I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 760 - 438: Triple Spirits (1)_2
Chapter 760: Chapter 438: Triple Spirits (1)_2
Looking at her, Yan Junze muttered to himself, “She must not have been older than fifteen when she died.”
Yan Junze saw Zhuang Wenhui run into the bedroom, clearly hiding inside, but he knew that playing hide and seek with her wouldn’t be so simple; otherwise, two exorcists wouldn’t have fallen here.
He stood up, straightened his clothes, and released the Black Spirit Umbrella, holding it as a walking stick.
In fact, with Yan Junze’s current Semi-Spirit strength, dealing with a Sculpting Spirit was quite easy.
But that might not save Cao Heng, nor could it dispel Zhuang Wenhui’s obsession.
So far, there were many doubts about the whole affair; he had to clear her obsession to see what the real cause was.
A Sculpting Spirit level strangeness trapping a three-star and a four-star exorcist here and cutting off rescue from other exorcists was indeed mind-boggling!
Yan Junze used the Black Spirit Umbrella to support himself on the ground and slowly walked to the bedroom door, then he pressed the light switch.
As he had expected, there was no response.
He took out a flashlight, turned it on, and carefully inspected the bedroom.
The wardrobe door was closed; the bathroom door was open, but the quilt on the bed was now completely covering the bedsheets and pillows.
He remembered that when he first entered, the quilt had been partially lifted, which was not the case now.
Yan Junze walked into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe door on purpose to take a look, and murmured, “Not in the wardrobe.”
After closing the wardrobe door, his flashlight beam shot into the bathroom. After looking for a while, he added, “Nor hidden in the bathroom. Weird, where could she have gone?”
At that moment, the quilt on the bed moved visibly.
Something hidden inside tugged the quilt down a bit, making the end of the quilt near the pillows partially uncovered.
With this, the “object” under the quilt was partially revealed; Yan Junze shone his flashlight at it and was momentarily stunned.
The uncovered head of a man was not Zhuang Wenhui, who had just run into the room.
The man resembled someone Yan Junze had seen in a photo; if he wasn’t mistaken, it should be Zhou Wenfei himself.
At that moment, Zhou Wenfei’s face was pale and bloodless, and the blood that had flowed from his left eye socket was now congealed, suggesting that the eyeball might be missing.
Seeing him like this, the situation looked dire.
However, Yan Junze was also aware that under the quilt, Zhuang Wenhui was covered too, but he wasn’t ready to lift that layer of quilt yet.
Now, only Zhou Wenfei was visible, with no sign of Gu Dekang and Cao Heng. He couldn’t just act rashly before the situation was fully understood.
Obviously, Zhuang Wenhui was waiting for him to lift the quilt.
By that, he was inclined not to do so.
Sometimes, the obsession of a strangeness in playing hide and seek seems very simple, but if it could be resolved so easily, the task wouldn’t be at the “hair-raising” level.
Winning just by finding the strangeness would be easier than the [Hairwashing] mission he had encountered with Ke’er; why isn’t it categorized at the “Anxiety-Inducing” level?
Therefore, finding Zhuang Wenhui at this time might mean a loss instead.
Yan Junze returned to the bedroom door, hid himself behind it, and then whispered through the crack to the living room, “Zhuang Wenhui, I’ve found you, you’re under the quilt on the bed. You’ve lost, now it’s your turn to find me!”
The quilt on the bed began to wriggle, and about four or five seconds later, a dark head with long, scattered hair emerged from underneath.
Zhuang Wenhui crawled out from under the quilt, looked left and right, not seeing Yan Junze, but appeared very excited. She immediately crouched and tiptoed quickly towards the living room.
Yan Junze watched from the crack as she entered the living room and started looking for him, sometimes leaning over the long decorative cabinet to peek behind the wall, sometimes crawling behind the air conditioning unit in the corner, then to the corner near the coffee table by the sofa.
Moments later, Zhuang Wenhui tiptoed into the kitchen.
Yan Junze immediately stepped out from behind the bedroom door, not leaving the bedroom, but instead went to the wardrobe, opened it, crawled in and squatted down, then carefully closed the wardrobe door.
