I can rewind time to prevent death

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Fortunately, the piece of hard black material on his arm wasn't very big. He couldn't see anything unusual with the sleeves down, but it still greatly angered Cheng Jingting.

This was the backlash from the destruction of the nurtured spirit. You're lucky that the strength of the green child wasn't very strong; otherwise, his backlash could have been greater.

"Didn't expect him to be killed?!" Cheng Jingting muttered to himself as he lowered his sleeve, "Could he also be a spirit cultivator? Otherwise, how do you explain his consistent success in spirit exploration? Hmm, maybe he has a special method for exorcism."

However, Cheng Jingting wasn't worried. It was just the death of a child; no one would be able to trace it back to him.

He turned to look at a row of clay jars in the corner. Though there were over a dozen jars, there weren't many nurturing spirits inside; they were basically "food."

There were also two other children, but they hadn't taken shape at all.

For Cheng Jingting, his specialty was corpses, not genuine spirit nurturing, which he rarely dealt with. He only knew a bit about the methods.

In past video tutorials, he had essentially just orally shared the basic methods of spirit nurturing, allowing potential spirit cultivators scattered throughout Great Capital Huaying to experiment with these methods.

Now that the child had been eliminated and he had suffered a backlash, it put him in a very bad mood.

The woman in the pajamas who had been following him couldn't stay long in the clay jar vacated by the child. She wasn't tamed at all – if let out, she would still think of harming him at any moment.

Knock, knock, knock...

There came a knock at the door.

Cheng Jingting frowned and stood up to go to the door. He looked through the peephole and his expression darkened.

The knocking continued.

Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly got an idea, turned back into the room, and fetched a clean disposable paper cup. He walked over to the row of jars, opened one, scooped out some black paste, and placed it into the cup.

After setting the cup aside, the intermittent knocking still hadn't stopped, as if it would continue indefinitely if the door wasn't opened.

At that moment, Cheng Jingting's expression became very natural as he reached the door and opened it.

Outside stood the same woman in the earthy yellow dress, looking haggard.

Upon seeing Cheng Jingting open the door, she immediately asked, "My child, have you seen my child?" Experience new stories on empire

Cheng Jingting put on a smile, "This is your 38th time asking me. Hmm, I think I might have seen him."

The woman had been asking everyone in the neighborhood every day, to the point where everyone was tired of her. But she was persistent, almost crazily searching, and although everyone's answers disappointed her, she never thought of giving up.

This time, she didn't expect to get a completely surprising answer from a neighbor, and her usually dull and lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.

"You... You saw my child? You saw Little Su Jie? Where is he?"

"Come in, come inside and I'll tell you," Cheng Jingting said with a smile, pulling the door open a bit more.

The woman, not thinking anything else, hurried inside.

The door closed behind her.

Cheng Jingting invited the young mother to sit down on a cloth sofa, saying, "You must be tired from looking for your child every day. Sit down for a moment; I'll pour you some hot tea."

Turning his back to her, he picked up the cup that had already been prepared, filled with black paste, added some tea leaves, and poured hot water in, swirling the cup a few times.

The black paste dissolved quickly in the hot water, leaving the water cloudy. At first glance, it didn't look much different from steeped tea.

He placed the cup in front of the woman and sat down opposite her, his eyes smiling, "Have a sip of hot water, and then I'll tell you about my encounter with Little Su Jie."

"Mhm, thank you." The haggard-looking woman picked up the cup.

The strong tea flavor couldn't mask another scent in the water, but she was so preoccupied that she didn't notice it. After blowing on it twice, she quickly took a sip.

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Cheng Jingting's brows relaxed, and he fixed her with a chuckling gaze...

...

For a whole week, Yan Junze didn't leave the house, focusing solely on nursing his body back to health.

The first activation of the "Fake Spirit Body" had cost him dearly. Though it didn't kill him, it seemed to have damaged various bodily functions, especially the supply of blood.

Even now, his complexion was still somewhat pale.

Yan Junze believed that he, as a "Semi-spirit," would probably maintain this pale complexion for a long time to come.

A week later, he took the opportunity to go out, deposited the 200 thousand cash into his own account, and then transferred 50 thousand to his mother Li Man's account.

He couldn't transfer too much for the first time; otherwise, his parents would still be suspicious. In the future, he would transfer money regularly to prove that his high income was stable and to ease their worries.

After wandering the streets for half a day, remembering that he hadn't visited Aunt Mei for a while, Yan Junze bought a large number of candles and returned to FH Community.

On the way, he stared at the candles in his hand, incredulously thinking it was fortunate his main diet was blood, not candles. Otherwise, what an experience it would be to gnaw on candles all day.

On second thought, Zhang Xiaomo had said that there might be other Spirit Cultivators who could be Semi-spirits, and their main diet might be beyond his understanding, possibly even more bizarre.

Reaching the underground parking garage, Yan Junze walked straight into the southeast corner's utility room, arms full of candles, and called out, "Aunt Mei, Aunt Mei, I've brought candles for you and the strange babies."

Whoosh... Whoosh...

Two strange babies rushed out from inside a room, one of them grabbing the plastic bag full of candles from Yan Junze; he quickly let go, and the strange babies, one after the other, dragged the candles into the back room.

Soon after came the sounds of tearing plastic and chewing.

Next second, Aunt Mei, with her elongated limbs and bloated body, staggered out of the back room's door, maintaining her friendly smile as she looked at Yan Junze.

"Aunt Mei, how have you been these past few days?" Yan Junze asked with a cheeky grin.

Suddenly, he noticed the smile fading from Aunt Mei's face, slowly disappearing.

Then Aunt Mei extended her arm, which grew longer and longer. Her body didn't move, but her arm reached across the outer room, almost the entire distance of the room, and rested on Yan Junze's shoulder.

Yan Junze was startled, not daring to move or resist, merely looking at the hand on his shoulder and then back at Aunt Mei in amazement.

"You've changed."

Corpse Granny's lips didn't move, yet this was the first time he heard her speak, as if the words were echoing directly in his mind.

"You... can you speak?" Yan Junze asked in surprise.

Corpse Granny nodded, but her lips remained still, her voice once again resonating in Yan Junze's mind: "Spirit Body... dangerous... refrain from using."

"Shit," Yan Junze was stunned, "Aunt Mei, you can tell I've become a 'Semi-spirit'? Yes, the Fake Spirit Body, I triggered it accidentally a few days ago."

"Refrain from using... otherwise... True Spirit," Corpse Granny's voice was intermittent, "No cure... possible."

"That's serious?" Yan Junze was shocked.

Corpse Granny's words were concise, implying that if he used the Fake Spirit Body repeatedly, then Yan Junze might become a true strangeness, and there would be no cure for him.

In fact, ever since the first activation of the Fake Spirit Body, Yan Junze himself had the feeling that he could trigger it again at any moment, if he wished, given his current condition.

But he was equally worried that this thing seemed to have no benefits for him, just as Zhang Xiaomo had said, if triggered too frequently, there were bound to be severe consequences.

"Aunt Mei, this Fake Spirit Body was planted by that Sculpting Spirit strangeness that you met last time. Do you have any way to remove it?" Yan Junze eagerly inquired.

Corpse Granny shook her head; however, she still uttered two words: "Neutralize it."