I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 759 - 438: Triple Spirits (1)

Chapter 759 -438: Triple Spirits (1)

In such a situation, Yan Junze knew that it was impossible for him to fall asleep.

If he could sit on the sofa and fall asleep, especially in the current environment, it would definitely be because of some mischief.

The streetlamp outside the yard shone through the curtains into the room, casting a hazy light. Although his vision was blurred, he could still make out the two white eyes at the other end of the coffee table.

At the same time he saw this scene, the temperature around him began to noticeably drop.

Yan Junze did not move for the moment, letting the terrifying eyes watch him as he gently sniffed, detecting a faint smell of blood.

He glanced down at the floor and quickly noticed a dark, tar-like pattern near the coffee table, which seemed to be the result of a liquid soaking the area.

Perhaps it was a bloodstain.

When he had entered the room earlier, Yan Junze had not noticed the bloodstain. He was certain of that; he had observed carefully and had not seen any signs of blood on the floor, but now, as night fell, it was there.

In fact, he couldn’t be sure whether those eyes that only showed the whites could actually see him.

Although his own eyes were open, he was squinting slightly and had not moved, as though he was still in the posture of sleeping.

His heart beat strongly within his chest, steady and unrushed, providing him with a continuous source of stability.

He suddenly thought of a problem. Perhaps the woman at the other end of the coffee table didn’t know that he had awakened, and assumed that the magnetic field she emitted, which induced sleep, was still effective.

After seeing the woman, the mission information almost simultaneously flashed through Yan Junze’s mind.

However, after seeing the text of the mission information, he instead became somewhat puzzled.

The woman’s peculiar behavior wasn’t especially unusual; the game of hide-and-seek during her life had brought about a great change in her, so she continued to do so after death.

All he had to do was play a round of hide-and-seek with her and not get caught.

For Yan Junze, this was a relatively simple mission, the only difference being that the woman’s strangeness level was a bit high, likely a Sculpting Spirit, which made the mission classified as “hair-raising (medium)”

“Is this really just a hair-raising level mission?” Yan Junze wondered.

In his view, a hair-raising level mission, like those Xiaomo, a three-star exorcist, could handle. If indeed they couldn’t subdue the opponent, escaping would not be a problem.

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Therefore, it was impossible that the three-star exorcist named Gu Dekang would stumble here without even being able to send out a distress signal.

And now, not only that, but even Aries District’s strongest four-star exorcist was trapped here. Was this just because of a “hair-raising (medium)” mission?

Too many doubts surfaced in Yan Junze’s mind, and he also noticed that the mission suggested that the woman could be subject to a Lockdown.

Currently, the woman seemed somewhat special, with an ability that was difficult to guard against, probably the peculiar magnetic field that had put him to sleep earlier.

But that was all.

The mission information listed her name in life as Zhuang Wenhui, but did not mention the cause of her death.

After staring intently at Yan Junze for a few minutes from the other end of the coffee table, Zhuang Wenhui began to move again. She slowly extended her head out fully, and her long hair on either side of her cheeks fell down, almost completely covering her face.

Then, two slender hands stretched out, resting on the coffee table, and she climbed onto the coffee table.

Her clothing was somewhat tattered and torn, revealing the rotted flesh beneath. In some places, the rotted flesh had formed holes, almost allowing one to see through to the other side.

With twisted limbs, Zhuang Wenhui climbed onto the coffee table, leaned forward with her arms, and her upper body tilted toward Yan Junze who was still “sleeping”.

Her round head drew near, and under the curtain of her hair, her eyes “observed” Yan Junze from a close distance: his eyes, nose, mouth…

To say she was observing, it seemed like she couldn’t actually see; she sniffed around, from Yan Junze’s face to his neck, then over his body.

Yan Junze kept his eyes narrowed the entire time, using the opportunity to examine her as well.

Because her face was obscured by her long hair, it was only as Zhuang Wenhui moved that he could get a clearer look at the woman’s features.

Zhuang Wenhui must have been very beautiful in life, but now her face was perhaps disfigured. Her eyes lacked eyelids, the tip of her nose neatly truncated revealing the nostril holes on her nasal bones, and her upper lip curled up, not a congenital deformity but likely also due to some violent act, as one could see punctures through the lip.

Yan Junze’s psychological endurance by now was extremely strong, and even with such a face in close contact with him, constantly sniffing over his body, he still showed no reaction.

However, the coldness around him grew more intense.

Now Yan Junze knew that a Spirit with strong obsession or resentment emanated a much colder aura than ordinary strangenesses. Clearly, Zhuang Wenhui was one such case.

This was irrespective of the ghost’s power level; it was purely related to the experiences of their life and the resentment formed after death.

“Isn’t it time for you to hide?”

At that moment, Yan Junze suddenly spoke.

As he spoke, he remained seated without moving.

Zhuang Wenhui got startled, immediately distancing herself from him, her white eyeballs rolling around in shock.

But she quickly recovered, emitting a hoarse voice from her throat. Without a word, she turned around and hopped onto the coffee table, then jumped down to the floor and tiptoed into the bedroom.