I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 725 - 427 Ghost Apartment (Finale)

Chapter 725: Chapter 427: Ghost Apartment (Finale) Chapter 725: Chapter 427: Ghost Apartment (Finale) When he hit the ground, Yan Junze could feel his heart congested, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Although the white long worms were indirectly protecting his heart at this moment, it still couldn’t withstand two fatal attacks from the Reaper.

Yan Junze even had the illusion that the two fatal attacks made the white long worms think they were the target of Morrison’s attack, so at this moment they were desperately releasing their Control Field.

Not only the heart, but also the other organs around the heart, at this moment, were almost completely covered by the white fluff-like substance.

Clearly, the long worm inside the heart was also fighting for its life with reckless abandon.

This lead to the current situation where Yan Junze was indeed starting to transform into a Semi-spirit.

His fall between the third and fourth floors, for the time being, had avoided the coverage of Morrison’s Reaper Forbidden Zone on the fourth floor, so he didn’t have to suffer from a third fatal attack from Morrison right away.

But the current situation was extremely critical.

First, he couldn’t Rewind to escape the current crisis; then, having been infected by the white long worms, he was transforming into a Semi-spirit.

Looking at it this way, indeed, a mission of the “scared witless” level was extremely dangerous. Although the previous mission concerning Aunt Mei was also “scared witless” level, had he not already known Aunt Mei and possessed the secret of her and the two strange babies, it wouldn’t have been possible to complete it so easily.

Most importantly, there was still a Reaper chasing after him.

After spitting out a large mouthful of blood, Yan Junze struggled to get up, propped himself up with the Black Spirit Umbrella, and staggered down toward the third floor.

In haste, he tore open his shirt covering his chest and glanced at it, finding that blood had soaked through at the heart area.

At the same time, a small amount of the white fluff-like substance was seeping through the skin.

Whether it was the blood or the white fluff-like substance, neither were good news for him.

The reason he still hadn’t fallen was simple: because he was transforming into a Semi-spirit. The special physical transformation allowed him to stay conscious, whereas if he were an ordinary person, by this time the heart, taken over by the white long worms, and the gushing blood would have caused him to pass out.

“Huaying… person!”

The voice of Morrison came from the staircase on the fourth floor.

He had just seen Yan Junze’s face, and knew that it belonged to someone from the Great Capital.

The heavy footsteps arrived quickly, and at this time, Yan Junze was still just shy of reaching the third floor, still on the stairs.

But just as Morrison appeared at the staircase to the fourth floor, Yan Junze again released “Space-Time Lockdown,” and the next second, he released “Space-Time Scene Overlap First Form.”

Both functions were initiated in succession, with the second one being reinforced on the basis of the first.

Each time the two functions were used, they consumed 500 points, using up another 1000 points in total.

Morrison had just been standing in the stairwell of the fourth floor, hearing the footsteps of Yan Junze heading down to the third floor.

Suddenly, the space became eerily silent; not a single sound could be heard as if even the air had become stagnant.

“Ah—”

Morrison roared inwardly as he slapped the metal handrail of the stair with his palm.

A familiar and subdued sound spread throughout the space, but it was as if no sound had been made at all, and what he had just heard seemed to be an illusion.

That’s right, he was trapped in that bizarre space again.

However, this time, a second after he struck the handrail, his vision blurred, and Morrison was startled, his eyes widening in shock and fear at the sight before him.

Truthfully, as a Reaper, he didn’t remember if he had ever had the behavior of widening his eyes in fear—this was probably the first time.

Everything before him was also very familiar, because it was… Alabell’s bedroom!

There was Alabell’s large bed, the gigantic wardrobe, a sofa at the other end, and the window was open, with the breeze blowing in, lifting the white curtain.

There was no one in the bedroom.

Morrison looked around in disbelief, wondering why he had returned here, but everything seemed so real that it was beyond doubt.

He touched a tall cabinet near the bedroom door, and it was real, not an illusion.

The blanket on the bed was slightly raised, as if Alabell was lying underneath, but the bulge seemed too small for a person to hide.

Morrison walked over, grabbed the corner of the blanket, and flung it back, revealing that the bed was indeed empty.

Then Morrison’s gaze turned towards the large wardrobe.

Having guarded Alabell for so long, and having placed his Avatar in the manor, he knew very well what Alabell had hidden in that wardrobe.

And perhaps Alabell was in the wardrobe right now.

He walked up to the wardrobe, extended both hands, and opened the two doors simultaneously.

Before his eyes was a large number of ragged bodies in servant’s attire, some bodies only half-intact, some with just limbs left, heads nowhere to be seen.

Looking at these bodies, Morrison remained calm.

He knew that sometimes Alabell would crawl out from underneath these corpses.

But after waiting for a moment without any movement, Morrison couldn’t help but say, “Alabell, come out now.”

The pile of corpses remained motionless.

Morrison, puzzled, turned his head to look elsewhere in the room.

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The feeling of unease within grew stronger, and he walked over to the open window; the curtain swayed gently with the breeze, letting the wind flow in.

This wasn’t the quiet, motionless space of before, but with Alabell not in the room, and although the room appeared normal, Morrison felt an inexplicable sense of eeriness.