I can rewind time to prevent death

Now, it seemed that the thin man wearing a duckbill cap was the teacher who taught Cheng Jingting how to nurture his spirit.

This also explained why he was able to find the hidden place of Cheng Jingting's soul.

Furthermore, if the thin man located Cheng Jingting's soul and let this guy possess a corpse to resurrect, it would definitely be unfavorable for Yan Junze in the future.

No matter what, things definitely could not continue to develop this way.

Yan Junze first denied continuing to play the remaining 768 ripple events, then issued the command for Butterfly Effect Stabilization.

The scene in front of him changed rapidly, returning to the moment when the Monster Spirit's shadow behind the thin man stretched out its hand, reaching for the cobblestone, and then the scene froze.

Then, it started playing again.

The Monster Spirit suddenly grasped the ordinary-looking cobblestone on the computer desk and crushed it with one squeeze.

However, this time, the moment the cobblestone was crushed, Cheng Jingting's shadowy soul whizzed out, moving at an incredibly fast speed.

The shadow frantically darted around the room like a headless fly, its flight path completely erratic, as if it might crash into a wall at any moment.

The Monster Spirit did not reach out to grab it again, and the thin man started muttering to himself, "What on earth did this guy encounter just now? He's been scared out of his wits."

Cheng Jingting's soul roamed wildly in the room for a moment and spoke to the thin man, "Yan Long, so you want to harm me as well?"

The thin man, furious and in a lowered voice, cursed, "You little brat, even daring to directly call your teacher by name, don't even think about me helping you possess a corpse to resurrect!"

"Hahaha..." The soul of Cheng Jingting laughed, and by the looks of it, he was seriously ill at that moment.

Just as the thin man Yan Long said, it seemed that Cheng Jingting had been scared out his soul, and his soul became fragmented.

However, although Yan Long said so, he still wanted to help his student. The tall Monster Spirit shadow that arose from his body reached out again towards Cheng Jingting's soul, attempting to take him away.

Who would have thought that at that moment, Cheng Jingting's soul flew to the window and with a whoosh, darted through the windowpane, disappearing without a trace.

Yan Long was taken aback, then shrugged his shoulders again, and talked to himself, "Get out, you little brat, if you want to leave so badly, just be a lonely ghost!"

As he shrugged his shoulders, the manifested Monster Spirit gradually shrank and slowly retracted into his body.

[The third Butterfly Effect has been stabilized.]

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze breathed a sigh of relief.

The scene before his eyes began to change again, and he knew this was the fourth and final Butterfly Effect of the "Great Rewind".

According to the previous hints from the Spacetime Atlas, if this fourth Butterfly Effect was not stabilized, it would pose a lethal threat to Yan Junze.

So, the moment the scene changed, Yan Junze immediately became alert. Once the scene stabilized, he looked intently and was stunned on the spot.

The scene before him was completely unfamiliar, not in the community or Cheng Jingting's home, but inside a spacious hall.

At first, Yan Junze was a bit puzzled, but upon seeing the arrangement in the hall, he immediately came to his senses.

At the back of the hall were rows of black and white banners_, with many yellow plastic flowers stuck on the wall, among which was a large "Offering" character; this was a Funeral Hall.

Directly beneath the "Offering" character, a coffin with a viewing window lay, it was currently powered on, and perhaps the cooling was set too high, as mist had formed inside, obscuring the view of the body.

Around the viewing coffin were large clusters of fresh flowers, and at the foot of the coffin stood two refined wooden tables with offerings, ingot-shaped candles, and other items. In the middle of the tables was a bowl of cooked, clean rice with three sticks of incense inserted in it.

These three sticks of incense would be replaced periodically to ensure the incense kept burning continuously.

In front of the tables were three cushions, and at this moment, someone was kneeling there, crying out loud in grief, while family members were nearby, receiving condolences.

Yan Junze stood in the Funeral Hall like an outsider, watching these people busily carry out their duties in an orderly manner, with a heavy atmosphere permeating the air.

In such an environment, even an outsider like him couldn't help but feel solemn.

Looking around, he realized this place was not just a Funeral Hall, but also likely inside a funeral home, as outside the hall's door, he could see across to another hall's door, but it was closed with apparently no one inside.

It was then that an information prompt popped up.

[Up next, begin stabilization of the fourth Butterfly Effect. Since this event involves more than three unstable strangeness factors, you will need to handle it personally.]

[Reminder: 1. You cannot appear in your true form during the Butterfly Effect Stabilization; 2. The Atlas will designate the best avatar for you based on the strangeness you have locked down, which will enter the scene via a Different Dimension space re-projection; 3. Do not interact with anyone in the scene; 4. You only have 500 points of Different Dimension Energy available for Rewind use.]

[Warning: Interacting with others is the worst course of action, likely causing unstable Butterfly Effect ripple events that cannot be stabilized. Besides this, Butterfly Effect Stabilization will automatically correct other minor ripple events.]

The information was somewhat overwhelming.

Yan Junze carefully read it over, especially the few lines in the reminder section, which he pondered over several times.

