I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 769 - 441: Triple Spirits (4)_3
Chapter 769 -441: Triple Spirits (4)_3
It was a good thing he was using a Buddhist exorcism; if he had forcefully broken the supernatural ties of the three sisters, there would not have been so many issues.
Simply activating the Control Field and adding the Black Spirit Umbrella would have securely locked them down without any problem.
But at this moment, a part of Yan Junze’s heart had already been touched by these three sisters; he wanted to learn about their lives before death, so he had to proceed with this step.
He Rewound back to the moment right after Zhuang Wenxian had just begun to ask him, “Who moved?”
This time, Yan Junze did not hesitate and said, “It was Zhuang Wenhui who moved.”
As soon as he spoke, he immediately looked at Zhuang Wenxian, who was sitting in the middle, feeling that this time his answer would not pose any problem.
However, unexpectedly, a sudden severe pain erupted just above his thigh; looking down, he saw his pants had been ripped open by a tumorous growth.
That tumour was incredibly large and growing rapidly, soon ready to burst.
“Wrong? The answer is still wrong?” Yan Junze was immediately shocked.
Rewind!
Without waiting for the tumour on his leg to burst, he immediately chose to go back to before he had answered Zhuang Wenxian.
Gazing at the strange backs of the three sisters, Yan Junze was somewhat puzzled.
If none of the sisters moved, then who did? Was it me?
He remembered Cao Heng had reminded him earlier to be careful of something called “attraction.”
The Exorcist from the Aries District had not been able to enter this place, simply because as soon as they stepped into the courtyard, Cao Heng would immediately start to howl in pain.
This gave the impression that the entrance of people from the outside was somehow triggering the onset of Cao Heng’s injuries.
Yan Junze speculated that the “attraction” Cao Heng mentioned must be related to some action or movement and the cause of his injuries, which was why he remained seated here all this time without moving.
It wasn’t possible for him to have moved, and neither had any of the three women.
Zhuang Wenxian’s voice rang out again: “Who moved?”
This time Yan Junze’s gaze slowly swept over the backs of the three sisters: one sat hunched over as a result of frequently playing hide and seek and being cautious, one had arms that had petrified and could not be lowered due to begging for food, and the one in the middle was broken in body, her limbs fractured, slumped helplessly in the chair.
He swallowed hard, piecing together the mission information about the three sisters and guessing much about what they had endured.
To tell the truth, Yan Junze felt somewhat choked up at this moment; this was the first time he had encountered such a feeling since facing the strangenesses.
“Who moved?”
Zhuang Wenxian’s hoarse voice tirelessly inquired.
The scene fell silent once more.
Another ten or so seconds passed, and just as Zhuang Wenxian was about to ask a third time, Yan Junze responded.
“Nobody moved, none of you did,” he said softly and deeply, his gaze fixed on the backs of the three sisters, “You have all been sitting nicely, and nobody moved.”
With these words, the three silhouettes in front of him trembled slightly, and slowly, Zhuang Wenxian, Zhuang Wenjing, and Zhuang Wenhui turned their heads toward Yan Junze.
Three pairs of eyes, white without pupils, looked at him silently, each face bearing injuries that could not be restored. These three sets of eyes were clearly blinded by someone before they had even died.
Yan Junze calmly looked back at them, and to show friendliness, his lips were always slightly curved in a sincere and gentle smile.
“I’ve seen it all; you’ve all been sitting upright, sitting nicely, with no one moving,” he reassured them.
One could feel that after he spoke these words, the temperature in the room no longer felt so cold but began to gradually warm.
The three sisters thus turned away, silently watching him, those three vacant gazes shifting from cold, to surprised, and eventually softening.
However, at this moment, Yan Junze’s expression suddenly turned harsh, the smile replaced by a sneer, and he whispered, “Now I want to know, the person who killed you, is he dead or not?”
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