I can rewind time to prevent death

Chapter 362: Chapter 292: Spirits (3) (4400 words)

After closing the bedroom door, thick darkness enveloped Yan Junze instantaneously; he found that this room was unlike the adjacent exorcists’ room, for not a single gleam of light could be seen.

Without hesitation, Yan Junze immediately turned on the flashlight on his phone.

The beam of the flashlight, upon activation, was directed at the floor.

Therefore, Yan Junze’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, and when the light appeared, the sight that met his eyes made his heart jolt violently.

From where he stood, which was at his feet, there were densely packed kneeling figures of women, dressed in the white servant attire of the middle ages from the Great Capital of USA.

These women originally had their hair done up, but at this moment, all their hair had cascaded down, following the curves of their bodies as they crouched and knelt on the ground, spilling beside them.

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The women were very close to one another, one right up against the other, and as Yan Junze shined the flashlight over them, he saw that beyond where the light ended, there were still countless maids kneeling without any visible end.

This scene made him seriously doubt whether he was still inside the isolation room.

Because judging by the exterior appearance of the room, the interior space of this isolation room couldn’t possibly be this vast, and the densely packed kneeling maids were utterly silent, their disheveled hair strewn across the floor, creating an incredibly oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

Indeed, the floor was made of hardwood, the kind with an ornate redwood pattern. And yet, despite so many people crammed inside, there wasn’t the slightest feeling of stuffy air; instead, Yan Junze felt an eerie spaciousness.

At this moment, he was acutely aware that it was very likely that that creature had envisioned this scene, making it manifest, causing him to be trapped within it.

But Junze was somewhat puzzled; if that being was so powerful, why didn’t it conjure up a greater terror, simply flattening this city or wiping out the exorcism team in one fell swoop?

Upon further thought, based on the results of the Putsinger experiment, the capabilities of these spirits also varied in strength. For example, the creature in the experiment that grew a deformed arm in response to a stimulus was clearly much weaker compared to the one he faced now.

And the being inside the isolation room now, although powerful, was not endlessly so; it might be unable to handle too vast a manifestation of imagination.

Currently, it seemed that its abilities could at most support the manifestation of scenes, strangenesses, and its own body mutation, or perhaps there were other imaginings not yet revealed.

As for the ability to overturn the current environment, that was likely beyond its capabilities.

Yan Junze, at this moment, didn’t move recklessly, but stood still, widening his eyes and carefully scrutinizing everything with the light of his phone’s flashlight.

He was certain that if he wasn’t previously aware of the creature’s imaginative manifestation at play, he too would have believed he had encountered a real specter and fallen into a truly horrific scene.

But was the scene before his eyes not real now?

It was at this moment that all the white-clad kneeling maids began to move, one by one lifting their heads, their hair spread on the ground slowly gathered up, faces slowly turning towards Yan Junze.

For some unknown reason, just before they lifted their faces, a sense of crisis enveloped Yan Junze’s heart.

A gut feeling rose within Yan Junze; he must not look directly into these maids’ faces, no matter what.

From all around, the kneeling white-clad maids tilted their faces towards Yan Junze, who at the same time closed his eyes.

Though his eyes were closed, he felt as if he could perceive them—his intuition told him that all the women dressed in the medieval maid attire of the USA were indeed looking up at him.

And they were probably all of fair-skinned ethnicity, with high nose bridges, deep-set eyes, blue, or hazel pupils.

Who knows what whimsical ideas filled this creature’s head.

While Yan Junze’s eyes remained closed, not moving, the flashlight in his hand was still on, and he could sense shadows beginning to move in front of him, as if the maid standing closest to him had risen and staggered toward him.

The light from the flashlight seemed to grow much brighter at this moment, increasingly intense, as if it was shining directly into his eyes like a high-beam flashlight, an unnerving sensation.

Click!

Yan Junze simply turned off the flashlight function.

The sensation of bright light before his eyes vanished instantly, and all he could hear were rustling noises nearby; he stood firm in his spot without taking a step.

After a dozen seconds or so, something brushed across his cheek, like… a strand of hair.

Yan Junze’s whole body broke out in goosebumps, but he suppressed it and remained standing in place.

He wasn’t like the creature, unable to control his own thoughts; Yan Junze did not envision himself surrounded by these long-haired maids, nor did he imagine that now there were several maids pressing close to him, eyes full of blood threads, extending snake-like tongues, tilting their heads as they stared at him.

He strove to maintain inner calm until light appeared before him once again.

At this time, Yan Junze was sure he hadn’t turned on his phone’s flashlight, yet despite his closed eyes, he could still sense the light in front of him.

However, this light was flickering slightly, giving the impression that the source was unstable.

Yan Junze prepared to open his eyes because after the appearance of the light, the sensation of the shadows in front of him had disappeared, suggesting there was no one ahead.