I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 763 - 439: Triple Spirits (2)_3

Chapter 763 -439: Triple Spirits (2)_3

He paused, slowly extended the cigarette, placed it inside the black circle, and let go.

But this time, the chair Yan Junze was sitting on didn’t rotate like Zhou Wenfei’s had; it remained still.

His eyes widened as he saw the cardboard lid slowly being pushed up, a cyanotic arm extended from within the box, its five fingers also tinted blue, but the nails were black, as though poisoned.

The hand quickly reached into the circle, grasped the pack of cigarettes but instead of pulling it into the box, the fingers tensed sharply, crushing the pack into a lump.

The pack tore open, and the remaining cigarettes fell apart, scattering a substantial amount of tobacco shreds.

Only after completely crushing the pack and the cigarettes did the black fingers loosen, silently withdrawing back into the box.

About four or five seconds later, thump! thump!

Hearing these two sounds, Yan Junze now knew they were a cue for him to send something else over.

The right pocket he had felt before was empty, so he immediately reached into his left pocket.

His limbs were still very stiff, and though it was a struggle, he managed to slowly take out the item.

During this process, Yan Junze’s expression became rather unsightly, for he had already guessed what this item was, just by touch.

After placing the item inside the circle on top of the cardboard box, he finally looked at it.

Indeed, it was a finger, a severed finger.

It seemed to be a thumb.

Yan Junze couldn’t remember, after seeing Gu Dekang’s body by the bed, if he had noticed any missing fingers.

Since most of Gu Dekang’s body was covered and his arms were under the bedding, he hadn’t paid attention.

In any case, this thumb had to belong to either Gu Dekang or Zhou Wenfei.

Within his gaze, the lid of the cardboard box was once again slowly pushed up, and the cyanotic arm reached out, the five fingers with sharp nails opened and snatched the severed digit.

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But this time, it didn’t crush the finger; instead, it retracted back into the box.

Soon after, the crisp sound of chewing reached Yan Junze’s ears.

Yan Junze’s throat moved, feeling somewhat choked; he realized he could speak and then said, “Can you eat this, Zhuang Wenjing?”

Upon hearing someone calling her name, the strangeness inside the box stiffened abruptly, memories flashing swiftly through Obsession’s mind.

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Darkness was everywhere, a never-ending darkness that made her afraid, but Zhuang Wenjing felt even hungrier, unbearably so, yet she was completely unable to leave.

The middle-aged man’s voice arose from outside, unhurried, seemingly gentle but like the calm before a storm.

“Are you hungry, Wenjing? If you’re hungry, stretch out your hand through this hole; the food is already placed outside, fresh from the pot, oh, it won’t taste good once it’s cold.”

“Wenjing? Wenjing? Are you asleep? Can you hear me speaking?”

Zhuang Wenjing, trapped in the sealed wooden box, was shivering with fear at that moment.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to answer, but she was too frightened to speak.

The moment she thought of the man outside, fear surged from the depths of her heart and her entire body turned cold.

But she was just too hungry, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had eaten to fullness, let alone the last time this man had given her food.

Her memory was a complete blur.

At that moment, Zhuang Wenjing had only one sensation: hunger.

About a minute later, just as the man outside was getting impatient and about to become angry, Zhuang Wenjing’s hand involuntarily reached out.

She knew exactly where the food was placed, and as she drew near, she could indeed feel a warm breath.

“It’s food! Food fresh off the pot!”

Remembering the man’s words, Zhuang Wenjing felt excited, carelessly grabbing for it.

The next second, a scream came from inside the sealed wooden box.

Immediately after was the man’s unrestrained laughter. He clutched his stomach, squatted on the ground, laughing so hard he was nearly out of breath.

Zhuang Wenjing’s tears rolled non-stop as her hand shakily retracted. The palm of her left hand had been burned red, even seeping blood, with bits of scalding charcoal still stuck to her skin, unable to fall off.

“Stupid, so goddamn stupid!” The middle-aged man outside continued to laugh. He stood up, cursing and said, “Can’t you try first? You just reach in and grab; I cooked you potatoes on the charcoal, but instead of grabbing the potatoes, you go for the glowing coals?”

Zhuang Wenjing said nothing but continued to sob quietly.

After a pause, the middle-aged man went on, “Why don’t you try again? There really are potatoes. You don’t believe me, do you?”