I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 452 331 The person in the photo (Part 2) (5000 words, Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly ticket!)_2
Before long, he finally entered the residential complex, but as he walked further in, the rotting flesh on his body began to fall off incessantly, his steps labored yet determined. He raised his decaying head, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the direction of the Yan Family's floors.
Just at that moment, the rotting strangeness suddenly shook violently, halting in his tracks.
He looked down at his stomach, which was already rotting away, and about two seconds later, the wound in the stomach was suddenly torn open, growing vastly larger.
An old woman's head emerged from the stomach, slowly crawling out and floating in front of the rotting strangeness.
Below the neck of the old woman's head floated a blood-red silk thread, gently swaying, strikingly beautiful.
As her head emerged, the rotting strangeness let out an extremely miserable scream, but the moment the scream was uttered, it was immediately suppressed by a powerful and invisible force, confining the sound to this tiny area, unheard by anyone.
Right under the old woman's gaze, the rotting strangeness rotted away inch by inch, falling to the ground and dissolving into nothingness.
The old woman's face was kind and smiling, quietly watching all this unfold.
Meanwhile, outside the residential complex, no other strangeness dared to linger, each scrambling away as if fleeing for their lives.
At the same time, within the underground parking garage's pipelines, black bugs once again appeared out of thin air on the headless body, crawling on the surface, ready to gnaw.
However, two strange babies had long been waiting nearby, and the moment the black bugs appeared, they immediately pounced on them with crunching noises.
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That night,
Xia Ruolan washed up early and used a specially crafted mugwort herbal pouch to fumigate her head, claiming it helped with sleep, then climbed into bed ready to call it a night.
Her husband, Deng Bing, knowing that his wife had been restless and in poor spirits these past two days, also sat on the bed with her, picking up a book to read.
Xia Ruolan, on the other hand, lay on her side, hugging her husband's arm, her eyes half closed, quickly falling asleep.
She slept soundly that night; having called 4747 during the day and later told the exorcist Yan Junze in person, her constantly anxious heart finally found a sliver of peace at this moment.
Xia Ruolan dared not, and did not want to look at the photo on her phone again, for fear that the person in the photo would continue to turn their head, causing her heart to flutter and preventing her from sleeping.
Now with her husband by her side, she had a deep sleep.
In a daze, she found herself standing on a vast plain of blue grass, boundless, with a light breeze stirring, lifting Ruolan's hair, caressing her exposed arms and calves.
Ruolan glanced down to find, to her surprise, that she was barefoot, with no shoes on, but her tender white feet, caressed by the gentle touch of the sun, seemed crystal clear, with the blue veins faintly visible.
As a kindergarten teacher, Ruolan knew very well that such a spacious and flat grassland was the most comfortable and safest playground for children.
At that thought, laughter from children came from behind her.
She turned her head and saw the children from her class, boys and girls, familiar little faces, each one running and chasing one another, with another teacher from their class running around taking care of them.
Seeing Ruolan approach, the female teacher took off the camera hanging from her chest and said, "Teacher Xia, come over here, hold Yingying, and I'll take a picture of you two."
Ruolan walked over with a smile, lifted a chubby little girl with two pigtails on her head, and said, "Yingying, look over there, follow teacher's hand signs, say cheese!"
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The female teacher took a photo but didn't put down her camera. Instead, she extended her right hand, gesturing them to come closer, "Another one, ready now, hmm, turn your head, turn your head..."
Ruolan paused, initially thinking she had misheard, not understanding why she was suddenly being told to turn her head, so she just stared at the camera lens, looking at the female teacher, motionless.
"Turn your head, I'm telling you to turn your head!"
The female teacher's tone suddenly became stern, her camera facing their direction, her voice soft, sharp, and high-pitched.
"Turn your head around! Turn your head around!"
Ruolan was completely startled at this point, and in her panic, the girl, Yingying, whom she was holding, suddenly went 'bang' and turned into a puff of white smoke and vanished.
Ruolan's arms were suddenly empty, leaving her at a loss and extremely frightened.
"I'm telling you... turn! Your! Head! Around!"
The female teacher still hadn't put down the camera she was taking pictures with, and her voice suddenly became eerily shrill.
Ah!
Ruolan let out a piercing scream, abruptly sitting up to find herself drenched in sweat, with large beads of it covering her face.
"It was just a dream!"
Looking to the side, she saw that she was the only one lying in bed; her husband wasn't sitting beside her.
But there was an indentation in the pillow nearby, indicating that her husband Deng Bing must have just left the bed.
Sitting up in bed, she heard the sound of the TV from the living room, seeming to be the dialogue from some costume drama.
The feeling of terror still lingered in Ruolan's heart, and she didn't dare to sleep alone again, thinking her husband must have seen her asleep and couldn't help but go watch TV in the living room.
She threw off the covers, slipped into her slippers, got out of bed, and walked to the bedroom door.
The bedroom door was ajar, not closed tightly, and from here, the sound of the TV in the living room was even clearer.
"Deng Bing, why did you go watch TV? I just had a nightmare," Ruolan said as she pulled open the door and walked out, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
