I can rewind time to prevent death

Chapter 363: Chapter 292: Spirits (3) (4400 words)_2

He first lowered his head, then squinted his eyes into a slit, and the first thing he saw was his own feet.

There were no other people’s feet around his, nor were there the snow-white hands of maids kneeling and prostrated on the ground, stretching forward.

Then, Yan Junze opened his eyes wider. With the help of the faintly flickering light ahead, he could confirm that there was nobody nearby. However, the flooring was still the same mahogany pattern, indicating he was still in this space, having not left.

Slowly raising his head, his line of sight no longer contained the figures of the white-dressed maids; it was as if at the same moment the flickering light had appeared, those women had instantaneously vanished.

Soon, Yan Junze located the source of the light. It was a fireplace, within which were a few logs burning, their flames dancing. This was why the light had been flickering steadily.

Yan Junze turned his head to look around and discovered that this was a spacious room. The layout was done in the medieval style of Great Capital, with fine upholstered sofas arrayed in the room facing the direction of the fireplace.

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On the other side was a semicircular liquor cabinet topped with several bottles of red wine, some of which were half-poured, and there was unfinished red wine in the tall glasses on the table.

At this moment, Yan Junze stood at the entrance. Stepping forward onto the soft, comfortable, old red carpet, he was continuously aware that there was not a soul in sight.

As the flames burned, the logs crackled from time to time.

This monotonous sound, on the contrary, made the entire space even more silent and oppressive.

Although he had just stepped out from a completely dark space, being in a place with light should have made him feel much safer, Yan Junze had no intention of approaching the fireplace.

These areas were all conjured up from the imagination of the creature. The deeper he went, the more dangerous it could be.

Just then, the coffee-colored curtain on the large window across from Yan Junze rustled slightly. There was only this large window in the room, and it was completely covered with wide, dark curtains, making it impossible to see outside.

Yan Junze didn’t go over, nor did he contemplate going to check behind the curtain.

But suddenly, he felt a pulling force dragging him, making him walk involuntarily towards the coffee-colored curtain, and at the same time, the curtain moved again.

In his sight, an orange, wrinkled hand reached out. The hand was very thin and long, with nails on the five fingers that were also very long, the longest reaching about three centimeters.

Upon closer inspection, it didn’t look like a human hand at all but rather like the hand of a withered corpse.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that this hand was currently pulling at the edge of the curtain right before Yan Junze’s eyes, he would have almost been certain that there might be a dead body standing behind the curtain.

“Was this creature scared by someone behind a curtain when it was young?” Seeing this scene, that was Yan Junze’s first reaction.

Usually, to concoct a vivid illusion, at least there must be images in the mind, and those images would surely come from the most deeply engraved scenes in memory. Therefore, the current scene was very likely the clearest memory that the creature had.

At that moment, Yan Junze didn’t expect that the owner of the hand hiding behind the curtain would suddenly speak, “Oh, my dear, you… found me. I didn’t expect you to be so good at this, Mommy really wants to play with you a bit longer.”

Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, then noticed the emaciated fingers clutching the curtain edge twitch, as the voice came out again, “Child, you just need to lift this curtain to find me. What are you waiting for? I can hardly wait.”

While speaking, those thin, elongated, sharp fingers that were pulling the edge of the curtain gently waved, performing an elegant gesture.

But having seen the form of that hand, if Yan Junze were to reach for the curtain now, it would mean he had been kicked in the head by a donkey.

It was almost certain that lifting the curtain would reveal an unknown entity behind it that would most definitely be malevolent towards him.

“Wait for your sister.” Yan Junze muttered under his breath, turned away, and left the window.

Just as he turned, the scenery before his eyes changed again.

He found himself standing before a long dining table laden with an abundance of delicious food. There was freshly baked bread steaming with fragrance, roasted lamb legs golden and dazzling, and fresh juicy fruits. These foods were piled high, the aromas heady, yet without mixing, stirring a voracious appetite.

Standing in front of the long table, Yan Junze reached a conclusion: This creature’s train of thought was indeed too erratic; various imagined realizations appeared without any connection.

But upon further reflection, it seemed some commonalities could be found.

The first scene featured a large number of maids kneeling on the ground, who then suddenly all looked up at him, but Yan Junze immediately chose to close his eyes and not look at them.

Now that he thought about it, this choice was probably the right one.

The second scene was playing hide-and-seek with a “mother” akin to a dried corpse, who was likewise tempting him, urging him to lift the curtain and find her.

Yan Junze was certain that whatever would come out after lifting the curtain could be more terrifying than seeing those maids with open eyes.

He had no recollection of the two previous scenes, just making choices based on the rich experience he had accumulated after encountering strangenesses. But this third scene gave Yan Junze a slight sense of familiarity.

It seemed like he had seen this scene somewhere before.

A table covered with delicacies from mountain and sea, this scene felt very familiar. Yan Junze suddenly paused, grasping at some memories, and as he turned, he saw a chair at one end of the long table where an odd person was sitting.