could be seen sprinting hurriedly past, clearly alarmed by the changes in the sky. One after another, they rushed home in a panic.

By now, Zhang Chengjing and Zhang Xiaomo had approached Aunt Mei as well. Aunt Mei did not retreat but instead turned her head a full 180 degrees to look at the two.

Knowing her close relationship with Yan Junze, Zhang Chengjing no longer showed any intention of acting against her and merely said, "The sense between strange entities is always the most acute. Madam, what can you perceive?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chengjing's body jolted in surprise as Aunt Mei's voice abruptly resonated in his mind, catching him off guard.

"The Spirit Bridge was brought forth by it," Aunt Mei answered calmly, "It's extremely strong—none of us can face it."

With that, Aunt Mei turned her gaze back to Yan Junze: "You need to… flee now! Run as far as you can! But its speed—it's already closing within five kilometers. Catching up to you is only a matter of time."

"Why is this entity targeting us?" Yan Junze asked, puzzled, as the image of the True Word Demon surfaced in his mind.

Aunt Mei shook her head, "I don't know, but on it, I detect your scent—very familiar, very similar!"