I can rewind time to prevent death

Jialan rubbed her eyes and looked around as she lay in bed.

Her consciousness was already a bit unclear, and now she felt confused. Just moments ago, Shouguang had awakened her from outside the door, saying that Congcong was missing. Yet now, she clearly heard her son calling her.

"Congcong?"

Jialan tried to get up, but suddenly found that she couldn't move. Her whole body seemed no longer her own. Her consciousness was present, but she couldn't direct her arms and legs; she could only move her head above her neck.

Lying on the bed, she quickly broke into a cold sweat.

"Mom."

An ice-cold, emotionless voice sounded again.

This time, Jialan heard clearly that the voice was coming from her left.

And to her left was the edge of the bed; the voice seemed to be coming from underneath it.

At this time, during the dead of night, hiding under the bed and calling her—she knew without thinking that something was wrong. Moreover, Shouguang, who should've been by her side, was now nowhere to be seen. And with Jialan unable to move her entire body, she felt even more frightened.

She didn't reply but desperately tried to widen her eyes, turning her head towards the side of the bed with an expression of terror.

For a moment, she even doubted whether she was still dreaming and had not woken up.

"Mom."

Another haunting cry pulled Jialan back to reality.

Then she heard rustling noises from under the bed, as if someone was crawling on the ground.

Jialan was even more terrified; she desperately wanted to move her body, but her limbs wouldn't respond, only her head could move.

She wanted to shout for Shouguang, who had run downstairs, but feared alarming or even enraging the person under the bed.

At this moment, Jialan felt that the voice calling her "mom" no longer sounded like her son, Wan Cong, but like a stranger.

Soon, the rustling stopped.

Jialan's eyes were bulging out, staring rigidly at one side of the bed.

In the dim light, some hair appeared first from under the bed, revealing the top of a person's head.

The head kept emerging, forehead, eyebrows, and then the eyes.

Once these eyes appeared, the head stopped rising and remained still, silently gazing at Jialan.

At this point, Jialan's face had twisted with fear, she wanted to scream but felt as if something was blocking her throat. She could only make a clicking sound. Her limbs were tensed up, still unable to move, not even inching back on the bed.

She could see clearly that these eyes indeed belonged to her son, Wan Cong, but the pupils were blood red. In the dimly lit bedroom, the eyes looked as if they had gone entirely black, all pupil.

"Click, click, click, click..."

Jialan's throat continued to emit frightful and urgent sounds.

After a brief pause, the face next to the bed edge continued to rise, revealing the nose, then the upper lip.

However, it soon became apparent that something was wrong because the face never showed a lower lip. Instead, the mouth was wide open, stretched wide, seemingly split to the base of the ears.

Before long, the entire face fully appeared before Jialan, with Congcong's mouth stretched so wide, the teeth were not neatly arranged but were sharp like fangs, menacing and bizarre, just staring at her.

At this point, "Wan Cong" didn't stand up against the bed. Instead, after his head completely emerged, his body climbed onto the bed, sticking to the sheets and slowly approaching the immobile Jialan.

This sight nearly caused Jialan to collapse. She was trembling wildly due to extreme fear as she saw "Wan Cong" with that terrifying, gaping mouth getting closer.

Suddenly, she saw his two arms climbing onto the bed, limp but with strength to support his entire body, not like a person, but more like an animal.

Soon, his head was completely close to Jialan, the mouth exhaling a bone-chillingly cold breath, as if the temperature around had instantly dropped.

The lips approached Jialan's arm, covered by her nightgown, and the sinister red gaze was locked onto Jialan's eyes. Then the gaping mouth slowly closed, and the sharp, fang-like teeth pierced through the sleeve, sinking into Jialan's arm.

At that moment, intense pain coupled with extreme fear, Jialan's head tilted, and she fainted.

The biting teeth suddenly halted, blood flowed from between them, then the lips parted, and Congcong stood up from the bed, his chin covered in crimson.

Expressionless, he walked to the foot of the bed, reached out to grasp Jialan's ankle, and started dragging her out of the bedroom.

As he pulled the unconscious Jialan off the bed, her body landed on the floor with a thud, her head also getting knocked. However, Congcong seemed not to notice, continuing to drag her out of the bedroom without looking back.

The villa's first floor.

After running downstairs, Shouguang searched the living room with a flashlight, not finding Congcong. He checked the door locks of the living room, which showed no signs of having been opened. He then rushed to the kitchen, the servant's quarters, and the storeroom but still did not see his son.

With a puzzled face, he approached the door leading to the basement next to the staircase. He shone the flashlight and discovered that the basement door was ajar, not locked.

This basement usually contained some old books, Shouguang's collection of wines, and an old phonograph, among other old items he used and could not bear to throw away.