I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 704 - 419 The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words

Chapter 704: Chapter 419: The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words, asking for monthly passes!)_3 Chapter 704: Chapter 419: The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words, asking for monthly passes!)_3 After a pause, just as Olivia was about to announce the rehearsal to be stopped, a young man’s voice suddenly rang out from not far behind her, “No need to stop. You can continue; leave it to me.”

Olivia turned around to look and saw it was Sandi from the Ressa Exorcism Organization, whom she recognized, standing beside a young man with an unfamiliar Huaying face—the one who had just spoken was obviously this young man.

“This is Gill Steve, a very outstanding exorcist,” Sandi introduced with a smile to Olivia.

Neither he nor Olivia noticed that at the mention of this name, Yan Junze rolled his eyes, silently despising Zhang Xiaomo’s bad taste once more.

“Hello, Mr. Steve,” Olivia quickly responded, smiling at Yan Junze.

“Hello,” Yan Junze nodded at her, then turned his gaze to the choir on stage.

“Gill, I’ve already told you the specifics on the way here. We still can’t catch the strangeness hidden among the choir. Please take a look and see how to handle it.”

Having experienced the Headless Gentleman incident, Sandi clearly had great respect for Yan Junze, speaking in a respectful tone tinged with an attempt to curry favor.

“Please call me Steve, thank you,” Yan Junze said expressionlessly.

“Sure, sure, Mr. Steve…” Sandi quickly corrected himself.

Yan Junze turned his head to Olivia with a smile, “May I say a few words to the ladies of the choir?”

“Of course,” Olivia nodded and made a welcoming gesture.

Yan Junze walked up to the platform, Sandi didn’t follow but instead stood with Olivia among the audience.

“This person… is he from your Ressa Organization?” Olivia asked.

Sandi shook his head with a smile: “No, he’s a high-level exorcist I’ve managed to invite after much effort. For your theatre, Ressa has spent quite a sum. However, the price may go up a bit, but it won’t be too outrageous, that’s the difference between us and the Half Moon Association.”

Olivia nodded: “No problem, I can make the decision, as long as we can get rid of the trouble quickly.”

“Ladies,” standing on the stage about two meters behind the lead singer Ophelia, Yan Junze spoke, “The song you are singing right now should be ‘Santa Lucia’, I’ve heard it before. Now please continue and sing it from beginning to end. Remember, you must finish the song this time, no matter what you hear or see in the middle, do not stop, do not hesitate, just complete this song, alright?”

Everyone stayed silent, just staring at Yan Junze in surprise.

Yan Junze’s tone became stern, “If anyone is disturbed and interrupts midway, we must start over, until we finish the song completely. Otherwise, that strangeness among you will always follow you. Forever!”

All the ladies of the choir trembled, unable to help but nod hurriedly.

“Alright,” Yan Junze clapped his hands, “Calm your hearts, focus on how to finish this song, and don’t mind other strange sounds. Just sing it through.”

After speaking, he turned his head and signaled to Olivia with his eyes.

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Olivia nodded, had everyone take their positions, and took on the role of the conductor as if it were an actual performance.

About five minutes later, ‘Santa Lucia’ officially began.

Yan Junze had already returned to the audience to stand with Sandi.

Sandi, anxious, asked, “Mr. Steve, are you certain we should do nothing when the strangeness appears?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just do as I said,” Yan Junze nodded.

He then made a shushing gesture and pointed towards the stage.

At this moment, one girl’s voice became noticeably off, as if she had been frightened out of tune by something.

“Start over!” Yan Junze called out loudly.

Everyone paused slightly, then began again.

After the fifth attempt, the choir members seemed to have finally found their groove.

Just now, Betty felt behind her back a sharp, hoarse, bizarre, and even a mysteriously mournful howl rise.

The sound did not seem to disrupt everyone, but rather it was truly singing, giving its all in its performance.

Betty’s scalp tingled, and goosebumps covered her body, but she did not hesitate and continued to sing.

Soon, from the front of Viral, which was the left side of the first row, came a shrill scream, as if a woman with a torn throat was screaming for her life, the sound rising from low to high, becoming gradually clearer.

At this moment, the other choir members, including Olivia, heard it as well.

Yan Junze and Sandi heard it simultaneously.

Following the sound, both of them looked towards where it was coming from.

They saw a woman in a white dress standing there, gaunt, with brown hair completely covering her face, her body trembling in rhythm with the eerie, piercing sounds.

Olivia saw it too, her nerves nowhere as strong as those of an exorcist, she shuddered violently and quickly closed her eyes.

The woman was standing next to the lead singer Ophelia, who was shaking all over yet, astonishingly, managed to keep her voice steady, smoothly following along with the choir.

To Yan Junze, that bizarre and strange sound was very similar to a song, or more accurately a voice, he had heard in his past life.

That song, to be honest, was hard for anyone to listen to until the end, as describing it as a ghostly wail was not an exaggeration; it was called “Lost Rivers.”

Art critics commented that the song “was a cacophony of shattered human howls from beginning to end,” “a raw abstract squeal where the vocal cords were treated as instruments,” “an experiment using every possible vocalization method.”

Yan Junze from his previous life had never finished listening to it and had gotten goosebumps all over, unable to sleep well for an entire night.

Now this shrill howling conjured his past life’s horrifying memories, making Yan Junze feel just as bad as the girls on stage.

“Too unpleasant, the horror of the voice is indescribable,” Yan Junze turned to glance at Sandi next to him.

The corners of Sandi’s mouth were twitching.

Yan Junze couldn’t help but admire the girls in the choir; even with such a sound mixed in, they had stubbornly sung “Santa Lucia” a cappella.

The frightening woman didn’t stay in one place; she then moved behind Ophelia, to the left side of Betty, continuing her grim howl.

“This bizarre throat must have been burnt,” Sandi whispered to Yan Junze.

By the time the song drew near its close, all the singers were drenched in sweat, as though they had been through a war without the smoke, panting heavily until Ophelia finally ended the song perfectly.

“Good!”

Yan Junze led the applause and walked towards the stage.

At this time, the other girls had not fully come to their senses; Olivia turned her head to look at Yan Junze, not daring to look at the white-dressed, brown-haired woman who still stood in place and had not disappeared.

Yan Junze waved his hand and pointed at Ophelia, “Except for our lead singer here, the rest of the members may leave now.”

In reality, that strange obsession had already been fulfilled; now, Yan Junze was simply granting her a wish beyond that.

After all the other choir members had left with puzzled looks, Olivia, at Yan Junze’s signal, also left the stage and returned to Sandi’s side, watching the remaining two people on the stage with some astonishment.

Ophelia still seemed very tense, and most importantly, she didn’t know why the exorcist had asked her to stay by herself.

At this moment, Yan Junze approached the lead singer and, lowering his voice, said unhurriedly, “Please turn around and say goodbye to this strange lady, and then after the state banquet performance, go turn yourself in.”