I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 834 - 464: Water Sleeves Stained with Blood (Part 1)_2

Chapter 834 -464: Water Sleeves Stained with Blood (Part 1)_2

After some thought, Yan Junze picked up a fishing rod, walked out of the cabin, and moved to the side of the boat. Grasping the rod, he put a bit of force into it and cast the fishline with bait into the river.

A small ripple formed on the water’s surface, and soon enough, the fishhook along with two fingers slowly sank.

A cool breeze blew over the river, sending a chill over Yan Junze. He pulled his collar tighter, unsure how long this fishing attempt might take.

He had noticed earlier that the fingers used as bait seemed slender and had delicate, fair skin, hardly like a man’s hands, more likely they belonged to a woman.

Moments later, the fishing rod dipped, suggesting something had taken the bait.

Yan Junze quickly grabbed with both hands, beginning to slowly reel in the catch, pulling the hooked object towards the surface, which gradually emerged from the water.

To his surprise, it appeared to be a clump of hair, long and abundant, floating on the water, obscuring whatever else might be below it.

Yan Junze also felt that the catch was fairly light, seemingly just a mass of long hair.

But as it drew closer, a face surfaced from the water, and Yan Junze widened his eyes, pulling and observing carefully; in no time, a woman dressed in a white Water Sleeve Dress was dragged out.

The woman’s cheeks were swollen, her hands protruding from the dress also grossly inflated, likely due to being submerged for an extended period.

Had it not been for certain distinctively female features, some parts swollen even more severely than others, even Yan Junze would have been unable to determine her gender.

As he hoisted her out of the water using the fishing rod, the weight suddenly increased dramatically, startling him, nearly snapping the rod.

He immediately bent down, reached out and firmly grasped her hair, discarded the fishing rod, and directly yanked upward with both hands, pulling the hair forcefully.

The scene that followed was of an extremely horrifying and disgusting corpse, emitting a fetid smell, being hauled out of the water by Yan Junze like a doll, and then disdainfully thrown onto the deck.

Gasping for breath, Yan Junze entered the cabin and asked, “Is this the person you’re looking for?”

“No,” came a voice from behind the curtain.

“Then who is she…?”

“My maid,” was the reply.

Yan Junze nodded, asked no further, picked up another fishing rod by the door—this one baited with three bloody fingers.

The two fingers from the first fishing rod had disappeared after he pulled up the swollen corpse, probably now either in the corpse’s mouth or swallowed down its throat.

Even though the bait could be reused, Yan Junze had no desire to retrieve it from her mouth.

Casting the bait from the second fishing rod into the water, this time Yan Junze changed his position on the boat and began to wait in silence once again, occasionally glancing back at the swollen corpse on the deck, watching to see if it would rise on its own while he wasn’t paying attention and surprise him with a sudden attack.

The chill on the boat grew stronger, and the temperature around seemed to drop even further at that moment. Yan Junze had already stored his Black Spirit Umbrella in the node, ready to be easily released in case of an emergency.

It seemed as though the presence of the corpse continued to lower the temperature of the air.

It was dead silent all around, not even the sound of flowing water could be heard, as if everything in the environment was lifeless, not just on the boat but even beneath it, as if there wasn’t a single living fish below.

Moments later, something made him look back reflexively, and he was instantly shocked.

Because the previously flat-lying swollen corpse was now bent in shape, and not just that, her puffy cheeks were stretched apart, her mouth gaping wide open.

Yan Junze bent down for a closer look, noticed she stayed that way without moving, unsure whether something had crawled out of her mouth, or if she had opened it herself.

Fortunately, her swollen eyes remained closed.

Just then, the fishing rod dipped, indicating another catch.

Yan Junze shifted his attention immediately, looking towards the water. He could only see the float submerge, nothing else visible.

He began to reel in right away. This time, the object beneath the water had some weight to it, yet it didn’t surface, only being drawn quickly towards the bow.

