Nightwalk Dog

Reborn in a parallel world, this place is imbued with eeriness everywhere...
Do not enter the bathroom after midnight.
At two in the morning, the sound of knocking resonates on time.
A woman, haggard and emaciated, always stands with her back to oneself.
Encountered a strange event? Lucky for me, I can Rewind!
This is the story of a Reincarnator, carefully navigating a reality invaded by the bizarre, combating the strange with bizarre poses.

I can rewind time to prevent death

As Yan Junze's voice rang out again, the fragments of memory fueled by obsession quickly disappeared without a trace. Zhuang Wenjing, sitting in a cardboard box, was startled; she hastily stuffed the remaining severed finger into her mouth, ignoring Yan Junze's call.


Crouching, she chewed on the finger in her mouth while shrinking further into the box. At that moment, her mind was consumed by a single sensation—hunger.


Yan Junze paused, staring at the cardboard box.


His thoughts were clear now, no longer muddled. Recalling the arm that Zhuang Wenjing had extended from the box, he noted that its skin was cracked in many places, almost none of it intact.


The black nails on those five fingers didn't seem to be what they looked like in life, but had grown out after death due to the strong obsession, transforming into something grotesque.


Chapter 440: Triple Spirits (3)