I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 770 - 442: Triple Spirits (Final)

Chapter 770 -442: Triple Spirits (Final)

As Yan Junze uttered these words, his mind almost simultaneously received a task completion prompt.

[Wooden Man, scared witless (low), completed, you have gained 2100 Different Dimension Energy points]

The task regarding Zhuang Wenxian was thus completed.

Zhuang Wenxian’s obsession was fully mirrored in the Wooden Man game; before she died, in order to protect her two sisters, she would intentionally move a little in almost every Wooden Man round.

This would draw the attention of that guy to her, making sure that if there was a beating, it would only be inflicted on herself, thus sparing her two sisters.

Not only that, but Zhuang Wenjing and Zhuang Wenhui could also obtain life-sustaining food because of it.

For the “Wooden Man” game, had Yan Junze not read the task information or completed the other two sisters’ tasks, he wouldn’t have found any clue at all.

But after completing the previous tasks, he had roughly guessed the cause of the three sisters’ deaths, and connecting everything together, he quickly came to a definitive answer.

For Zhuang Wenxian, in the game, as long as she sat still, she wouldn’t be beaten, and if she wasn’t beaten, she wouldn’t die.

So the accurate answer was that none of them moved.

Of course, just saying this wouldn’t allow them to escape Zhuang Wenxian’s eerie magnetic field; in reality, if Zhuang Wenxian so desired, the triplets’ magnetic fields could merge in an instant, unleashing even greater power.

Not to mention a top-tier four-star exorcist, even if a five-star exorcist came, in the face of the combined might of the three sisters, the likely outcome would be an inability to dispel their presence and a retreat.

Yan Junze’s laissez-faire approach to exorcism played a huge role at this point; it was to find the greatest commonality between the three.

Because be it hide-and-seek, the ghost hand in the box, or the three sisters’ Wooden Man game, their commonality, without exception, pointed to that middle-aged man.

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He, one could say, was their biggest obsession.

Therefore, Yan Junze’s last words were able to suddenly lower Zhuang Wenxian’s guard, and at this moment, the three sisters’ hostility towards him was gradually dissolving away.

“If you let me know the whole story, I will definitely help you, instead of letting the three of you endlessly cycle through this obsession. Yes, I will take good care of you.”

…

“I will definitely take good care of you!”

The middle-aged man kindly patted the head of the youngest sister Zhuang Wenhui, gently stroking the hair that rested on her shoulder.

Zhuang Wenhui, frightened, kept her head down and dared not look at him. Her hands were bound behind her back, and she was kneeling on the ground.

The other two sisters were also kneeling beside her in the same posture.

The man raised his head, looking around the empty, spacious house, and muttered to himself, “I’ll take care of you right here… take care until death!”

He paused, let out a sinister chuckle, then snapped back to reality and continued, “There’s a jammer in the house, so the message you tried to send secretly just now, Wenxian, did not really go through.”

He lifted a cell phone, its screen was lit, showing “Message Failed to Send.”

Three cell phones were lined up on the ground. The man took up a hammer, smashing each phone with a blow, and then threw them into the charcoal furnace burning beside him.

“Now… no one knows where you are.”

The man shrugged his shoulders, put away the little hammer behind him, and walked over to a table nearby, opening a red box which contained two syringes and several vials of unnamed liquid.

He casually took out the syringes and picked up one of the vials, shook it a bit, then inserted the needle, drawing a syringe full of liquid.

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Wenxian’s gaze slightly sharpened as she blurted out, “I’ve seen this box before, you used this box at my house.”

“Remembering only now?” The man grinned, “I’ve used it for a long time at your place, or rather, our place.”

Holding up the syringe to his eye, he gently squeezed it to expel the air at the top, “Your mother’s diabetes was getting worse, in those months before she passed away, wasn’t I serving her day in and day out, including giving her insulin injections before meals, hehe!”

“This… this isn’t insulin!” Zhuang Wenxian shouted furiously, her cheeks flushing with anger.

“Indeed, it’s not.” The man smiled, “I just added a bit of this substance to it. You have no idea, it’s quite troublesome to add something to an insulin syringe, I had to be so careful every time, fearing that your mother might see it. Oh, by the way, Zhong Qing’s death was really due to illness, it has nothing to do with this medicine.”

The man walked over to Zhuang Wenhui holding the syringe, at which she immediately tried to back away in fear.

“What are you doing?” Zhuang Wenxian and Zhuang Wenjing cried out in alarm at the same time.

“Don’t worry, your turns will come soon.” The man said smilingly, “First let’s put you to sleep, cherish this moment. After this, you might never again be as lucid as today.”

He expertly inserted the needle into Zhuang Wenhui’s arm; within two or three seconds he had emptied all the liquid, after which he stood up and returned to the red box.

Because he squeezed the plunger so quickly, some liquid flowed back out through the needle hole in Zhuang Wenhui’s skin, mixing with a trace of blood.

But it was clear that the dose of liquid was large, which was why he pushed the plunger so quickly, not caring in the slightest if the bit that oozed out would reduce the drug’s effectiveness.