“Could it be another corpse?” Yan Junze wondered.

As he got closer, he could see a piece of clothing beneath the surface of the water, to be precise, a long dress.

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“Another female corpse?” Yan Junze exclaimed in surprise, “It couldn’t be that woman’s maid, could it?”

Upon lifting the fishing rod, the heavy feeling suddenly lightened, and with a swish, a dress was pulled out of the water, water pouring off it, revealing it was just a set of clothes.

This was a Water Sleeve Dress, with no body inside.

However, the surface of the Water Sleeve Dress was stained with splotches of blood, a sight so alarming at a glance, with some parts of the dress torn or possibly pierced by a sharp object.

At this moment, Yan Junze looked at the fish hook, and the three fingers hooked on it were now gone without a trace.

It seems that with each haul, the fingers on it would disappear, not necessarily eaten by that female corpse, or perhaps falling into the water.

The waist of this Water Sleeve Dress was quite narrow, even the female corpse on the boat deck, not yet bloated, might not fit into it.

Perhaps it belonged to someone else.

Thinking of this, Yan Junze turned his head and glanced at the female corpse with her mouth agape, then suddenly shivered, his eyes widening as he stared at the bloated female corpse.

Because at this moment, the female corpse had changed her position, no longer curled up on the ground, but now sitting up facing his direction, her mouth still wide open, her entire face swollen like a white steamed bun.

However, her eyes were still closed.

He took the Water Sleeve Dress in his hand, and seeing that the female corpse was now sitting up, Yan Junze held the dress next to her for comparison, confirmed it was not her clothes, and then laid the Water Sleeve Dress flat on the deck.

Turning around to return to the entrance of the boat’s small cabin, he casually picked up the third fishing rod, baited with two more fingers.

Speaking towards the curtain, he said: “This time, I fished up a Water Sleeve Dress, probably yours; I’ve placed it outside for you.”

There was a moment of silence behind the curtain, followed by a calm voice.

“Thank you.”

Holding the third fishing rod, he walked to the bow to cast the bait in a new direction into the river.

The temperature on the boat dropped again, and Yan Junze could now clearly see his own breath, turning to look at the riverbank, where a foggy mist obscured the sight of the shops along the shore.

He had the illusion that the boat was no longer in the same river as before but seemed to have reached an unknown body of water.

Whoosh—

A strong cool breeze swept in, causing the small red flag at the bow to flutter loudly.

“Damn, why is it getting colder? Had I known the river was this cold, I would have worn more clothes before the mission,” Yan Junze couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

Turning his head to look, the swollen female corpse was still sitting there with her mouth wide open, not having moved.

Suddenly, the fishing rod in his hand trembled violently, almost slipping into the river.

Yan Junze was startled, quickly grabbing the rod tightly with both hands, as the object snagged under the water seemed to be struggling, and the struggle was very vigorous.

This time was different from the previous two; whatever was on the hook, it really seemed to be a live fish.

Yan Junze pulled slowly, afraid that the fishing line would break or the struggling fish would slip off the hook—loosening it a little, tightening it a little, gradually reeling in the line. When it was close to the boat, he gave a strong pull, and a dark, slippery creature was lifted out of the water.

However, Yan Junze was immediately shocked; what he never expected was that the hook did not snag a fish, but a… baby!

This was a male infant with a purplish body, his head only sparsely covered with a few tufts of hair, wet and clinging to his scalp, his lips pierced by the hook, limbs limp, dangling motionless in mid-air.

When it was under water, it clearly felt like the baby was struggling and thrashing violently, but now it looked as if it had been dead for a long time, its body color even changed.

Yan Junze quickly laid the baby on the deck gently, crouched down, and slowly removed the fish hook from the baby’s lips.

Upon closer inspection, he realized the infant might have died shortly after birth, its bones so fragile that even a little force could rotate the joints in its tiny arms.