I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 709 - 421 The American Version of Tomie (Part 2)
Chapter 709: Chapter 421: The American Version of Tomie (Part 2) (Asking for monthly pass!)_2 Chapter 709: Chapter 421: The American Version of Tomie (Part 2) (Asking for monthly pass!)_2 A light enveloped her, constantly compressing; the woman kept resisting ferociously, but her body was clearly shrinking tighter and tighter.
Boom!
The next second, the woman exploded, her flesh scattering across the carpet, splashing onto York, who was completely unable to react in time.
“I’m Sandi, uh, I’ll give you a discount this time, just charging you twenty thousand dollars.” The man put away the metal rod, then added, “Our people will take care of the cleanup here, that’s provided for free.”
Plop!
A piece of sticky flesh fell from York’s body to the ground.
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“Merridge Meat Processing Plant.”
On the outskirts of Saint Gala City, Yan Junze stood outside the closed gates of a small factory building, muttering to himself as he read the sign above.
The factory looked very shabby. If meat processed from this place were sold in supermarkets, Yan Junze believed he would dare not eat it.
He guessed that this place wouldn’t pass even the basic sanitation and epidemic prevention checks.
Outside lay several crates of rotten meat, presumably leftovers intended for disposal, but no one had taken them away, resulting in an infestation of maggots crawling in the meat and emitting a nauseating stench.
Next to the small factory was a residential house, which was single-story, seemingly spacious, and even had a front yard.
Yan Junze pushed open the unlocked gate and walked in, reaching the house’s front door where he found the doorbell and gently pressed it.
About ten seconds later, footsteps sounded, and soon after, the door opened, revealing a chubby uncle whose eyes were somewhat hazy, seemingly drunk.
He belched, asking rudely, “Who are you?”
Yan Junze didn’t beat around the bush and replied, “Exorcist.”
The chubby uncle was taken aback, then had an epiphany, and his attitude changed immediately, “You’ve come. Is it just you… burp… alone?”
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Hearing this, Yan Junze got a bad feeling and nodded, “I alone am enough.”
The chubby uncle moved aside, allowing Yan Junze into the house, then pointed at a closed room, “It’s in my mother’s old room.”
“Your mother?” Yan Junze looked at the sturdy room door.
“She’s long dead. That room has always been empty. This time, I happened to lock all those weird things in there.” The chubby uncle wobbled over as he spoke.
Yan Junze nodded, then turned to him, “Tell me, did any of these things bite you?”
The chubby uncle made an exaggerated face, “More than a bite, one of the bitches almost ate me.”
At that, he lifted his shirt to reveal his chubby waist wrapped several times with medical bandages, obscuring the severity of his injuries.
Yan Junze smiled, opened his Black Spirit Umbrella, and told the chubby uncle, “If you don’t mind, come under my umbrella.”
The chubby uncle belched again, glanced at the umbrella, his brain working sluggishly, the initial suspicion quickly numbed by alcohol, shook his head, and staggered over without a word.
Yan Junze took hold of his shoulder, “You just mentioned that you’ve reported to an exorcism organization. Which one is it?”
“Which else?” The alcohol on the chubby uncle’s breath made Yan Junze hold his own for a moment, “The Half Moon Association, they said they would come today.”
Yan Junze’s unease was confirmed.
At this moment, especially before completing Jacob’s task, he did not want to come into contact with anyone from the Half Moon Association.
Just then, a black vapor was pulled from the chubby uncle’s waist, quickly absorbed into the Black Spirit Umbrella.
The uncle’s flabby body violently shuddered, flesh rippling tightly around his neck, feeling as though his body was being drained, he lost consciousness in an instant.
Near a couch, it took all of Yan Junze’s strength to move him onto it.
After catching his breath, Yan Junze walked over to his mother’s bedroom door, took the keys hanging on the wall beside it, inserted them into the lock, and gently turned the key.
He didn’t want to waste any more time now that the chubby uncle had made it clear, the people from the Half Moon Association could arrive at any moment.
Upon opening the door, to his surprise, the bedroom was exceptionally well-lit, with all the window curtains drawn back, revealing nearly every corner of the room.
At that moment, inside the bedroom, six young women were moving about. As the door opened, all six turned around, their expressions cold as they looked toward Yan Junze.
These six looked identical, even their heights were the same, as if they were sextuplets, the only difference being some were clothed, some not.
Seeing the scene in the bedroom, Yan Junze’s first thought was that he never would have guessed the chubby uncle lived such an indulgently carefree life.
He fully opened the bedroom door, standing in the doorway.
The six women kept their heads turned, their bodies twisting to face Yan Junze, then three of them immediately tensed up, bending at the waist, up on their toes, charging towards him with rapid steps.
The other three didn’t hesitate and assumed the same posture, charging towards Yan Junze.
The first three approaching Yan Junze opened their mouths, tongues flicking outside their lips, saliva nearly dripping out.
Yan Junze didn’t back away but instead stepped forward into the bedroom, placing the Black Spirit Umbrella over his head.
The first woman rushed into the umbrella, with a squelch, turned into black vapor and was exterminated.
