I can rewind time to prevent death

At this moment, Di Zhiwen's words seemed quite childish; he was obviously displaying the behavior of someone who had suddenly become disoriented after encountering terror.

Now, he urgently needed to find someone to rely on, and clearly, Yan Junze was that person.

But if the strangeness was the flight attendant's doing, then it's very likely she sneaked onto this flight at the airport. After all, no one would guess that just below, in the cargo hold, a flight attendant had just died a horrific death in an accident.

The probability of such an event occurring was indeed very low.

Yan Junze was also guessing that, if even the jaw had fallen off, it might be a flight attendant who just got off work, had a car accident, and then, after becoming a strangeness, ran back to the place where she used to work.

"Hmm, a three-star Exorcist is holding the magnetic knife, it's alright, he's here."> Yan Junze nodded, "But Professor, don't wander around for the time being, just sit tight next to me, we will arrive at our destination in a little over an hour."

"I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere," said Di Zhiwen, scared out of his wits, and immediately shook his head like a tambourine.

At this moment, inside the passenger cabin, there was not a single flight attendant in sight; they must have been notified to go to their work area.

In the catering area.

Duan Ning, dressed in black sportswear, had his magnetic knife lying horizontally on the dining table in front of him, staring intently at the airplane staff.

Except for the copilot from the cockpit who hadn't come over, the rest of the crew, including the captain, flight attendants, and air marshals, was mostly present, and the captain was currently counting heads.

Though Duan Ning was watching them, his thoughts lingered on the scene where he had just chopped off the strangeness of that flight attendant.

As a three-star Exorcist, Duan Ning didn't know how many strangenesses he had cut down. Although the strike just now seemed no different from cutting other strangenesses, at the moment when he made his move, he found that his magnetic knife wasn't exerting much effort, feeling somewhat light.

However, Duan Ning was quite sure that he had indeed killed the flight attendant strangeness, but the feeling was different, he wasn't sure if it was an illusion or if there really was some slight perceptual difference.

But dealing with strangenesses for a long time always left Duan Ning with an indescribable sense of unease in his heart.

Soon the captain finished the headcount, came over with a serious expression, and said to him, "We're one person short, a flight attendant named Guan Hongna, the air marshals and other attendants have gone to look for her."

Duan Ning nodded. It was his first time on this flight, so he wasn't very familiar with the crew; otherwise, upon seeing the strangeness for the first time, he would have been able to confirm whether the strangeness was a crew member of this flight.

Standing up, Duan Ning said to the captain, "You guys keep looking; if you find her and she's fine, there's no need to tell me. If you discover anything, notify me immediately."

With that, he walked out toward the passageway of the catering area.

The captain called after him from behind, "Are you going back to your rest chamber?"

Duan Ning shook his head, "I'm going to first class."

After speaking, he suddenly turned and fixed his gaze on the captain, "This flight to Huaying District, there's a very important person in first class; nothing can go wrong."

"Mhm, mhm," the captain nodded like a pecking hen, "I know, we arranged special attendants to serve them."

Duan Ning nodded slightly, slid the magnetic knife into a specially made vertical sheath beside his pocket, and turned toward first class.

Economy class.

Knowing that there had been a strangeness on the plane and, although he heard from Di Zhiwen that the Exorcist had already eliminated it, Yan Junze could no longer sleep.

He gazed out at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, lost in thought.

Di Zhiwen couldn't possibly sleep either, his eyes wide as if they were copper bells, staring straight ahead, also lost in his thoughts.

Behind their seats, separated by eight rows, near the window seat, sat two men, a father and son.

The father had white hair, around sixty years old, while the son had a lean build and appeared to be in his early twenties.

The two were occupied, one reading a newspaper, the other playing games on a tablet with headphones on.

Before long, the hands of the father holding the newspaper started to tremble slightly as if he had come across some shocking news.

The young son was too engrossed in his game to notice the abnormal reaction of the person beside him.

However, he soon realized something was wrong because the entire newspaper next to him began to shake, making a rustling sound.

The young man pressed the pause button on the screen and turned to look at his father, whose head was obscured by the newspaper.

"Dad, what are you doing? What news has scared you like that?" the young man grumbled.

Just as he was about to resume the unfinished game, he noticed his father didn't respond or lower the newspaper; the hands holding the newspaper stopped shaking until, finally, they stilled completely.

The young man looked suspiciously at the newspaper, but his father held it so high that he couldn't see the face behind it.

He frowned but figured that since his father had stopped shaking and hadn't answered, it meant nothing was wrong.

With this thought, he slightly turned his head and continued to focus on the tablet in his hands, pressing the "continue game" button and resuming play.

However, the earlier scene remained strange. Playing for less than two minutes, the young man suddenly glimpsed from the corner of his eye that his father seemed to have moved the newspaper slightly, revealing one eye watching him.

He immediately pressed the pause button, lifted his head, and saw his father's hands with the newspaper moving subtly, as if nothing had changed.

After a moment of suspicion, with earplugs in his ears, he lowered his head again and pressed to continue the game.

Less than half a minute later, he felt the newspaper beside him slowly moving again.

This time, due to his previous alertness, even though he was still playing the game, he managed to notice something was off because he divided his attention to monitor his surroundings.

Soon, his full attention was drawn to the eye revealed behind the newspaper. Although he saw it only out of the corner of his eye, he was certain this time that his father was peeking at him.

At this moment, a shiver ran down the young man's spine. He abruptly turned his head toward his father, not even managing to press the pause button on the game.

Behind the newspaper, a bloodshot eyeball appeared before him. The eye was wide open, not blinking, filled with crimson blood vessels.

As the young man looked into the eyeball, the newspaper in his elderly father's hands began to move slowly, covering the revealed eye once again.

"Dad?"

At this moment, not only did the young man feel a chill, but goosebumps also sprang up all over his body, a strong sense of horror dominating his mind to the extent that his voice was completely shaky when he uttered the word "Dad."

The father behind the newspaper made no response, as if the event that had just taken place never happened, still holding the newspaper open as if reading.

By now, the young man had long lost any interest in playing games. Goosebumps rose and fell on his body, and he didn't dare to remain seated, yet feared showing any signs of unease to his newspaper-holding father.

He glanced sideways at his motionless father, gently placed down his tablet, and slowly stood up, his body tensely coiled, not daring to relax even slightly.

During this, the father reading the newspaper didn't move at all.

Once fully standing, the young man moved his feet towards the aisle, took a couple of steps, and then immediately broke into a run towards an area marked for the air marshal, without alarming other passengers.

Just past an aisle and by the restroom entrance, the restroom door opened, and a familiar figure emerged.

Upon seeing this, the young man was momentarily stunned, his eyes nearly popping out as he stared at the person before him and muttered.

"Dad?"

The person who had just walked out of the restroom was none other than his father, who had previously been reading the newspaper.

This elderly father appeared to have just washed his hands, and as he dried his slightly wet backs of his hands, he said, "Son, do you need to use the restroom, too? Did you secure all the valuables at our seat?"

Without answering him, the young man turned to look in the direction of his seat, said with a trembling voice, "Dad, if you're here, then who was sitting beside me just now?"

"What?" His father looked puzzled.

The young man said nothing more, grabbed his father's hand, and pulled him back the way they'd come.

Moments later, father and son stood in an aisle more than ten steps away from their seat, with the young man pointing towards their seat, his face showing terror.

The elderly father looked in the direction his son was pointing and saw a familiar figure on his seat, hands gripping the newspaper, obscuring their face, sitting there motionless and eerie.

From the visible sleeves, it was clear that the figure was wearing his own clothes.