I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 652 - 401 Bride (Part 3)_3

Chapter 652: Chapter 401 Bride (Part 3)_3 Chapter 652: Chapter 401 Bride (Part 3)_3 At this moment, the double-headed man was crouched on the floor, his body quivering slightly. Faced with the scrutiny of the dark shadow, his gaze dared not wander in its direction.

The shadow only glanced for a moment, then turned away and continued toward the direction of the staircase.

That eerie breathing sound started up again. The double-headed man was no longer trembling, but he still did not dare to look at the shadow.

As the shadow neared the staircase, it was no longer as ethereal as before, gradually becoming almost corporeal, but it still gave off an indistinct feeling.

It was the silhouette of a man, dressed in a black cinched coat, with hair that seemed to be golden, but because of the shadow’s haziness, it was hard to discern clearly.

The man proceeded unhurriedly up the stairs.

Restricted third floor.

Yan Junze suddenly felt a pang of palpitations, a sensation that had already appeared under Ku Zai’s influence just before he was about to perform the Spacetime Fixed Point Insertion.

This feeling, arriving anew, evoked an indescribable unease.

Could it be because he was nearing the Corpse Bride?

Standing at the staircase entrance on the third floor, there was no way forward—this indicated the highest level was indeed the third floor.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, Yan Junze pondered briefly. He stood with his back to the direction of the staircase entrance for about five seconds, then stepped forward, silently invoking “shadow.”

After walking a few steps, he turned around.

His own “shadow” had now manifested at the spot where he had just been standing, right by the staircase entrance on the third floor.

Upon examining this shadow, a sense of stability began to take hold in Yan Junze’s heart.

He looked left and right; the corridor of the third floor was blocked on one side, piled high with broken desks, chairs, and planks, leaving only the corridor on the right unobstructed.

He remembered Rune saying that Berkley and the deputy team leader had been here not long ago. If the Corpse Bride was stored behind this heap of broken furniture, then this spot would not still be blocked as it was now.

In other words, the Corpse Bride could only be on the other side of the corridor, on the right.

Without much thought, Yan Junze had already lit the oil lamp, its glow spreading approximately one meter around him, but anything farther remained obscured.

What lay at the dark corridor’s end, from this distance, was completely invisible.

Lifting the oil lamp a bit higher, Yan Junze aligned his line of sight with the lamp on the same horizontal plane and began to step forward along the right side of the corridor.

On both sides of the corridor were rooms, but their doors were shut and unopened.

Glancing at one of the room’s doors, Yan Junze noticed the door was nailed shut, impossible to enter any room on the third floor without breaking it down, even with a key.

However, the mission brief had clearly stated that the coffin containing the Corpse Bride was at the end of the corridor, not inside any of the rooms.

Regardless, he would head to the far end first.

In this place, Yan Junze could not see what the end looked like.

The light illuminated only the surrounding meter; he widened his eyes, trying his best to discern the environment around him.

However, a face soon emerged from the darkness, rapidly closing in and materializing just within the lamp’s reach of one meter.

Under the glow of the oil lamp, only a gruesome face appeared, with nothing else visible.

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The face was that of an old man, wrinkles covering his cheeks, the eyes obscured by the creases to the point of being indistinct, and blood slowly seeping out of every wrinkle.

Without hesitation, Yan Junze jabbed the Black Spirit Umbrella straight at the face.

The bleeding wrinkled face of the old man instantly receded back into the darkness, leaving no trace.

Immediately after, another face of a woman pressed forward, one eye bulging as if about to fall out of its socket, and the other eye missing its eyeball.

As Yan Junze was about to strike again, the face of an unfamiliar man appeared alongside a vague moaning sound; the man’s mouth was open, with something writhing inside it.

With a swoosh, Yan Junze decisively opened the Black Spirit Umbrella, enveloping himself and the oil lamp within.

All of the eerie faces vanished in that instant.