I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 676 - 410 Abnormal Alabell (Part Four)_2

Chapter 676: Chapter 410 Abnormal Alabell (Part Four)_2 Chapter 676: Chapter 410 Abnormal Alabell (Part Four)_2 Yan Junze searched the whole house, but apart from finding a plastic basin and a towel, there was nothing else.

There was no other choice but to go out and have a look.

At this moment, Alabell’s pain obviously became much more severe; she grasped the sheets with both hands, turning her head to look at Yan Junze. Her mouth, already split, seemed to be stretched even further by her pain. The bulge in her belly moved in waves, clearly indicating that no unborn child would be kicking with such intensity.

It was certain that the child in her belly wasn’t normal, definitely not a regular infant.

“Hold on for a bit, I’m going to check the next room for some hot water and will be right back,” Yan Junze said to Alabell on the bed.

Alabell didn’t respond; not a bead of sweat could be seen on her forehead, as if she was incapable of sweating at all.

Yan Junze also noticed that even though she seemed to be in severe pain, her water hadn’t broken yet. She might need to endure the pain a bit longer, which should give him enough time to prepare.

But then he thought, no, Alabell couldn’t be measured by normal standards. It was unclear whether she even had amniotic fluid, and it was possible she could just give birth to a little brat without needing anything at all.

However, preparations still had to be made. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to have done nothing while she was in pain for so long, offering nothing but some damn emotional comfort.

Even if he didn’t understand anything, as long as he got everything ready and symbolically provided some help, shouting “Keep going” by her side was better than doing nothing at all.

With that, Yan Junze hurriedly walked to the door, took hold of the handle, gently twisted it, and then pulled the door open.

He didn’t want to make too much noise, and currently, even though Alabell was in pain, she had not made much of a sound which was only audible within the room.

If possible, it was best to keep everything contained within this room without letting it spread outside.

That Alabell would go into labor during the mission was wholly unexpected; Yan Junze could never have imagined it.

When the door opened, Yan Junze looked up and was stunned at the entrance.

There outside the door stood a blonde man in a black trench coat, his eyes narrowed into slits, hands tucked into his pockets, standing at the doorway with a slight smile looking at him.

“You… are here,” the blonde man spoke, his Huaying less than perfect.

Reaper Morrison!

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With just one glance, although he had never really seen the other up close before and had only witnessed Morrison’s shadow in the Corpse Bride mission, Yan Junze instantly recognized him.

And from the looks of it, this wasn’t an avatar projection of Morrison, but his actual, physical body – the Reaper himself!

The next second, Yan Junze felt the magnetic field around him freeze; he couldn’t even move a finger and could only stand frozen at the doorway, staring blankly at Morrison, at the mercy of his manipulation.

Rewind!

Time rewound, returning to the moment Yan Junze sat silently beside the bed, holding Alabell’s hand.

What to do? Morrison’s appearance had been triggered, but when? Could it have been Alabell’s groaning that reached outside?

He shook his head.

No, that couldn’t be right. If such a small volume could trigger it, his own voice conversing with her inside the house would have alerted Morrison long ago, not when Alabell was about to give birth.

Wait, give birth?

Could it be that Alabell’s labor triggered Morrison’s appearance?

This thought merely flickered through Yan Junze’s mind, but what he needed to consider now was how not to trigger Morrison.

If it was indeed Alabell’s labor that did it, there was no solution, since Alabell was bound to have that scene eventually, it was unavoidable unless he chose not to complete the mission.

So, not wait for her labor and just kill her straight away? Give up the idea of a Buddhist-style exorcism.

After all, compared to removing Alabell, the notion of earning energy points from the mission could take a back seat. Preventing the altar from opening was the key, and incidentally getting rid of this cruel woman would kill two birds with one stone.

“Then abandon the mission issued by the Spacetime Atlas!”

Having made up his mind, Yan Junze released the Black Spirit Umbrella from the mental atlas, gripped the handle with his left hand, and placed his thumb on the switch that would open the umbrella, while his right hand still held onto Alabell’s without letting go. He slowly stood up, ensuring that as the Black Spirit Umbrella opened, it would cover Alabell.

As he stood up, he was very careful, trying his best to keep his grip on Alabell’s hand still, and his body stiffly straightened up finally.

Alabell remained still; her belly hadn’t started hurting yet, so she must have been asleep.

Yan Junze took a deep breath, slowly raised his left hand holding the umbrella above Alabell’s body, and pressed the switch with his thumb fiercely. The Black Spirit Umbrella opened with a swish.

As the umbrella opened, Yan Junze worried that, given Alabell’s special Strange Body constitution, he wondered if the Black Spirit Umbrella could recognize her and launch an immediate attack just like it did with other strangenesses.

But the next second, he knew he had worried for nothing, as three strands of energy appeared instantly inside the Black Spirit Umbrella, intertwined and hurtled rapidly towards Alabell’s body!

Alabell’s bent body tightened in an instant as if struck by lightning, then arched rapidly, a piercing scream that barely started to form immediately sealed by the umbrella’s energy.