I can rewind time to prevent death

After spotting her at the school gate, Yan Junze deliberately spread his arms, making a motion as if to hug her.

Zhang Xiaomo's face turned red, and she, who was originally approaching at a brisk pace, quickly slammed on the brakes, gave him a white look, then glanced at Xiang Er, who was standing by with a grin, and at Ku Zai, who was in a state of bewildered confusion.

"This is Ku Zai, my newly taken underling," Yan Junze introduced.

Zhang Xiaomo nodded at Ku Zai and said to Yan Junze, "Why do I feel like you're more and more like a gang boss?"

Yan Junze laughed, "You know I wouldn't pick someone bad, right? You've already seen what Xiang Er is capable of when we encountered the Spirit Zhao Qi last time."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaomo looked surprised and gave Ku Zai another look, but she really couldn't see what was so special about the boy; she felt like she could probably blow him over with a single breath.

Could it be that he's the king of shamming injury?

After a few words, Xiang Er tactfully took Ku Zai and left, heading back to the rental house.

Yan Junze, on the other hand, was dragging Zhang Xiaomo around the outskirts of the school; it was still early, not yet time for dinner.

As they talked, Zhang Xiaomo realized that this guy kept leading her to places with fewer people, avoiding anywhere there were others.

Whenever there was a house by the road, Yan Junze would take her along a small path, avoiding it completely, and soon they arrived at a patch of weeds, surrounded by several tall banyan trees, which immediately darkened the surroundings.

Yan Junze, still holding Zhang Xiaomo's hand, continued walking into the weeds and stopped after about four or five minutes.

Once he was sure they wouldn't bump into anyone else in this place, Yan Junze turned around, rubbed his hands together, and smiled broadly.

This look completely overturned the favorable impression Zhang Xiaomo had of him in her mind.

"Is it… that urgent?" she thought to herself.

"Give me your magnetic knife," Yan Junze extended his hand.

"What?"

Zhang Xiaomo's first thought was: this guy probably wants to get cozy with me, but he's afraid I might not be able to accept it, and in a moment of impulsivity, I might draw my knife on him, so he wants to disarm me first.

"Your magnetic knife, let me try it," Yan Junze pointed to her small backpack.

Zhang Xiaomo's second thought was: this guy is quite smart, knowing I might not give him my magnetic knife, saying he just wants to try it himself—what's there for a Semi-spirit to try, really?

"Magnetic knives don't have complicated features like fingerprint unlocking, right? They should be usable by anyone, come on, lend it to me so I can make a couple of moves," Yan Junze continued.

Zhang Xiaomo's third thought came to her mind: Should I "lend" it or "not lend" it?

Yan Junze extended his hand, unaware of what this woman thought, just looking at her somewhat surprisingly, thinking to himself, I'm only borrowing your magnetic knife, why do you hesitate as if you're about to lose your virginity?

After a moment, Zhang Xiaomo bit her lip and stomped her right foot lightly, "The hell with it, here you go!"

The decision to hand over the magnetic knife to Yan Junze was the result of Zhang Xiaomo's intense internal struggle; it was no longer a simple matter of lending the knife.

She opened her backpack, took out her magnetic knife with its sheath, and handed it to Yan Junze with a red face.

After he took it, she felt her breathing become even more rapid, her heartbeat quickened, her eyes gently closed, and she leaned forward, slowly moving to meet what she anticipated next.

A moment later, there were no warm lips approaching her, no strong arms holding her. Instead, she heard the sound of someone brandishing a magnetic knife foolishly nearby, occasionally shouting as if a street performer on the go.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Yan the Big Fool waving her magnetic knife around without any technique, fiercely swinging it through the air. His posture was intimidating and his footwork was erratic, nearly chopping himself several times. His figure moved and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

"What, he can make such a ruckus with a magnetic knife?" Zhang Xiaomo was stunned.

Rubbing her eyes, she took a closer look and realized that the noise was coming from him "whooshing" breaths as he swung the knife, each swing accompanied by a breath, his movements and sounds perfectly in sync.

Never had Zhang Xiaomo seen anyone wield a knife and provide their own sound effects; this was a first for her.

"What are you doing? Having a seizure?"

After swinging for a while, Yan Junze, out of breath, stopped and looked at the magnetic knife, puzzled.

"Why isn't the magnetic knife reacting?"

"You think just anyone can use a magnetic knife?" Zhang Xiaomo came over, none too pleased.

Just now, her thoughts were running wild, but it turned out that Yan the Big Fool really just wanted to borrow her magnetic knife, without any other intentions.

Here she was, a beautiful woman right in front of him, in the middle of nowhere, being so actively cooperative, yet this guy had all his thoughts on the magnetic knife.

Zhang Xiaomo was speechless.

Yan Junze, oblivious to what he had missed in that brief moment, looked at Zhang Xiaomo in surprise and replied, "I feel that I can use the magnetic knife now."

Zhang Xiaomo looked astonished, "How do you feel that? You should know that my sensitivity to Magnetic Force is innate, and it took extensive training to be where I am now. Some Exorcists with one or two stars who naturally lack magnetic sensitivity need to activate it through their body's magnetic properties to resonate with the strangeness's magnetic field. And some novice Exorcists, no matter how much they activate it, still have a certain chance of never being able to use the magnetic knife."

Yan Junze nodded his head, lifted the magnetic knife and looked at it, then asked, "Tell me, how can I activate this magnetic knife like you did?"