I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 768 - 441: Triple Spirits (4)_2

Chapter 768 -441: Triple Spirits (4)_2

“Is this the punishment for guessing wrong?” he managed to squeeze out a smile from his face, “How would I know if my guess is right… or wrong?”

Memory fragments of obsession flashed crazily, skimming through Zhuang Wenxian’s mind.

…

“Whoever moves, this is the punishment!”

The middle-aged man seemed to be smiling, but his expression had already taken on a sick, crazed look.

The pliers in his hand slowly retracted, and on the arm of Zhuang Wenhui, who was sitting on the far left, a clear trail of blood began to emerge.

“Continue now.”

The man returned to his own seat, crossed his legs, holding the pliers in his hand, and stared unblinkingly at the three sisters seated with their backs to him.

His eyes were filled with mockery, a numb pleasure rising in his heart, his gaze incessantly sweeping over the three, the iron pliers in his hand seeming ready to fly out at any moment – he didn’t care which part of their body it would strike.

“Whoever moves, no food for today, while the other two can each get a can of eight-treasure congee,” the man said lazily.

Throughout his speech, his gaze continually swept over the three girls.

At this moment, the triplet sisters didn’t dare to move, each of them terrified into silence, struggling desperately to stop their shivering bodies.

“Sister, I can’t take it anymore!” Zhuang Wenhui clutched the arm that had just been struck by the pliers, she had been holding back, otherwise, the arm would have trembled violently from the pain.

Since morning, the youngest of the triplets, Zhuang Wenhui, had only had a sip of water, not a bite to eat, and now she had to sit motionless, plus her arm had been ruthlessly hit, she was seeing stars, feeling the whole world spinning.

Zhuang Wenxian, sitting in the middle, dared not turn her neck and could only glance sideways at her sister. She felt a heart-wrenching pain and whispered softly, “Don’t move Wenhui, hold on, just a little longer…”

Before she could finish speaking, she glanced at the emerging blood on Wenhui’s arm. The place hit by the pliers was already swollen up, the blood beneath the skin on the verge of seeping out.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Wenxian quickly averted her gaze, her heart aching unbearably, her large eyes whirling in their sockets, she could only bear it with all her might.

“Sister, I’m hungry!” Zhuang Wenjing, sitting on the right, couldn’t help whispering at that moment.

“Don’t move, just hold on,” Zhuang Wenxian hurriedly said. She feared that Wenjing wouldn’t be able to resist begging the man behind them and continued, “Hold on for a little longer, he’ll let us go soon…”

“Who said that?” the man behind suddenly laughed out loud, glanced at the time, and said, “This round of ‘Statue’, at least half an hour, unless someone can’t bear it anymore.”

As soon as his words finished, Zhuang Wenjing seated on the right suddenly twitched, bending down and clutching her stomach, “Sis, my stomach… it hurts so much!”

At this moment, due to extreme hunger, her stomach was cramping and she began to moan softly.

The next second, the pliers flew from behind, one end slamming heavily onto the back of Zhuang Wenjing’s head.

A scream ruptured the air, her scalp split open with blood splattering, she cried and screamed, Zhuang Wenxian immediately wrapped her arms around her, pressing her right hand tightly against her sister’s head wound, preventing it from further splitting and bleeding out.

The middle-aged man walked over cursing, picked up the pliers, and began to beat Zhuang Wenxian’s head mercilessly, cursing as he hit, “Keep protecting them, let’s see how long you can protect! I’ll beat you to death! Now don’t move, just stay like this, if you move again, I’ll beat Wenhui too!”

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In the man’s memory, he had an intense dislike and hatred for the eldest sister among the triplets, Zhuang Wenxian, because since he married into the family, Zhuang Wenxian never looked him in the eye, never once calling him “Uncle” or any such title.

Now that the triplet sisters had fallen into his hands, the one who got the worst treatment was naturally Zhuang Wenxian.

Indeed, Zhuang Wenxian could bear a lot; in reality, she was already covered in wounds, not an inch of good flesh under her clothes.

Weak, powerless, on the brink of mental collapse, just being able to sit in the chair and not fall over was already a great fortune.

He forced the three of them to sit and pretend to be statues for at least half an hour, striking anyone who moved; this was clearly another form of torment, both physical and mental.

After beating her for a moment, the middle-aged man grabbed Zhuang Wenxian’s hair, “Since you want to be the hero, I’ll deal with you myself!”

Zhuang Wenxian’s frail body was violently dragged to the floor and pulled away.

“You can beat me, but they each get a can of congee, you just said it…” Zhuang Wenxian reached out, grabbing the man’s right hand that was pulling her hair, her mouth bleeding, shrieking frantically.

The man smirked, saying nothing.

At this point, the fragments of memory were interrupted by an external voice.

…

“If it wasn’t you, Zhuang Wenxian, then it might have been Zhuang Wenjing who moved,” Yan Junze guessed again.

But just as the words left his mouth, his left hand’s back burst into a mess of blood and flesh once more, the wound a blurry mess.

After a bout of intense pain, Yan Junze couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

He had clearly had three chances to get the right answer, but he had not expected his luck to be so poor, missing the mark with two guesses.

“Rewind.”

Obviously, under the circumstance where the third answer seemed apparent, Zhuang Wenxian was not prepared to let him continue guessing, but rather, to start the game over.

Rewind!

Yan Junze, with the Golden Finger, was not about to let himself be put into a passive position in this segment.