I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 425 - 319: Takeout (Part Three)_2
Chapter 425: Chapter 319: Takeout (Part Three)_2
“What’s wrong?” Sun Changbiao took a fierce drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the nightstand, “Didn’t you see that human head while you were washing dishes? Weren’t you scared away? Didn’t I rush over?”
“You… you didn’t go into the kitchen, you pushed me, I fell into the kitchen, and the head… it talked to me…” Wu Xiaoyan stammered.
“Did I push you? Damn woman, you fell in yourself.” Sun Changbiao’s eyes widened as he pointed at Wu Xiaoyan, “You can eat whatever crap you want, but don’t talk nonsense. Don’t go spreading rumors, I never touched you.”
“You pushed me,” Wu Xiaoyan still insisted, “and you… you shut the kitchen door.”
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“Say that one more time.” Sun Changbiao stood up from the bed, clenched his fists, and glared ominously at the woman before him.
Wu Xiaoyan shut up out of fear, too scared to speak again.
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Sun Changbiao sat back down: “You’re also saying that the head talked to you, you were almost scared senseless, how could you hear the head talk.”
“You, you ran into the bedroom, so you didn’t hear it, I heard it,” Wu Xiaoyan said.
“What did the head say?” Sun Changbiao asked.
“She asked me… where her fingers went?”
“Toilet paper is in the damn bathroom.” Sun Changbiao roared, “Why didn’t you tell her to get it herself? A thing that shits without wiping its ass, stupid woman, always talking nonsense.”
“No, it’s not, not toilet paper, it’s fingers…” Wu Xiaoyan became more anxious, extending her own fingers to gesture.
Sun Changbiao didn’t even look at her, he lay back on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and said viciously, “This is the last time; if you tell anyone else that I pushed you and shut the door on you, just wait and see how I deal with you!”
Seeing him ready to sleep, Wu Xiaoyan’s heart eased slightly, but she didn’t dare to speak anymore and just stood timidly at the bedroom door. Only when she heard Sun Changbiao’s snoring, sure that he had fallen asleep, did Wu Xiaoyan dare to move.
She slowly approached the bed, took off her outerwear, lifted a corner of the quilt, and quietly slipped in.
She didn’t dare to make too much noise for fear that waking her husband would lead to more blame; even after lying down, her body stayed close to her side of the bed, remaining motionless.
If it were any other woman with clear senses, she definitely wouldn’t dare sleep with Sun Changbiao now, preferring even the sofa.
But Wu Xiaoyan was different, her intelligence had indeed declined a lot after undergoing brain surgery, sometimes drooling unknowingly when conscious.
In her mind, a husband and wife should sleep in the same bed, no matter how bad their relationship.
The quilt she pulled over didn’t completely cover her body, just most of it, and after Wu Xiaoyan no longer felt cold, she slowly closed her eyes.
On the recently pricked tip of her finger, several strands of black hair had completely grown out, wrapping around Wu Xiaoyan’s finger.
She was very scared, but she didn’t dare tell her husband for fear that Sun Changbiao would curse or even beat her if he found out.
“Sleep through this, everything will be fine when I wake up tomorrow,” Wu Xiaoyan comforted herself in her thoughts.
The room quickly became quiet, aside from Sun Changbiao’s occasional snoring and an extremely faint rustling sound that intermittently arose.
It was around three in the morning.
Sun Changbiao woke up, something had pricked him awake.
Startled from sleep, Sun Changbiao was still a bit disoriented, feeling as if he were still dreaming.
The bedroom was dark, but there was light from outside the window, so it wasn’t completely pitch-black.
He looked around and then realized something had pricked his arm, on the side near where Wu Xiaoyan was sleeping.
Sun Changbiao turned on the nightstand light and looked over to Wu Xiaoyan, who appeared to be sound asleep.
“Damn woman, what is this on you, putting stuff on the bed that pricks people?”
Sun Changbiao grumbled and from his side, he could only see her hair protruding from the quilt. He grabbed and flung the quilt abruptly, only to find even more hair.
Upon closer inspection, Wu Xiaoyan’s body was now wrapped in a mass of hair that was only leaving her toes visible, the rest covered by this horrifying, thick mass of hair.
A wave of fear and nausea overcame him, and Sun Changbiao’s sleepiness vanished in an instant, sending a shiver through him, filled with dread.
His wife lay on the bed without a single movement, whether she was dead or not, he didn’t care at the moment.
He tiptoed towards the bedroom door; with Wu Xiaoyan looking like this, Sun Changbiao no longer had the courage to stay; all he wanted was to escape as fast as he could.
Reaching the bedroom door, he pressed his hand on the doorknob and was about to push hard when suddenly, a voice came from behind.
“Chang… Biao.”
Sun Changbiao turned his head and saw his wife, now entangled in copious hair, had sat up at some unknown time. A dark silhouette with countless hairs wriggling over it was facing him, making unclear speech.
