In the spacious animal skin tent.

Damon, who was holding Lingling and sitting quietly in front of a pile of bones, heard what Lingling said, and a glimmer of light appeared in his dull eyes.

He looked down in disbelief at Lingling, who was looking up at him, and stammered, "Really? Really? Let..."

He pointed blankly at his son's skeleton and asked, "Can he come back to life?"

Lingling shook her head, and said apologetically in her baby voice, "No, Grandpa Damon, Lingling can't bring back the uncles, aunts, and children who were washed away."

As she spoke, Lingling became a little depressed and lowered her head to look at her furry little paws.

Why can't I come back to life?

"Baby, you are not a god, and even gods cannot bring people back to life. Don't be sad." Bai Jiu couldn't help but comfort him.

"Didn't uncle help Lingling come back to life before?" Lingling's little head was full of question marks, and she didn't quite understand.

"Lingling, your situation is different, and you are the host I am bound to. I can't help others."

Even when Lingling first traveled through time, it was because he discovered that Lingling still had the last faint sign of life, so he could still give it a try.

He was so angry at the time, thinking that Lingling had been harmed by them anyway, he didn't care that the system didn't get enough time travel points from Lingling. With the idea that the worst that could happen was to violate the system rules and die together with those scumbags, he exhausted the energy of the entire system, self-destructed, and activated the time travel, which allowed Lingling to be reborn.

However, with this method, not only did he not have a second system as desperate as him and the main system's rare consideration and generosity, even Lingling did not die completely at that time.

Damon's sons and tribesmen had been dead for so long that only their bones were left. He now had only an ordinary cub-raising system and there was really no other way.

The only way to bring some comfort to Damon was the method he had just proposed to Lingling.

Having Lingling use her mental powers to probe Damon's mind, he created a three-dimensional projection based on the image of his son that Lingling saw in Damon's mind.

Let him "see" his child again.

Lingling was a little disappointed after hearing Bai Jiu's explanation, but she quickly cheered up and replied, "Okay, then Lingling will do as you said, uncle. As long as Grandpa Damon feels better, that's all."

After talking to Bai Jiu, Lingling raised her little head again, stared seriously at Damon's expectant eyes, and explained in a baby voice, "Grandpa Damon, Lingling means that if you imagine your child in your mind, Lingling can perform magic and make him stand in front of you like a real person. However, it's not real after all, so you can consider it."

"Don't think about it. Grandpa wants to see him again. Just one look will do."

After saying this, Damon stood up excitedly, put Lingling in his arms on the ground, and began to pace in place.

"Do I need to pack up? He'll be upset seeing me like this. He's a filial son, and he'll definitely not be at peace when he leaves."

Lingling opened her mouth, paused, and finally didn't say anything. It was an image that couldn't speak.

Yes, Lingling had actually seen three-dimensional projections in the interstellar laboratory, and they were used in many places in the interstellar world. So she knew that it was just a projection and would not move or make any sound without someone operating it.

"Uncle Bai, can you let Grandpa Damon's child interact with him, say a few simple words, or move a few times? Just let him move according to the way Grandpa Damon thinks in his mind."

Bai Jiu glanced at the bright red warning that had been popping up repeatedly since he proposed the plan, then dismissed it without a care in the world. He gently replied to Lingling, "It's OK, honey. Just use your mental power to investigate carefully."

Bai Jiu: Saving Damon is like saving my own baby. Isn't it just a projection? The worst that can happen is a few days of solitary confinement.

"Okay, thank you uncle, I love you the most~"

Lingling finally felt a little happier and ran towards Damon with her little butt wiggling.

"Grandpa Damon, you should dress up. Do you need Lingling to help you pick out some clothes? Lingling has a good eye~"

The little girl tried her best to be full of energy, so that Damon would be infected by her and cheer up as soon as possible.

Damon rubbed his hands, looked at the ground, and said to Lingling, "Okay, okay, Lingling, wait a minute. Grandpa will take your uncles and aunts away. The ground is cold, so you can't lie there all the time."

As he spoke, Damon began to act at a speed that was not in line with his age. He first carefully wiped the bones on the ground one by one, then brought a few large jars, put the bones in one by one, and placed them against the wall.

When he touched his child's bones, his movements were extremely gentle. As he cleaned up, he whispered, "Son, you're home now. Don't be afraid. Your father is here."

After everything was packed up, Damon picked up Lingling and walked out of the big tent, heading towards a smaller brown animal skin tent next to the big tent.

He lifted the door curtain, put Lingling on the ground, walked to a wooden cabinet in the corner, and began to pick out clothes.

"Lingling, come here and help Grandpa see which one looks good. Grandpa will listen to Lingling."

"Alright~ Lingling is here!"

......

The old man and the young boy quickly decided on their outfits for the meeting.

Damon wore a clean new animal skin dress, a necklace made of animal teeth, and some animal patterns painted on his face with special paint, looking majestic.

Even Lingling next to her was dressed up a little. Damon, who was gradually getting better, put a small brown animal skin hat on her little head.

Looking at Lingling wearing the little hat, Damon said with some nostalgia, "Hey, this was your uncle's favorite when he was a child. His mother died early, and he loved this little hat I made for him. He wore it everywhere to show off even in the hot summer. I've kept it carefully."

Lingling raised her black furry paws, touched her head carefully, and smiled happily at Damon: "Lingling likes it too, thank you Grandpa~"

Damon touched Lingling's capped head, squatted down, stared at Lingling's eyes nervously, and asked softly, "Lingling, Grandpa is ready, you can start."

Lingling looked at the tent. There was still about ten square meters of space, which should be enough for Uncle Bai to operate.

So, the little guy nodded solemnly: "Okay, then Grandpa, start to recall your child's appearance in your mind, try to be as clear and complete as possible~"

Damon was also extremely serious, not thinking that Lingling would lie to him at all. He closed his eyes and began to recall his son's appearance. He did not recall anything else, but the high-spirited look of his child on the day he became the patriarch.

Seeing that Damon had closed his eyes, Lingling also began to release mental power to explore.

A few minutes later, Lingling had communicated with Bai Jiu, and Bai Jiu gave her a signal that he was ready. Only then did she say softly, "Grandpa Damon, you can open your eyes now."

"good."