I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 833 - 464 Bloodstains on Water Sleeves (Part 1)
Chapter 833 -464 Bloodstains on Water Sleeves (Part 1)
This boat seems to be an ancient riverboat, not very large, with an overall dark red color and some brightly colored patterns on both sides of the hull.
Yan Junze stood on the riverbank, looking at this riverboat.
The buildings on both sides of the river also maintain an ancient style, though they have all been refurbished, mainly for commerce, filled with various food stalls and specialty stores.
The shops are thick with dust, and some of their façades are damaged, presenting a scene of decay.
Yan Junze paid no attention to other things. In fact, there are thirteen strangenesses in this area, but except for the one on the riverboat, the others are weaker. He planned to deal with this higher-level one first, then handle the rest.
“It seems like she was a brothel woman in her lifetime…” Yan Junze muttered to himself.
Although this task information appeared quite normal, it always gave him an unusual feeling, like something was not right, but Yan Junze couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.
It was an intuition.
Not long after he stood by the riverbank, the riverboat, originally stationary in the middle of the river, suddenly began to move slowly, approaching in the direction where Yan Junze was standing, and gradually moored at the nearest shore to him.
There were red lanterns swaying on the riverboat, the candlelight flickered brightly and dimly.
If it were before, this riverboat wouldn’t appear in front of anyone, but Yan Junze, after looking at the task information, calculated its appearing time and arrived just at the right moment.
The sky overhead sporadically bathed in moonlight, but because of the appearance of Spirit Bridge, most of the moonlight was blocked, making the night look hazy.
A stroke of red light poured out from the riverboat, illuminating the path in front of Yan Junze.
He looked down, said nothing, and took a step off the riverbank, boarding the riverboat.
The riverboat didn’t sway at all as he boarded; it steadied itself and began to move again towards the middle of the river.
Yan Junze held the Black Spirit Umbrella in his hand, stepping into the cabin of the riverboat. Ever since entering Spirit Bridge, he had held the Black Spirit Umbrella in his hand to guard against any unruly strangenesses that might ambush him.
The inside of the cabin was very clean and tidy, with two rows of slightly smaller red lanterns hanging on the left and right sides, and the room further inside was covered by a light-colored curtain, obscuring the view inside.
However, not far from the curtain, there were two round wooden stools. Yan Junze walked over and sat down on one of them.
His gaze fixated on the curtain, silent.
After waiting for a moment, there was no movement inside, which made him wonder if the strangeness that seemed to reside in that small bedroom was asleep.
Having no choice, he deliberately cleared his throat to remind the entity that he had entered.
Still silent, there was no response.
“Who are you waiting for?” Yan Junze straightforwardly spoke out, his tone calm, his gaze fixed towards the direction of the curtain.
The task information contained the phrase “Plain clothes faintly cast a city’s grace, jade-like beauty still brings the moonlight,” leading Yan Junze to suspect that the person inside the riverboat was waiting for someone.
After he asked the question, a faint sigh, almost imperceptible, emerged from behind the curtain, the voice that of a woman.
But it was just a sigh, no words followed.
“I might be able to resolve your question,” Yan Junze continued.
“What if you can’t?” The woman’s voice, crisp and melodious, sounded.
Yan Junze slightly smiled, offering no answer.
“If you cannot resolve, I will have to keep your head here,” the woman gently said.
As her words fell, Yan Junze suddenly felt something abnormal around him. Turning his head to look around, he saw that all the red lanterns surrounding him had transformed, no longer red lanterns but now displaying heads.
All these heads were male, each with its mouth open, a candle burning within, as if the insides had been hollowed out. The candlelight spilled from the gaping mouths, hollow eye sockets, and ear holes.
It was evident that if Yan Junze couldn’t resolve the issue, his fate would be the same as these heads present.
Shrugging his shoulders, he smiled and said, “Okay.”
A ghostly sigh came from inside once more, the woman as if softly chanting or perhaps reminiscing.
“He is here, help me find him.”
Yan Junze was startled, turning to look at the heads hung around, unsure if the “he” referred to by the woman was among them.
But if it were so easy to find him, then it would be overly simple; she could have found this “he” herself without needing him.
Just then, the woman’s voice continued, melodious, “Finger tips like bamboo shoots, sleeves stained with blood, see who waits behind the curtain, with raven hair.”
Each word was articulated clearly, Yan Junze heard it distinctly.
As the words ended, an imperceptible anomaly reoccurred in the room; Yan Junze turned his head around and noticed several fishing rods that had appeared at the entrance.
Each fishing rod was strung with fishing line, the hooks at the ends already baited. On a closer look, the baits turned out to be severed finger tips.
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Some hooks were baited with two fingers, others with three, the number of baits on each fishing rod varied.
The fingers were still dripping blood.
“Is this asking me to fish using these specially prepared baits?” Yan Junze looked curiously towards the curtain direction, but the woman did not reply.
