I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 654 - 402 Bride (Part 4)_2

Chapter 654: Chapter 402 Bride (Part 4)_2 Chapter 654: Chapter 402 Bride (Part 4)_2 A black dot appeared and then vanished inside the umbrella.

Forbidden zone, second floor.

A man in a black corseted overcoat, casting a semi-translucent figure, stood at the stairway leading to the third floor, looking up.

He could hear a scream that had just erupted but was swiftly cut off.

The sound didn’t seem to belong to a normal person; it was likely produced by strangenesses.

This made the shadowy figure wonder. He hadn’t expected the Demonic Exorcist near the Corpse Bride to enter the third floor so smoothly.

It seemed that even the strangenesses within the chaotic magnetic fields of the third floor had no way to deal with the other party.

The sense of crisis that had initially arisen in his heart now grew even stronger.

He turned his head to glance in the direction of the second-floor corridor rooms. At this moment, all the doors were firmly shut, not a single one ajar, as if they were all hiding.

The little girl in the white princess dress had not appeared, almost as if she was not on the second floor at all.

The shadowy figure remained calm and began to ascend to the third floor.

Once at the turning of the stairs, he glanced at the oil lamp situated on the protruding part of the corner wall, somewhat surprised.

The spot on the wall’s protruding part on the way to the second floor was empty, and here there was an oil lamp, which meant one was missing.

He lifted his gaze toward the doorway to the third floor stairs and abruptly froze, halting in his tracks.

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He saw a man’s back at the top of the third-floor stairway, standing still, facing away from him.

The shadowy figure was powerful and unique; he didn’t need light to see in the darkness. At this moment, upon noticing the motionless figure, he became puzzled.

Because to the shadowy figure, this silhouette seemed human but not like a normal human. As for being a strangeness, he couldn’t sense any strangeness magnetic field from it.

For a moment, the shadowy figure did not move, uncertain of what to do.

Forbidden zone, third floor.

Yan Junze saw the strangeness of the obese woman appearing in the umbrella and then immediately being strangled, and he lowered his head in thought.

Something felt off.

Even though he was already aware of how special the Black Spirit Umbrella was, why were there so many strangenesses daring to linger near it? Even the obese woman strangeness threw caution to the wind, blocking his path forward.

Though in the end, they all couldn’t escape their doomed fate.

Including now, Yan Junze glanced to the side to see a pair of tattered, bare feet still trailing beside the edge of the Black Spirit Umbrella, refusing to leave.

And behind him, the dense footsteps that had just ceased and the strangenesses were still closely following him, an insatiable greed emanating continuously.

They were so persistent even with the protection of the Black Spirit Umbrella. Were all the strangenesses in this forbidden zone insane, or had the magnetic field of the Corpse Bride thrown everything into disarray, preventing them from thinking like ordinary strangenesses?

Something wasn’t right. There must be an issue that he had not perceived.

Yan Junze did not continue forward, the eerie sounds ringing in his ears. He raised his left hand to look at the oil lamp he was holding.

“Could it be, because of this lamp?”

A guess arose in his mind, but he dared not be certain.

Yan Junze hesitated briefly, then placed the oil lamp he was holding on the ground, close to the wall in the corridor, and proceeded slowly with the Black Spirit Umbrella in front.

After walking seven or eight steps in the dark, he turned back to look, and then his body slightly shook.

He saw that at least three figures were now crouched next to the lit oil lamp.

One of the figures had a broken heel and three toes flipped upward on the other foot. It was the strangeness that had been following him outside of the umbrella earlier.

But now, these strangenesses were not following him anymore but were huddled next to the oil lamp, greedily sucking at it. In the dim light, Yan Junze could see their faces filled with satisfaction and excitement.

“Indeed, their target is not me, but this oil lamp,” Yan Junze realized, “For the sake of getting close to this oil lamp, certain strangenesses, like that obese woman, even risked danger by directly confronting the Black Spirit Umbrella.”

Yan Junze stood in the darkness, watching as more and more strangenesses approached the oil lamp, and even saw two or three tentacles stretching out from under the doors of the adjacent closed rooms, making rustling sounds, moving slowly toward the burning oil lamp.

These strangenesses, whether phantoms or corporeal, quickly obscured the light emitted by the oil lamp, rendering Yan Junze unable to see clearly.

However, Yan Junze knew that the strangenesses on this third floor were now too preoccupied to pay attention to him. If he had known the oil lamp had this effect, he should have brought the other oil lamp up as well.

But then again, he thought, that oil lamp was placed at the corner leading to the second floor. Perhaps if lit, it would only affect the second floor.

Having changed the oil lamp on the stairway to the third floor might just have been a lucky accident.

He tried to take out the electric torch from his backpack; there were two, but as he had anticipated, neither of them would turn on.

None of the wall lamps on the third floor were lit. It was probably related to the exceedingly intense chaos of the strangeness magnetic fields, with the electromagnetic environment also being affected.

He took out his lighter. Maybe only this lighter remained as his sole source of light now.

The light from the oil lamp was growing dimmer, and the number of strangenesses gathered around it was clearly increasing.