He could now guess that the fourth Butterfly Effect incident would occur inside the funeral parlor's Funeral Hall. He wondered what fatal threats would arise if he didn't address the issue?

As he was pondering, another piece of information popped up in his mind.

[After screening, Long-tongued Zhenzhen is in a state of chaos due to the strangenesses magnetic field and cannot be used; the Crawler Monster is disabled in its legs, inconvenient for free movement during the mission; after screening, the strange babies of various sizes are all suitable for use in Different Dimension space re-projection. Please choose?]
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At this moment, Yan Junze understood. He didn't hesitate and immediately chose the slightly larger strange baby.

[Host has selected the re-projection target. The Ripple event is expected to start in one hour...]

Having done this, Yan Junze turned his gaze toward one side of the Funeral Hall.

There, a group of men and women in mourning clothes sat; some were staring into space, others were quietly grieving, some younger ones were playing with their phones, and a few were speaking softly.

Dressed in hemp clothes, Cui Zhiyong sat alone in a corner, lighting a cigarette and taking puffs, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the direction of the coffin.

The person lying in that coffin was none other than his wife, Ren Susu.

Ren Susu had committed suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills, and the cause was not complicated—it all started with an argument with Cui Zhiyong. In a moment of anger, she took a path of no return.

In this Funeral Hall, Cui Zhiyong didn't know how many times he had already cried. At this moment, having only taken a few drags from his cigarette, he once again began to silently shed tears.

Cui Zhiyong's sister, Cui Xiaocan, sat opposite, gazing at him with a heart full of pity.

Ever since her sister-in-law passed away, she had seen her brother silently cry more than seven or eight times. She knew this silent grief represented the deepest pain. It was likely that Cui Zhiyong's heart was already dead, and when it came to self-blame, it had reached its extremity.

Cui Xiaocan gently hugged her brother's and sister-in-law's seven-year-old daughter, Yuanyuan, who was by now sleeping on her lap. Later, Cui Xiaocan would have to take Yuanyuan back to rest; she couldn't let the child get too tired.

The visitors who came to offer comfort were mostly friends. The Cui Family had few relatives, and with their parents gone, they only had this one sister, Cui Xiaocan.

The relatives of the late Ren Susu, who lived out of town, were overwhelmed upon arriving at the Funeral Hall and fainted, and were taken to the hospital. Considering the elders' health, their family hesitated to let them come again.

By 11:30 p.m., the only people left in the Funeral Hall were Cui Zhiyong and his good buddy Sun Guodong.

Sun Guodong was a decent person, busying himself and helping out. Without his arrangements, things here would not be as they were now.

After bidding farewell to the last few colleagues from their workplace, Sun Guodong poured a cup of hot water and sat down next to Cui Zhiyong, sipping the water.

Cui Zhiyong passed a cigarette over: "Thank you, brother!"

"Why mention it?" Sun Guodong waved his hand and pushed the cigarette back, "I'm not smoking anymore. I haven't rested well these past few days, and smoking hurts my throat."

"I won't say anything, but I'll remember your kindness," Cui Zhiyong patted Sun Guodong on the shoulder.

Sun Guodong grinned, took a sip of water, held the cup in both hands, and gazed at the ice coffin, recalling the days he spent with the couple. Just a couple of days ago, he saw a perfectly fine person, who was now gone suddenly.

Life is unpredictable.

At this time, Cui Xiaocan, who was sitting opposite, turned her head and glanced at her husband: "What time is it?"

"Almost midnight," her husband looked at his watch and said, "It will be cold for the child to sleep here. Let's go back. Big brother and his friend are here."

Cui Xiaocan glanced at Cui Zhiyong across from her, his expression fading, shook her head and said, "No, I'll stay here with big brother tonight. You take Yuanyuan back to rest."

"Then I'll stay too, to accompany them. Go on, I'll drive you and Yuanyuan home first. You both have a good night's rest, and I'll go back to sleep after you come over in the morning," Cui Xiaocan's husband said.

Cui Xiaocan stared blankly at her husband, her eyes filled with love, and without saying anything further, she simply nodded her head.

She knew her husband had been working late for the past couple of days and hadn't rested well. Although she felt reluctant to let him keep vigil here, it was a necessity.

Thinking of this, Cui Xiaocan reached out and gently patted the sleeping little girl on her lap: "Yuanyuan, come on, it's time to go. Let's go home and sleep."

Yuanyuan didn't respond.

Just then, Cui Xiaocan froze for a moment because she noticed that her husband was staring at Yuanyuan in amazement.

"She... isn't asleep," her husband said, pointing to the little girl on her lap.

Cui Xiaocan looked down and saw that Yuanyuan's eyes were wide open, staring intently at a certain part of the Funeral Hall.

Cui Xiaocan remembered that Yuanyuan had been asleep just now and didn't know when she had woken up; she was silent and her expression was unusual.

Following Yuanyuan's gaze, the couple saw someone squatting at the entrance of the Funeral Hall. It was a boy, about four or five years old, naked and squatting there, seemingly shivering from the cold.

"Quick, go check on him! Whose child is this?" Cui Xiaocan was startled and immediately called to her husband.