I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 811 - 456: "Reborn" from the Magnetic Pile
Chapter 811: Chapter 456: “Reborn” from the Magnetic Pile
Three days had passed.
The White Star Nuclear Power Plant seemed to be in perfect order, everything appeared normal.
The Exorcist stationed here rarely stayed nearby, always taking any chance to run off to the nearest small town some 30 kilometers away.
After all, consensus among Exorcists was that not a single strangeness had been found around the nuclear power plant so far.
Since the outbreak of strangenesses, none had ever emerged near this factory area.
Having no other choice, being an Exorcist meant one needed to practice, otherwise they’d encounter fewer strangenesses than an ordinary person, which would be laughable if spoken aloud.
Plus, with Exorcist Wang Tong’s naturally restless disposition, after initially being stationed at the power plant for three months and with the management of the squad here being quite loose, he’d developed a habit of visiting the nuclear power plant once a week, spending the rest of his time in nearby towns.
Downtime could be spent helping the town deal with strangenesses, which resulted in greater gains than staying at the power plant, and the residents of Luoxia District were mostly warm-hearted, with opportunities to earn some extra money.
Wang Tong returned from the nearby town, did a round at the station and found nothing unusual.
However, as per usual, he would rest here for the night and head to another small town about fifty kilometers away the next day to see if there were strangenesses to be cleared.
Naturally, his room was situated on a small hill, separate from the dormitory area, with its own air conditioning, heating, and solar-powered hot water service.
After cleaning the room, Wang Tong brewed himself a packet of instant noodles and ate them along with a sausage.
At this time, the canteen was already closed, and Wang Tong didn’t like the food in the nuclear power plant canteen, feeling that it had an odd taste.
He closed the door, took out a strangely shaped small jar from his backpack. The jar was only the size of a palm, with a small lid but a disproportionately large belly.
The lid featured a sealable inner plug. Once pressed down, it was tight enough that not even liquid could spill out.
Wang Tong opened the lid, then lay down on the bed and started browsing his phone.
After a short while, the jar trembled slightly, a man’s head squeezed out of it, followed by his arms, torso, and legs.
After landing on the floor, the man stood beside Wang Tong’s bed expressionlessly, his complexion a purplish hue, with slightly swollen limbs and slick with slime from the jar.
Wang Tong paid no attention to him, and after another moment, the jar moved again and an old crone crawled out of it in the same manner.
This old crone was as skinny as the man was the opposite, standing no taller than one meter forty, but similarly covered in slime.
Some time later, the jar moved once more, and this time two children emerged from it, one after the other.
One was slightly older and the other younger, only able to crawl on the ground.
These strangenesses were all collected by Wang Tong during his regular Exorcism endeavors. He enjoyed researching Spirit Cultivation and had extensive experience and practice in this field.
They were specially reported to the squad organization and were powerful strangenesses that had committed grave injustices before; it seemed wasteful to kill them, so Wang Tong made use of them.
With the direct support of his squad, Wang Tong had access to far more resources than those underhand Spirit Cultivators.
These four strangenesses had been chosen and trained by him over a long period and were each more fierce than before they were subdued, serving as powerful aids during his regular Exorcisms.
One could say that much of Wang Tong’s Exorcism skill was related to his proficiency in Spirit Cultivation.
After releasing the four strangenesses, he said without looking up, “You can move around the room, but don’t get close to the nuclear power plant. The magnetic field is too strong. Even Qiu shouldn’t go near it. Be wary of the ashes of oblivion.”
Qiu was the first strangeness that had crawled out of the jar, and the most powerful among the four.
Wang Tong’s warning was also a reminder, as the creature knew on its own to avoid the direction of the nuclear power station.
This was why Wang Tong had requested his room to be built on a slightly distant hill, to avoid others witnessing his Spirit Cultivation and to protect the strangenesses from intense magnetic interference.
Meanwhile, in a cramped corner room of the dormitory area of the nuclear power plant.
The light was dim, and the outside door was secured with a sturdy metal lock, inaccessible from either side without a key.
The room contained only a bed, nothing else.
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At this moment, the bedsheet and floor were soaked with blood, some already coagulated.
Lying on the bed was Yao Long.
Yao Long’s consciousness was blurry, but one thing he was clear about; he seemed to be locked in this small room, no longer able to leave.
So much time had passed since he was rescued and placed here, with no one coming to visit him.
He was very thirsty, yet didn’t feel hungry.
He tried to open his eyes but found he couldn’t control his body.
Yao Long’s skin was ulcerated all over, few hairs remained on his head, and the pillow on the bed was full of hair that had fallen out.
His mouth had developed a large number of ulcers that seemed to have fused together, and a light yellow fluid was leaking from his entire body.
At this moment, Yao Long was, in fact, breathing his last.
