I can rewind time to prevent death

Not knowing how long they had been digging, the white coffin finally came into view.

Wan Shouguang, panting heavily, discarded the shovel. Even though it was winter, his body was soaked with sweat.

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, he turned on the flashlight and shone it into the grave, seeing the Magnetic Rotational Fixators that Exorcist Yang Yimang had placed around the coffin earlier.

There was no need to disturb those devices; they could lift the body directly out.

After a moment's hesitation, Wan Shouguang jumped into the grave.

Nowadays, coffins were no longer nailed shut; they simply had a lid placed on top. However, the quality of the coffin was so good, with fine workmanship and tight seams, that Wan Shouguang could push it open by himself.

After pushing aside the coffin lid, he stared blankly at his son's remains for a moment. Tears filled his eyes once more. Without further thought, Wan Shouguang climbed into the coffin, exerted a considerable amount of effort to lift Wan Cong's body, and staggered to the edge of the grave.

Jialan had already been waiting above, extending her hands to grasp her son's arms.

As soon as Wan Shouguang let go, he quickly climbed out of the grave and helped Jialan pull with all their might. The couple struggled mightily and finally dragged Wan Cong's body to the surface.

At that moment, Wan Cong was dressed in a cotton suit, originally intended for cremation. The cotton material burns easily, aiding in complete cremation without leaving clumps behind.

After a brief rest, the old couple together lifted their son onto a handcart. Wan Shouguang identified the direction of the large tree in the grove, and the two pushed the cart towards the woods a few hundred meters away.

Once they entered the woods, since the ground was all dirt, it took a great deal of effort to move the handcart forward. After another half hour, they arrived under the large tree.

After setting down the handcart, they rested for a while. Since the woods were rather dark, they both turned on their flashlights.

Wan Shouguang urged, "We can't wait, let's move quickly."

"Mm-hmm," Jialan nodded.

At this moment, her complexion was incredibly pale due to lack of rest and overexertion throughout the night.

Wan Shouguang was not in much better shape, continuously sweating. He was well aware that his sweating was not solely due to exhaustion—a portion of the sweat was the cold sweat that comes when the body is too weak.

Still able to persist, neither of the couple gave up or spoke. They merely clenched their teeth and persevered.

To ensure the accuracy of their guess, Wan Shouguang dug up the ground at the exact spot where he had buried the stray dog before. He didn't dig too deep, just deep enough to bury a person.

Soon, a shallow pit was ready, approximately the same depth as when the stray dog had been buried.

Pointing at the pit, Wan Shouguang said weakly, "Just like this, it was the same when I buried that stray dog."

Without resting, Wan Shouguang at the head and Jialan at the feet, the couple lifted Wan Cong's body off the handcart. Using every ounce of their strength and being as gentle as possible, they placed him into the pit, afraid of hurting their son.

"You first...take a break. I'll...fill it in," said Wan Shouguang, too exhausted to speak smoothly.

Without waiting for his wife to respond, he began shoveling dirt onto their son.

A few minutes later, having caught her breath, Jialan joined him with a shovel, and after they had buried Wan Cong, they both sat on the ground, leaning against the big tree, chests heaving.

Time passed, and the sky above the woods began to lighten slightly.

The couple's gaze remained fixed on the spot where they had buried their son. Wan Shouguang held Jialan's hand, gently stroking it, without uttering a word.

After a long while, Jialan moved her lips and said, "Do you think...he can live?"

"Yes, Congcong will definitely live," Wan Shouguang said firmly, gritting his teeth.

Looking up at the breaking dawn, Wan Shouguang shakily stood up, as if all his energy and passion had been drained in one night, his legs trembling as he stood.

Helping Jialan to her feet, he whispered, "Let's go, we'll wait back home."

Jialan, trembling in her arms and legs, stood up and asked, "Wait? How long?"

"The last time, that stray dog appeared on the third day after I buried it," Wan Shouguang calculated, holding out three fingers, "Three days, in three days...our son will be resurrected."