I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 651 - 401 Bride (Part 3)_2

Chapter 651: Chapter 401 Bride (Part 3)_2 Chapter 651: Chapter 401 Bride (Part 3)_2 The little girl hung her head low, her disheveled hair falling and cloaking her face, as she stood right behind Yan Junze.

“What is it?” Yan Junze asked without turning around.

“Have you seen my doll?” The girl’s voice was fraught with fear, apprehension, and dread.

Yan Junze thought for a moment and shook his head, “Sorry, I haven’t seen it.”

“Are you sure you haven’t seen it?” The girl lifted her head.

As the hair covering her cheeks slid aside, it revealed a pale and twisted face, her cheeks hollowed deeply inwards as if the entire bone structure of her face had shattered, her eyeballs sunken in, nearly invisible.

Yan Junze still did not turn around; he would not see that the girl had already opened her sunken mouth, waiting for him to turn his head.

“Sir…”

The girl hadn’t finished speaking before Yan Junze interrupted, “Sorry, go look for the doll yourself. I’m busy right now, the Corpse Bride Quintina Scott is waiting for me upstairs.”

The moment the words fell, it became deathly quiet behind him.

Yan Junze really wanted to turn around and check, but he refrained. After no motion ensued from behind, he took steps again toward the third floor.

At this point, there was no one behind him; the little girl who had just been trying to lure him into the room had already vanished without a trace, as if she’d never been there.

Upon reaching the stairway corner from the second to third floor, where there were also no wall lamps, Yan Junze saw another unlit kerosene lamp on a protruding section of the wall, with nearly the same amount of kerosene left inside.

After a moment’s hesitation, he swapped his lamp for this one, lifting the second kerosene lamp with his left hand as he ascended to the third floor, and meanwhile released the Black Spirit Umbrella, holding it in his right hand.

Restricted area, first floor.

Marion turned to glance at the slightly ajar door, feeling uneasy ever since Yan Junze had entered.

He found himself looking at the entrance every few seconds, but there was nothing.

Logically, if Yan Junze was on the first floor to get something, he would have obtained it by now and had enough time to come out.

With that thought, Marion turned to look at the slightly open door once more.

Suddenly, he startled; unperceived before, a doll now lay on the ground by the door, its head facing outward, a smile on its face.

“Walk?” Marion tried calling out.

He was now convinced that Yan Junze was none other than the successfully slimmed-down Walk, and upon seeing the doll, Marion’s first thought was that Walk had found the Deputy Leader’s lost item.

But he quickly dismissed the idea, whatever the Deputy Leader had lost, it surely couldn’t be this doll.

Could the Deputy Leader have such unexpected tastes known by no one else?

No one answered him.

Marion’s heart churned with anxiety. After considering, he drew the Knight’s Sword with his right hand and called towards the door again, “Walk, did you find the item? If you found it, hurry up and come out. You can’t stay in there forever; it’s dangerous.”

Still, there was no response.

Marion hesitated slightly and once more set his gaze on the doll lying across the door’s gap. He moved forward two steps, bent down, and extended his left hand slowly toward it.

Just then, it seemed as though the gap in the door widened with the wind, revealing the other half of the doll.

As Marion’s left hand was about to reach through the gap and touch the doll, he suddenly felt a surge of tension, his fingers faltering, and he involuntarily swallowed.

At that moment, he saw a pale, slender hand appear from inside the gap. The skin on the back of the hand was peeling and torn, even exposing the ghastly white bones of the joints.

This hand also reached out and grabbed the doll’s head, inch by inch pulling the doll back out of sight behind the door gap.

Withdrawing his hand, Marion grabbed the doorknob and slammed the heavy door shut; his chest heaving rapidly, he was clearly terrified by this sudden ghostly hand.

“Not good, Walk might be in danger.”

Anxiety drummed in Marion’s heart. After a thought, he walked to one side of the patrol corridor and pressed a red button on the wall, alerting the Night Moon Demon Hunting Group’s control center.

There was no choice; Walk had been sent by the Deputy Leader personally. If something indeed happened to him inside, as the guard on duty, Marion would be held accountable and needed to report it as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile.

On the first floor of the restricted area, within the first wooden railing enclosure, a figure materialized, faint as if a mere wisp of the wind, elusive and uncertain.

The shadowy figure slowly exited the railing and headed towards the staircase leading to the second floor.

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As he passed by the enclosure from which Yan Junze heard breathing, the same breathing sound immediately resonated from within, as though the Invisible Strange Creature inside became excited and greedy upon seeing this figure, desire stirring anew.

The shadow stopped at once, lingering briefly before advancing to the enclosure from where the breathing emanated.

However, when he neared this particular railing enclosure, the breathing inside instantly ceased, as if fearful of even letting out a breath, a stark contrast to the accelerating breathing when Yan Junze approached.

In the eyes of this black shadow, within the wooden railing that appeared empty, a translucent man now lay prone.

The man was hunched over, his legs as thin as his arms. He had two heads, with unkempt, disheveled hair, each face nearly identical to the other.