I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 430 - 321: Takeout (Part 5) (Vote for monthly ticket!)_2

Chapter 430: Chapter 321: Takeout (Part 5) (Vote for monthly ticket!)_2

Yan Junze offered his reassurances and said he would get there as soon as possible before hanging up the phone.

Cai Yongheng placed the phone beside him, his tense expression slightly relaxing. He looked up at his family and said, “The exorcist master is coming right away, just hang in there a little longer.”

Cai Yongheng’s sixteen-year-old son, Cai Hao, perked up upon hearing that the exorcist was coming soon, and excitedly said to his mother beside him, “Mom, did you hear that? The exorcist is coming, we’re going to be saved!”

His mother, Yang Zhen, nodded her head, but her eyes still betrayed her terror as she glanced at the other rooms in the house.

At that moment, whether it was the kitchen or the bedroom, the bathroom or the balcony, all the doors were tightly shut.

“Come, sit next to me. Right now, we don’t worry about anything else; we just wait for the exorcist master to arrive. It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay…”

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With one arm around his son and the other around his wife, Cai Yongheng sat with them on the couch. Though the couch was spacious, the three of them huddled close together, forming a tight group.

The Cai Family’s home exuded an extremely cold and somber air. The three individuals were all dressed in thick sweaters and down jackets, and a heavy cotton quilt lay on the couch.

Not long after the three had huddled together, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

The trio jolted with fear, their eyes darting to the door, only to see an old man in a gray cotton-padded coat walking out.

The elderly man was hunchbacked, his face pale and eyes as if covered with a thin film, his limbs stiff and radiating an aura of chill.

After walking out of the bedroom, he came directly to the living room, approaching the couch where the three were sitting, then stopped.

The old man opened his lips, adhesive strings connecting his upper and lower lips, and asked, “Son, where is the belt I left on the back of the chair in the study?”

“Hallucination, hallucination, there’s nothing there, I didn’t see anything…” Cai Yongheng dared not lift his head to look at the old man, simply bowing his head and trembling, constantly muttering to himself.

“Son, I am talking to you, did you hear me?” The old man was clearly getting angry.

Ignoring the old man completely was an action that showed a stark lack of respect for him.

However, Cai Yongheng still remained silent, just continually muttering.

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The old man became even more incensed, stepping forward and reaching out his calloused, wrinkled hand towards the bowed head of Cai Yongheng.

“Grandpa…” Cai Hao couldn’t hold it any longer and quickly spoke up.

The old man’s reaching hand hesitated, stopping in its tracks.

“I’m sorry, Grandpa, I damaged your belt last time and then threw it away,” Cai Hao explained, ignoring his mother’s tug on his arm.

“Disobedient! Disobedient!” The old man stamped his foot hard, huffing as he turned around and walked back to the bedroom. It was evident that he was walking on the tips of his toes, his gait unnervingly weird.

As he entered the bedroom, the door to the bathroom on the opposite side opened, and a portly old crone came out and made her way to the living room.

This old crone, too, was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, walking on the balls of her feet, with her arms hanging straight down without swinging, her eyes a grey blur, gazing straight ahead.

“There’s no paper in the toilet, what on earth do you do all day, you lazy daughter-in-law?”

Although she seemed to be looking at the window behind the couch when she spoke, she was actually addressing the people seated on the couch.

After seeing the fat old crone appear, Cai Hao’s mother, Yang Zhen, began to tremble violently. Upon hearing the old woman’s words, Yang Zhen explained in a frightened stammer, “Mom, there is paper in the bathroom. It’s in the roll holder on the wall, not like before when it was placed on a small stool.”

“Talking back, you lazy daughter-in-law! I’m hungry, aren’t you going to cook?” After saying this, the fat old crone turned around and walked away, her arms hanging stiffly by her side.

But she didn’t go far, instead standing by the television cabinet, her back against the wall, staring blankly at the people sitting on the couch.

At this moment, the three on the couch trembled like chaff, and Yang Zhen whispered to Cai Yongheng, “Quickly bring your mother inside, I’m scared.”

“I’m scared too, my mother has always been fierce, I’ve been terrified of her since I was a child,” Cai Yongheng said in a whisper, not daring to breathe loudly.

It was Cai Hao who swallowed his saliva and mustered the courage to say, “Grandma…”

“Aren’t you going to cook?” The fat old crone suddenly let out a sharp shriek, her voice piercing and eerie.

The threesome on the couch jolted violently, and Yang Zhen, as if on reflex, stood up immediately. Her hands and feet seemed to move on their own, verging on tears as she slowly made her way to the closed kitchen door and began to shuffle toward it.

The old woman turned to follow her movements, silently watching her as she fumbled with the kitchen door.

Cai Yongheng spoke out, “Mom…”

The fat old crone paid no attention to her son, still silently staring at Yang Zhen, who was now opening the kitchen door.

Yang Zhen’s hands and feet shook as she pushed open the kitchen’s swing door.

There was a reason all the doors in the house were kept shut, but now it was clear that closing them was useless.

The moment Yang Zhen pushed open the kitchen door, her gaze fell into the dimly lit kitchen. Instantly, her entire body shook violently, and she turned to run back toward the couch, nearly falling over during her frantic return, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

From the couch, you could see toward the kitchen, and Cai Yongheng and his son, Cai Hao, quickly looked over to see two other elderly people and a middle-aged man with a child standing vaguely in the kitchen.

One of the elderly, a gaunt old man, spoke in a hoarse voice, “Zhen, we’ve already made dinner, it’s ready to eat.”

The middle-aged man, holding the child’s hand, each lifted a dish with their free hands. The dish was filled with something sticky and indistinct, still writhing.