I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 371 - 296: Spirits (Seven) (4800 words, asking for subscriptions, monthly passes, recommendations!)

Chapter 371 -296: Spirits (Seven) (4800 words, asking for subscriptions, monthly passes, recommendations!)

Upon hearing Yan Junze’s words, Zhao Qi suddenly lifted his head, staring at him with a face full of shock, “Really… really? People have really died in a fire in this old building?”

“To my knowledge, yes, pretty much exactly like you imagined,” Yan Junze said decisively.

He then stood up, walked to the door, and pressed his ear against it to listen.

At the staircase on the ground floor of this old building, a man in a trench coat was leading the way, followed by four muscular men in black tracksuits.

Besides the man in the trench coat, the other four men all had the faces typical of Huaying people, and one of them was tightly grasping a sealed metal box, closest to the man in the trench coat.

The five men silently moved up to the second floor, their footsteps nearly inaudible, and then the man in the trench coat led the way into the second-floor corridor, heading towards the far end.

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The remaining four, without uttering a word, followed closely behind him.

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The next second, as they left the staircase, a figure with a crooked, charcoal-black body appeared. This figure’s limbs were distorted, its head hairless, the surface pitted and uneven.

However, it was clear that the person was very skinny, with slender limbs, probably a woman.

Soon after, a child’s charred body appeared next to her, also hunching, the right hand fused with the body, unable to separate.

The woman extended her twisted hand, leading the burnt boy by the hand, as the two bizarre figures followed the group of five men.

They walked in a peculiar manner, as their feet had been burned and deformed, making it seem as if they were walking on stilts, each step incredibly contorted.

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The two men bringing up the rear of the trench coat’s group heard the strange noise, turned around, and saw a face, melted like charcoal, nearly pressing against their own.

The other was grabbed by the charred little boy who embraced his thigh, and with that, the boy’s twisted feet also entwined him.

The rest heard the commotion and all stopped to turn around.

But no one made a sound at that moment, showing well-practiced discipline.

With a swish, the other two men in black tracksuits pulled out handguns, but these didn’t look like ordinary pistols. At the front of the barrel was a pointed nose, and instead of a bullet magazine below, there was a hard, plastic bottle-like device filled with purple liquid.

Bang!

The scorch-blackened woman and her son, having grabbed the two men behind, suddenly ignited, the flames burning from inside out, starting within their bodies.

The two burning men could not remain silent any longer, they struggled wildly and let out horrifying screams.

The three inside the room were alarmed, and Zhang Xiaomo quickly came to the side of the door to listen intently.

Yan Junze whispered to her, “Take Zhao Qi and move to the small bed over there; stay with Zhang Di. If possible, wake him up. We might need his Semi-Spirit Body now.”

“Who’s outside?” Zhang Xiaomo asked.

Since Yan Junze’s speech flowed without pause, giving the impression that he knew perfectly what was happening, hence her question.

“One of them may be from the USA or Olay Great Capital, it’s unclear at the moment, but their target…” Yan Junze looked back at Zhao Qi, “seems to be him.”

Splurt! Splurt!

Two jets of purple liquid sprayed from the gun barrels, forming droplets at the instant they left the barrels, but moving incredibly fast, and upon hitting the intertwined, burning figures and two strangenesses, they exploded into a purple mist, enveloping them all.

The flames were instantly put out, but the purple mist lingered for a long while.

About four or five seconds later, two bodies fell to the ground, revealing themselves through the mist; shockingly, they were the two men in tracksuits who had been at the end.

Their abdominal cavities had become sunken holes with no inner organs visible, just pitch black, and there were signs of scorching on their limbs. Although the flames had just been extinguished by the purple mist, it was clear that both men were beyond help.

“Fu’ck!” exclaimed the man in the trench coat, cursing in the widely recognized expletive of the USA after seeing this scene.

From within the dense purple mist, two charred bodies, one large and one small, crawled out one after another. After being enveloped in the purple fog, although the mother and child could no longer stand upright, they still crawled in their direction.

“Increase the dosage!” the man in the trench coat ordered.

The two gunmen adjusted a part of their pistols and once again pulled the trigger at the crawling strangenesses on the ground.

This time, the droplets that shot out were visibly larger, and the same purple liquid, but one drop was about three times the initial dosage.

As this purple droplet neared the mother and child strangenesses, it exploded into a thick fog, completely enveloping and steadily dissolving the two.

Moreover, from the trench coat man’s vantage, he could occasionally see the shadow of lightning flashing through the purple mist.

No longer concerned with the mother and child strangenesses, the man in the trench coat knew the noise outside had been too loud, and the people in the room may have been alerted.

He took out a palm-sized electronic device, slapped it onto the door, then retreated two steps, standing against the wall next to the door.

He pinched an ignition device in his hand and pressed down hard; an explosion occurred, and the door was instantly blown off.

Dust billowed out, one of the men in tracksuits, holding a gun that could shoot the special droplets, was about to step into the room.

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