I can rewind time to prevent death

The bedroom door was still being opened, and the door, of excellent quality, didn't make a sound.

Wan Shouguang's heart was pounding like a drum at this moment; he strained his eyes trying to see who was opening the door, but even though it was already open a third of the way, he couldn't make out any figure—just the pitch-black darkness of the hallway outside.

The rustling sound arose at the doorway, drawing closer as if it had entered the bedroom.

Wan Shouguang could hear his own heart racing; he tensed up, daring not to move, for fear of startling the person opening the door in the dark.

His right hand moved slowly forward, touching Liu Jialan, who was still deep in sleep, and he gently pushed her but failed to wake her up.

Lately, Jialan had indeed been very tired, both mentally and physically exhausted. Ever since Wan Cong's "Resurrection," she had been constantly worried and had been running herself ragged. For some reason, she slept unusually heavily tonight.

Wan Shouguang decided not to bother his wife anymore; his hand withdrew at an extremely slow pace, reaching for the Magnetic Knife Shrapnel under the pillow.

The bedroom door stopped moving, and no one seemed to have entered, but the rustling noise had now risen inside the room, gradually approaching the foot of the master bedroom bed.

"Could it be... the intruder isn't human? Invisible?"

Wan Shouguang felt a surge of alarm and uncertainty, continuously guessing in his mind.

Just then, the foot of the bed shook slightly as if something had crawled atop it.

Wan Shouguang immediately looked up and, using the dim light from the street lamp outside the window, could vaguely make out an indistinct shape emerging from the end of the bed.

No longer feigning sleep, he sat up abruptly only to see a crawling creature on the floor at the end of the bed.

This creature was a blur, as if it had no definite shape, and being in the dark, he couldn't see it clearly.

Wan Shouguang's left hand found the flashlight by the pillow and immediately turned it on, shining it at the creature. Upon seeing it clearly, he was suddenly frightened to the bone.

Under the flashlight beam, it was indeed a crawling creature, headless, with a body like a puddle of mud, awkwardly propped there. It wriggled incessantly against the bedsheet at the end of the bed, its broken neck bent upward.

No blood was flowing from the broken neck—just a pitch-black stain.

This was clearly the corpse of the stray dog he had killed last time!

Though its bones were nearly crushed to dust and its flesh smashed beyond recognition, it had become this distorted and was still able to appear as if it could never die.

When the flashlight beam hit it, the strangely shaped crawling mass quickly turned and headed for the bedroom door, moving across the floor like a lump of rotten flesh.

Frightened beyond words, Wan Shouguang, in a panic, activated the Magnetic Knife Shrapnel.

From the black box in his hand, a shadowy, reduced version of the magnetic knife shot out at high speed, cutting through the crawling creature that had made it to the doorway.

The creature was directly sliced in half; the lower half of its rotten flesh was still wriggling on the floor while the upper half had flown out of the bedroom without a sound.

Wan Shouguang didn't even bother to put on slippers, he just chased out barefoot, holding the Magnetic Knife Shrapnel.

This time, with the damage from the magnetic knife, the misshapen stray dog was cut in two and no longer moved; the upper body had been thrown down the corridor, falling into the living room below.

Wan Shouguang, barefoot, went out into the corridor and glanced sideways to find his son's bedroom door was open. He hurried to the doorway and looked inside—the light was on, but there was nobody there.

He turned back and looked downstairs.

Just then, the light that had been on snapped off.

Wan Shouguang tried turning on the lights for the whole villa, to no avail, and couldn't help calling out, "Congcong?"

The room, including the pitch-black downstairs, was hard to see clearly even while holding the flashlight and standing there.

He glanced back into the master bedroom; a sweep of the flashlight revealed that Jialan was still sleeping. His anger flared as he shouted, "Jialan, get up, Wan Cong is missing."

Having said that, Wan Shouguang took the flashlight and thumped downstairs.

Jialan finally came to, groggily awakening from deep sleep. After being roused by Shouguang, she felt as though she were still dreaming, and her consciousness didn't clear immediately.

Upon waking and seeing that there was nobody beside her, she then remembered that it seemed like Shouguang had been calling her.

"Congcong... missing?" Jialan ultimately began to sober up.

Just then, a voice came from beneath her bed, not loud, but crystal clear to the person above.

"Mom."