I can rewind time to prevent death

He paused, then added, "At least not for now."

As a master craftsman of magnetic knives for Exorcism, Wan Shouguang's house was highly secure; any form of strangeness would be quickly reported to headquarters as soon as it appeared.

At that time, patrolling Exorcists nearby, as well as those stationed at various key units, would swarm to the scene.

Moreover, the house was stocked with some anti-strangeness magnetic energy devices. For instance, there were four sets of Magnetic Shielding Clothes and over ten Strangeness Interferers. Just grabbing one could handle the situation for a while, enough time for other Exorcists to come to the rescue.

Of course, such situations were only for emergencies, and the likelihood of such an event occurring here was very, very slim.

The third day after burying their son was fast approaching, and it was impossible for the couple to say they weren't nervous.

Wan Shouguang had been psyching himself up, although when talking to his wife, he sounded confident; deep down, he had no real confidence at all.

After all, the stray dog's resurrection was just the first case he encountered. What if it didn't work afterwards?

There were too many unknowns, too many uncertainties. They did everything they could; now, aside from praying for their son's resurrection, the old couple could do nothing more.

During dinner that evening, both were preoccupied, the food they put into their mouths as tasteless as wax.

After a while, Wan Shouguang muttered to himself, "I'll go check that place first thing tomorrow morning. What if our son wakes up and can't climb out because the soil is too thick?"

"I'll go with you," Liu Jialan nodded.

Due to their anxiety, the couple couldn't bring themselves to do anything and prepared to go to bed early.

Both maintained silence, brushing their teeth and washing their faces, each doing their own thing. Although someone was moving around, the house was eerily quiet.

Wan Shouguang lay in bed for a long time, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Liu Jialan also lay with eyes open, staring at the faint yellow light from the streetlamp reflecting through the window, lost in thought.

Time passed, the night outside the window grew denser, the air becoming colder.

Wan Shouguang picked up a book about mechanical structures and flipped through it, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. He put the book back on the nightstand and sighed softly.

He felt cold sweat in his palms, a sense of inexplicable tension swirling in his heart. This feeling had lingered since noon today, persisting until now.

He believed his wife must be feeling the same way.

Glancing at the time, it was already past midnight. This wouldn't do; they had to check on their son under the big tree in the forest early tomorrow and needed to get enough sleep.

Determined, Wan Shouguang decided to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. He told Liu Jialan, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll turn off the bedroom light when I get back, so let's get some sleep early."

Liu Jialan didn't answer; she just turned to glance at him.

Just as he finished urinating and came out, there was a sudden, crisp sound from downstairs.

Wan Shouguang was startled, looking up at Liu Jialan, who was lying in bed looking back at him.

"Could there be a burglar?" Liu Jialan sat up in bed, looking somewhat panicked and grabbed her phone.

"Don't call just yet," Wan Shouguang stopped her, "I'll go down and take a look. Give me my electric baton and a Strangeness Interferer."

Liu Jialan got out of bed, opened the closest wardrobe, took out the two items, and handed them to him.

"You take a Strangeness Interferer too," Wan Shouguang instructed, "And only call the police when I tell you to."

"Okay."

Holding the items, Wan Shouguang stepped out of the master bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs, looking down.

He turned on the light, instantly brightening the villa, but at the same time, another crisp sound came from below, like the sound of dishes and bowls clashing.

"Is something eating? An animal? Could it be that stray dog from the other day has come back?" Wan Shouguang thought of several possibilities in an instant.

Carefully walking down the stairs, his hand gripping the electric baton, thumb on the switch ready to turn it on at a moment's notice.

In his other hand, he held a Strangeness Interferer, ready to respond whether the noise was caused by a person or some strangeness.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner, Wan Shouguang took a deep breath and then tensed up sharply.

He saw a man in a cotton suit, pale-faced, sitting on the dining table with his side facing him, his limbs stiff, movements sluggish, grabbing the cold leftovers from their dinner, and stuffing them into his mouth, bite by bite.

Wan Shouguang stared blankly at the man's face for a long time before he could squeeze out two words, "Cong... Cong?!"

The man, who had been shoveling food into his mouth, suddenly halted. His neck, extremely stiff, lifted his head with a creaking noise, looking toward Wan Shouguang with murky eyes, silent.

At a loss, Wan Shouguang didn't know what to do, whether to approach or retreat.

After a standoff, the man's lips moved slightly, and a very dry voice emerged, "Dad..."