I can rewind time to prevent death

During his break, Yan Junze once again visited Zhang Xiaomo's adoptive father, Zhang Chengjing. In addition to bringing some gifts for the visit, he also had dinner at Zhang Chengjing's home.

In Zhang Chengjing's presence, he made a phone call to Zhang Xiaomo, and the conversation between the two was lively and harmonious.

Afterward, Yan Junze learned from Zhang Chengjing about the recent situation at Wan Shouguang's home.

Due to the misfortune his son encountered, and since Wan Shouguang had just led the team to overcome the research on the "Prohibition Illusion Helmet," the headquarters gave Wan Shouguang a long vacation, allowing him to rest well and adjust his mood.

Everyone initially thought the couple would go back to their hometown to stay for a while and talk with relatives and friends, hoping to get past this sad time quickly, but during this period, Wan Shouguang seemed to have gone nowhere and just stayed at home all the time.

After thinking it over, Yan Junze asked Zhang Chengjing to make another phone call to Wan Shouguang. Zhang Chengjing was indeed intending to inquire about the master craftsman's recent condition and did not refuse, quickly making the call.

However, the phone was switched off.

Zhang Chengjing pondered for a moment, found Liu Jialan's number in the phone book, and called her directly, letting Wan Shouguang come to the phone after the call connected.

From their brief conversation over the phone, Yan Junze could tell that Wan Shouguang was very polite to Zhang Chengjing, not showing any hint of superiority as a master craftsman.

After all, Zhang Chengjing was one of the founders of the Exorcist team, a veteran figure, so Wan Shouguang, even as a master magnetic knife craftsman, dared not take him lightly.

In the middle of their conversation, Zhang Chengjing pretended ignorance and asked, "The good friend I mentioned to you last time, has he contacted you?"

"Yes, we've already spoken over the phone..."

Wan Shouguang was about to continue when he was interrupted by Zhang Chengjing, "The young man might seek your help. I know it's been tough for you recently, but I'm still hoping you can make some time to help him out. A preliminary look is fine, and you can offer more help later if needed. Thank you!"

"Uncle Zhang, you're being too polite," Wan Shouguang said. "That's no problem, as long as it's within my power, I'll certainly be able to help him. It's just that..."

"Then thank you in advance. Oh, I have a guest over right now, so let's talk another day. I'll come to visit you soon." Zhang Chengjing spoke and immediately hung up the phone.

Yan Junze held back his laughter. He suddenly realized that he seemed to see the shadow of someone in Zhang Chengjing, very similar indeed.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Chengjing hung up the phone and then looked at Yan Junze with a smile, asking, "Why do you look at me with such an odd expression?"

Yan Junze laughed and quickly averted his gaze.

"It's settled then, based on my understanding of Wan Shouguang, you can find an opportunity to see him in the next couple of days. He will definitely receive you," Zhang Chengjing said. "If he thinks crafting the umbrella is not too complicated, he might be able to complete it within this month. But if it's overly complicated, it may still be as he told you before, not until next month."

"Alright, thank you, Uncle Zhang!" Yan Junze nodded.

...

In the outskirts of Huaying District, the Wan Family villa.

Their son "resurrected" in the early hours of the morning and returned home, causing Wan Shouguang and his wife not to rest well. It wasn't until daybreak that they finally slipped into a fitful sleep.

They didn't wake up until noon the next day. After the old couple got up, they found their son's bedroom door open but didn't see anyone inside.

After searching nearby and not finding Wan Cong, they were anxious when Wan Cong returned from the direction of his grave, expressionless and still limping as he walked.

"Where have you been?" Liu Jialan asked anxiously.

"Over there," Wan Cong said calmly, pointing behind him, then walked to a poolside in the courtyard, turned on the faucet, and slowly washed his hands under the icy cold water.

That's when Wan Shouguang noticed that his son's fingernails were all filled with dark soil.