I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 701 - 418 Mr. Swaphead Corante (5400 words

Chapter 701: Chapter 418 Mr. Swaphead Corante (5400 words, asking for monthly passes!)_3 Chapter 701: Chapter 418 Mr. Swaphead Corante (5400 words, asking for monthly passes!)_3 Seeing this, Sandi immediately approached, clutching a metal rod, and leaned on the door that had just closed.

If need be, he would break through the door to save the people inside, even if it alerted the others nearby or drew the attention of the Half Moon Association.

The sight of his good friend Felton’s head on Mr. Swaphead’s neck had filled Sandi with both horror and anger, and he had been suppressing a raging fury within him ever since.

Inside the room.

Yan Junze walked up to a small bar, propped the umbrella against it, and pointing at the red wine and champagne, asked Corante, “Would you like a drink? By the way, in your current state, can you still drink?”

As he finished speaking, he glanced at Corante’s broken neck.

Corante was even more pleased with this target, and somewhat surprised. He shook his head, “Sorry, I can’t drink at the moment.”

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Then Corante raised his cane, pointing at Yan Junze and said, “You are quite unique, but I can’t sense any equipment on you befitting an exorcist, unlike those fools outside.”

“You just… killed an exorcist?” Yan Junze put down his glass and seriously looked at Corante’s head.

“He tried to kill me first.” Corante shrugged, displaying an expression of resignation on Felton’s face.

“Can’t you find your own head?” Yan Junze picked up the Black Spirit Umbrella again and approached Corante.

Corante paused for a moment, shook his head, and said, “No, I simply enjoy collecting your heads. If you don’t mind, I would like it now.”

As he spoke, his gaze briefly lingered on Yan Junze’s head, “Your head might be the most satisfying one among my current targets. It seems intelligent, and is filled with fearlessness and calm.”

Yan Junze stopped about three meters away from Corante in front of a sofa, not intending to engage Corante in a bayonet fight with the Black Spirit Umbrella just yet.

Leaning in front of the sofa, without sitting down, he smiled and said, “Fearless, because I have the strength to kill you, allowing me to be fearless. Calm, because I know what you truly desire, rather than being blindly terrified upon seeing you, which is why I am calm.”

Hearing these words, Corante was once again taken aback and shook his head, clearly unsure how to proceed.

Yan Junze patted the umbrella in his hand and continued, “As long as I open this umbrella, you are certain to die, so I have no need to hide this from you. But I am not ready to open it now, because I would like to talk to you about… the matter of your own head.”

Corante seemed to have hit a blind spot in his Obsession, looking confused and shaking his head, his cane pointed at Yan Junze, “Perhaps, I should take your head now instead of engaging in pointless chatter.”

“Aren’t you sometimes quite the chatterbox?” Yan Junze laughed, “Taking my head is just as useless to you. Come on, I’ll find your own head for you, and then I’ll tell you the cause of your death, which might improve your mood.”

Corante grew more confused.

Yan Junze spread his hands and said, “Take off your top hat, let me have a look.”

Corante immediately reached to protect the hat atop his head, clearly not willing to just hand it over to Yan Junze.

Yan Junze continued, “You were a wealthy businessman from Mengen Fort State in life, but you were not good to your wife, having at least three mistresses on the side. This directly caused your wife’s emotional distress, and behind your back, she found a new love. The two of them conspired to hire a hitman to kill you while you were on a business trip to Saint Gala City, and out of vengeance, they beheaded you.”

Unable to help himself, Corante took off his hat and asked, “What you’re saying… how long ago did it happen?”

“Hmm, it was about eighty years ago now,” Yan Junze shrugged as he spoke, “Afterward, your body was quietly buried, and then your wife conspired with her lover to seize your assets. However, their misdeeds were exposed, and both were subsequently arrested by the State Security Bureau.”

These were just old news, which could easily be understood with a little effort searching on the internet.

Of course, Corante wasn’t the name of this wealthy businessman, Yan Junze had simply reverse-searched and speculated based on clues to determine that Corante was involved with this case before his death.

“Your real name is Kroft Connor, only because when you woke up after the outbreak of strangenesses, your memory was disturbed and fuzzy, and you remembered your name as Corante.”

Yan Junze spoke calmly and reached out his hand again, “Now, may I take a look at your hat?”

Corante hesitated for a moment, loosening the grip on the brim of his hat slightly, and passed the top hat to Yan Junze.

Yan Junze immediately flipped the hat to look inside, shook his head sympathetically, placed the Black Spirit Umbrella aside, and while reaching into the hat’s cylinder, he said, “To help you, I’m really putting aside any sense of disgust.”

Soon, he pulled out a rotten head from inside and placed it on the ground, then a second, a third, a fourth… until the eleventh.

Surprisingly, although the top hat had a large interior, it seemed impossible that it could hold so many heads.

But the fact was that it indeed did contain that many.

In the end, Yan Junze took out the twelfth head, placed it on the ground, then looked at the top hat to make sure nothing was left, and handed it back to Corante: “That’s all.”

Corante took it back without expression, not bothering to put it on.

Pointing to the twelfth head, which was the last one taken out of the top hat, Yan Junze said, “If I’m not mistaken, after you were killed, the murderer chopped off your head and tossed it into your favorite top hat. In fact, your own head, which your subconscious had been searching for so long, was right beside you all along, it was just that you had overlooked it.”

Click!

Corante stretched out his right hand to lift off Felton’s head and then walked over to his own slightly aged head, cradling it, and slowly placed it on his neck.

Boom!

The room door was bust open by Sandi, who could no longer restrain himself from outside, because there had been a slight fluctuation of the strangenesses’ magnetic field when Corante removed Felton’s head, making him think that Corante had made his move.

But upon seeing the scene inside the room, Sandi was instantly dumbfounded.

“Thank you!”

Corante lifted his own head, looking warmly at Yan Junze with sincere gratitude, not even glancing at Sandi, who had rushed in and was standing beside with a bewildered face.

“You’re welcome, I think… your Obsession can now come to an end!” Yan Junze nodded slightly.

A black mist emanated from around Corante’s body, quickly enveloping him until the black mist began to fade, and with it, Corante’s body disappeared without a trace.

Sandi stared at this scene, dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on. Mr. Swaphead disappeared without cutting off someone else’s head, and it seemed he never had any intention to harm anyone from Huaying in the room.

Yan Junze was still leaning on the couch, his gaze turned to Sandi, and he spoke, “You must belong to a small Exorcism Organization in Saint Gala City, huh? Got any tricky strangeness cases? Introduce me to one. The credit for the exorcism counts towards you.”