Just before closing it, he said again, “Zhuang Wenhui, can’t you find me?”
In the kitchen doorway, the excited figure of Zhuang Wenhui appeared again, looking around.
In the subconscious, disjointed images flashed by.
…
“Wenhui, Wenhui…”
In the dimly lit, narrow hallway, a middle-aged man about six feet tall with a slightly overweight build held a pair of iron pliers stained with blood and walked slowly.
This man had a full beard, now partly drenched with bloodstains, and he wore a white short-sleeved shirt and loose brown breeches, with rubber boots on his feet.
At this moment, his clothes and trousers were spotted with crimson blood.
As he walked, he said, “You’d better hide well, oh, don’t let me find you so quickly!”
Inside a room around the corner from where the man was, there was a rather spacious bedroom, although it now reeked and was disgustingly filthy.
A girl squatted inside the wardrobe, shaking all over, as the man’s voice, heart-twinging footsteps, and heavy breathing reached her ears.
She knew the man had arrived outside the room.
Zhuang Wenhui was so frightened that she turned pale and put her hands over her mouth, but immediately she winced hard, as intense pain shot through her mouth, nearly causing her to cry out.
Releasing her hands, she saw that her lips had already been pierced by some hard object, exposing the gums. As the wound opened, fresh blood surged out, and the missing teeth on her upper gums were nowhere to be seen.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and the footsteps that alarmed Zhuang Wenhui sounded again.
“Wenhui, are you hiding here?” the man’s voice was very calm, “I knew you’d like it here, you can’t forget your mother, subconsciously, you still hide in your mother’s bedroom. But have you forgotten? Your mother… is already dead!”
As he spoke, the man’s footsteps approached the bed that no one had slept in anymore.
From the wardrobe’s vent slats, Zhuang Wenhui clutched her mouth tightly, letting the wound tear open and the blood flow between her fingers, without making a sound.
Her gaze was fixed on the man outside holding the iron pliers, her body trembling, eyes filled with tears from terror, clear and crystal, dropping slowly along her cheeks.
The man walked around the bedroom with a smile on his face, continuing to speak.
“These last few games of hide-and-seek, you’ve disappointed me. Disappointed yesterday, disappointed today, and perhaps disappointed tomorrow too, you little fool! All my efforts in raising you have been in vain!”
A tall shadow blocked the little light filtering into the wardrobe.
Zhuang Wenhui, still covering her mouth, shakily looked up just to see the wardrobe door slowly opening.
A face she deeply loathed, feared intensely, and which made her extremely uneasy, was revealed outside the closet.
The man reached out with a large hand, grabbed Zhuang Wenhui’s hair, and dragged her out violently.
“Ah—”
A scream escaped her lips.
The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of her heart, starting clear and gradually becoming more and more obscure as fragments of her memory faded away.
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On tiptoes, with her body crouched, Zhuang Wenhui hurried into the bedroom.
She looked around, then lightly jumped onto the bed and flipped open the covers.
From inside the closet, Yan Junze could see only Zhou Wenfei’s figure on the bed; the other two exorcists were nowhere to be seen.
Zhuang Wenhui quickly jumped off the bed, landing right in front of the wardrobe.
Whoosh!
The wardrobe door where Yan Junze was hiding was flung open, and Zhuang Wenhui, leaning forward, poked her head into the wardrobe. Her long hair framed a face that was mutilated, shaking for a moment before Yan Junze’s eyes.
Zhuang Wenhui was puzzled because she saw nothing; aside from clothes, there was no one hiding in the wardrobe.
Yan Junze, having activated the Semi-Spirit Domain Field and blocked out other paranormal magnetic fields, quietly sat inside the wardrobe, silently watching her, making no noise.
He could see that when Zhuang Wenhui tilted her head, her scalp seemed to be split open, likely caused by a strong pulling force.
Contemplating everything, Yan Junze recalled the mission information, trying hard to guess the cause of Zhuang Wenhui’s death.
Seeing nothing in the wardrobe, Zhuang Wenhui became even more curious and excited. It had been a long time since she’d played such an addicting game of hide-and-seek. In her memory, it was as if she had always been dreaming, a dream from which she could not awaken, forever ensnaring her in a nightmare.
