I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 815 - 457: Finding a Stand-In_2
Chapter 815: Chapter 457: Finding a Stand-In_2
Upon arriving at the kitchen entrance, he saw Xiao Yuanrui’s back facing him, standing in front of the counter, seemingly busy with something.
“Mr. Xiao?” Yan Junze called out before stepping into the kitchen.
He moved cautiously, tilting his head, trying to catch a glimpse of Xiao Yuanrui’s profile to see whether it was really him, or some other entity, a strangeness in replacement.
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Even when he reached Xiao Yuanrui’s side, the man was still bowing his head, remaining silent as if completely unaware of Yan Junze’s presence.
Upon closer inspection, he saw him pouring water into a coffee cup, with the liquid already overflowing and frothing heavily.
However, what was peculiar was that the overflowing water did not spill from the cup’s edge, but just kept churning within.
“Mr. Xiao?” Yan Junze looked at his face and called out again.
Right at that moment, he suddenly heard a voice coming from outside the kitchen: “Please have a seat, I’m going to wake up the mother and daughter.”
Yan Junze was taken aback, as no one had left the kitchen just now, but the voice resounded in the living room nonetheless.
Now Yan Junze was certain, the person before him, completely unresponsive, was most likely Xiao Yuanrui.
He immediately turned and quickly walked to the kitchen, only to find that Zhang Xiaomo had disappeared without a trace, seemingly having followed that “Xiao Yuanrui” upstairs.
Yan Junze no longer paid attention to Xiao Yuanrui, who kept on pouring coffee, instead hurriedly followed up the spiral staircase, soon finding himself on the somewhat dimly lit second floor.
The layout of the second floor was as spacious as the first, but designed with simple luxury and spotless.
At a glance, in the direction of the corridor, there were at least four bedrooms, along with a study room, children’s room, and so on, but not a single person was in sight.
Yan Junze hesitated for a moment.
“Master bedroom? Secondary bedroom?”
He turned his neck, quickly fixating his gaze in the direction of one particular door.
The decorations on this door were far more luxurious, suggesting that it should be the master bedroom. Meanwhile, the door across from the master bedroom seemed a bit more modest, possibly the secondary bedroom.
Xiao Yuanrui mentioned earlier that the mother and daughter were afraid to sleep in the master bedroom, so they were likely lying in this secondary bedroom, although Yan Junze couldn’t be certain how many secondary bedrooms were in this house.
Arriving in front of the door of the suspected secondary bedroom, Yan Junze knocked but received no response.
He immediately turned the doorknob, opened the door and peered inside. The curtains were drawn, making the room dark, but not impenetrably so.
Straining his eyes and after adapting to the darkness, he discovered that this was indeed the secondary bedroom. The bed wasn’t large but was fairly spacious and the blanket was slightly bulging, even slightly undulating, as if someone was beneath it.
Yan Junze fully opened the door, and after approaching the edge of the bed, a series of whimpers came out from under the trembling blanket. The sound was not shrill, but rather deep, resembling an elderly person mimic a child’s cry.
Looking down, a strand of white hair was visible near the edge of the blanket by the pillow, and the whimpering stopped abruptly.
An emaciated, aged hand slowly extended from the side of the blanket near the edge of the bed, stealthily reaching out towards Yan Junze’s thigh.
The next second, the hand grabbed his thigh, just as Yan Junze unveiled the blanket.
Under the cover was a thin old man with sparse white hair, naked, and with skin folded upon itself, curled up on the bed. As Yan Junze lifted the blanket, the old man raised his head, split his mouth open, revealing gumless jaws coated with thick yellow saliva.
The Black Spirit Umbrella that Yan Junze had prepared in his hand snapped open with a swish, enveloping the old man inside.
Yet to everyone’s surprise, instead of being slain by the Black Spirit Umbrella, the old man sprang at Yan Junze.
Yan Junze quickly retreated, feeling a sharp pain in his thigh as sharp nails penetrated his flesh. He abruptly closed the Black Spirit Umbrella, jabbing its tip fiercely at the lunging old man.
With a ‘puff’, the tip of the umbrella pierced straight through the bedding and struck the wooden board below.
However, oddly enough, the thin old man who had just lunged forward had disappeared without a trace!
“Hee hee hee…”
Just then, at the doorway of the open secondary bedroom, a peculiar laughter echoed.
Yan Junze turned his head to see the thin old man outside in the corridor, hunched over, tiptoeing past the doorway, heading toward the other end of the corridor.
A few steps out into the corridor, looking back from outside the bedroom, he saw the old man disappearing into the darkness at the far end of the corridor.
In that direction, there seemed to be something else writhing, crawling on the dark floor, its eyes emitting a faint green light, closely watching Yan Junze’s every move.
Yan Junze glanced into the darkness with a cold laugh, without turning back he walked towards the spiral staircase, not taking any interest in venturing into the dark end of the corridor.
As he was about to reach the staircase, he called out loudly: “Ning Ji, come clean up these things!”
As soon as he spoke, the creatures crawling in the darkness instantly froze, as if sensing something.
Thump, thump, thump…
A rhythmic, slow set of footsteps ascended from below the spiral staircase. Moments later, a beautiful woman in white, with flowing long hair, appearing otherworldly, appeared gracefully holding a white lantern.
The Lantern Woman, unseen for some time, still bore that ethereal fairy-like look Yan Junze first saw.
Upon seeing Yan Junze, the Lantern Woman slightly bowed, smiling, and asked, “Have you seen my husband?”
Yan Junze couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “Isn’t he the one you’re holding in your hand? You forgot again.”
