I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 656 - 403 Bride (Part 5)

Chapter 656: Chapter 403 Bride (Part 5) Chapter 656: Chapter 403 Bride (Part 5) Since first coming into contact with the Corpse Bride, Yan Junze had been very attentive to his tone and the content of his speech—he couldn’t let Quintina Scott dislike him the moment they met, that was the primary goal.

After all, the task at hand was rated “terrified (high)”, and Quintina herself was very likely to be a Semi-Ethereal Spirit, or even close to becoming an Ethereal spirit.

Though he had his Black Spirit Umbrella for protection, taking it easy was still his top priority.

After standing up with two fingers pinching the lighter, Yan Junze didn’t immediately press down to ignite it, as it was still too hot, and wouldn’t last long even if he had sparked a flame.

However, he could sense, about half an arm’s distance in front of him, there seemed to be a person standing.

Even though this person didn’t seem to breathe, their scent still made Yan Junze’s nose itch, prompting the urge to sneeze.

It was quite normal for a mummy that had been dead for who knows how many years to smell this way.

Tap, a hand landed on Yan Junze’s shoulder.

“Madman! You madman!” the voice of a young woman suddenly called out in front of him.

Yan Junze was startled and was about to speak when the voice in front of him suddenly changed, becoming aged and indistinct, “Bob made me do it; he’s the devil!”

“I did not!” a man’s robust voice interrupted, “I’m not the devil, but you all are. All of you deserve to die! You should all go to hell!”

“You’re full of it!” another raspy voice of a middle-aged woman replied, “Joseph is the devil, Joseph lied to us, said that this person tasted good.”

“Who are you?” a voice that sounded very slow but exceptionally clear asked suddenly.

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Yan Junze thought she was asking him and was about to answer.

“I am Susan,” the raspy-voiced middle-aged woman interjected before he could respond.

Yan Junze was starting to lose his patience.

From his perspective, he stood in the pitch darkness, with the Corpse Bride, this strangeness, before him, and yet he heard four or five people continually conversing in various voices and tones.

Their tones were filled with sophistry, anger, resentment, complaints…

Such an atmosphere would give anyone goosebumps.

“Susan, where is Joseph?” the slowly speaking woman continued to inquire.

After a moment’s thought, Yan Junze raised his hand and pressed down on the lighter, a flickering flame emerged, scattering the darkness before him.

In his field of vision, less than half an arm’s distance in front, the Corpse Bride had indeed stepped out of the coffin and stood face to face with him.

Her eyes were gray, completely devoid of the original color of the pupils, her lips parted, speaking—however, in the voice of the raspy middle-aged woman, seemingly answering the earlier young woman’s question.

“I don’t know where Joseph is, he hasn’t shown up in a long time,” she said.

Joseph, full name Joseph Peterson, was indeed the deceiving fiancé of the Corpse Bride.

The slow-speaking woman seemed to grow angry, threatening, “If you don’t tell the truth, I swear I’ll kill you again!”

Yan Junze watched in amazement.

Because no matter whose voice it was, it came from the mouth of the Corpse Bride before him, and just as described in the task information, her body had fused with countless strangenesses.

And after the real Quintina slowly uttered this threatening sentence, Yan Junze looked down to find that she was holding a sharp but rusty boning knife in her hand.

“Madmen, all madmen!” the girl who had spoken first piped up again, it was again Quintina herself speaking.

At the end of her words, she opened her mouth, lifted her hand, the tip of the boning knife pointing downward, and slowly inserted it into her mouth.

“No, don’t!” the raspy voice of the middle-aged woman continued to plead from her throat.

Yan Junze was left agape.

“Turns out, this woman is really crazy?!”

He knew very well, whether it was the data from the Half Moon Association regarding the Corpse Bride or the description in his task brief, both showed that this woman’s Strange Body was very powerful, having fused all the other strangenesses that had once haunted him.

This meant that these strangenesses no longer existed on their own; the Corpse Bride’s body wouldn’t be housing so many individual Strange Bodies at the same time.

She had assimilated them all, and now this woman, playing multiple roles, was all on her own volition.

Her body was a Super Container, and even if more strangenesses were to come, they too would be assimilated by Quintina.

Moreover, during the process of fusion, all the surrounding magnetic fields would become chaotic due to her influence.

The tip of the knife had completely entered her throat, and at that moment Yan Junze distinctly felt that Quintina’s body began to grow increasingly agitated, as if out of control, with the surrounding magnetic fields raging like a storm, causing him to feel dizzy and disoriented.

He quickly stepped back, releasing the Black Spirit Umbrella, first unfolding it to provide a relatively stable magnetic field beneath it, then turned off the overheating lighter in his hand.

“Ms. Scott, please calm down; perhaps, I can help you find Joseph,” he said.

Even though darkness engulfed him once more, Yan Junze knew full well that the madwoman was still stuffing the half-arm-length boning knife down her throat, trying to kill once more the middle-aged woman who couldn’t disclose Joseph’s whereabouts.

“Hmm?” Uncertain of the situation on the other side, but a puzzled sound came through.

“Do you know where Joseph is?” Quintina’s slow voice emerged, evidently having removed the boning knife from her mouth and now holding it in her hand again.