I Can Rewind

Chapter 442 Three Living Spirits (4)

Ever since the woman in the middle appeared, until now Yan Junze's sanity is very confused.

Although his eyes kept following the backs of the three women, his brain was operating very slowly.

But there is one thing he has been paying attention to all the time, that is, after the third woman came out, she didn't make any threats to him, but crawled past calmly as if ignoring him.

The confusion in the mind began to become clearer after the three women sat in front one after another. Not only vision, smell and hearing, but also the skin's sensitivity to the surrounding temperature were slowly recovering.

The icy chill reappeared, penetrated into the clothes, and eroded Yan Junze bit by bit.

But this time Yan Junze found that his limbs could not move at all, as if they no longer belonged to him.

He still remembered that Ma Jing, the three-star spirit remover in Baiyang District, once said that Cao Heng sent them a warning signal after encountering a crisis.

And if it is like this now, that guy can move his fingers desperately and press the signal sending button, it can be said that his perseverance is already very strong.

Anyway, if Yan Junze wants to move his body with all his strength now, he can't do it unless he turns on the control field.

But now it seems that there is no need to confront this woman who just appeared, or these three sisters.

As the consciousness became clearer, the scene in front of him became clearer.

Soon, Yan Junze found that his throat was loose and he could speak. Perhaps, this third game also needs to speak for itself.

And this time the magnetic field control is obviously controlled by the woman who came out last, and her strength is much stronger than the other two women.

Of course, if he turned on the control field and resisted her, the ending would be different.

"Zhuang Wenhui." Yan Junze cleared his throat and opened his mouth, looking at the back of the girl who likes to hide and seek, that is, the one sitting on the far left of the three chairs, "You are the youngest sister, the third child."

Then Yan Junze looked at the woman sitting on the far right who came out of the box: "Zhuang Wenjing, Zhuang Wenhui's sister, is ranked second."

Finally, he cast his eyes on the weird woman in the middle who seemed to be slumped on the chair and just crawled out from behind him, and continued: "Zhuang Wenxian, the eldest of the three sisters. I didn't expect that not only three weird ones appeared here in a row, but each weird one The individuals are very powerful, and the most important thing is that you are still... uh, triplets!"

However, Yan Junze's heart twitched violently when he thought of what happened to the three sisters during his lifetime based on the mission information after completing the first two missions.

These three sisters seem to be strange and powerful, but in fact they have a great relationship with the tragic experience during their lifetime.

This is a real evil spirit, swayed by the resentment formed by the transformation of the powerful hatred in life. This resentment is so strong and deep that it can no longer be described by obsession alone.

After some words came out, the three sisters didn't respond and just sat there motionless.

Because Yan Junze couldn't move himself at this time, he didn't move his arm desperately like Cao Heng to trigger the warning message, so he didn't know what pulling force was for the time being.

But he knew very well, don't move easily, those shocking injuries on Cao Heng's body were not a joke.

The scene became a little stagnant, none of the three sisters said anything, and Yan Junze couldn't move at all while sitting, just staring at the strange backs of the three of them.

After about five minutes.

A voice suddenly came out of the three sitting sisters: "Who moved?"

Yan Junze was stunned for a moment. After digesting these three words, he was a little confused by Monk Zhang Er, and couldn't help repeating: "Who moved what?"

The voice didn't answer him, but said it again: "Who moved?"

It was only this time that Yan Junze realized that the other party was probably asking himself which of the three sisters moved just now.

With such an understanding, he was speechless.

First of all, all three of them had their backs to themselves. If they wanted to move their fingers in front of them, or touch their stomachs or feet, as long as they moved very slightly and slowly, they would not be able to see them at all.

In this way, it can only rely entirely on guesswork.

"What kind of weird game is this?" Yan Junze wondered.

Because the voices of the three sisters were all hoarse, he didn't know who the woman who asked the question just now was.

With his back to himself, now he doesn't know who is speaking.

In this way, we can only guess hard.

Yan Junze thought for a while, his gaze started from the far left and slowly swept to the right.

I can't see it, the three women are sitting there as firm as a rock, and they can't see any movement at all.

"Who moved?" The hoarse voice came out again.

"You, Zhuang Wenxian, you moved." Yan Junze was simply fooled.

He suspected that the person who asked the question was Zhuang Wenxian in the middle, so he directly opened his mouth and guessed that she was playing tricks.

"wrong."

A sound came out, and then Yan Junze felt a pain in his right arm, a sarcoma like a cyst was visible to the naked eye, and it burst open with a bang, exploding a mass of flesh and blood, and even the blood vessels, muscles and bones inside were exposed under his eyes. Clearly.

Damn, guess wrong, this is the punishment!

Yan Junze stared helplessly at the flesh and blood that suddenly exploded on the back of his right arm, held back the severe pain, and thought for a while, but he didn't immediately choose to start the rollback.

"Is this the punishment for guessing wrong?" He squeezed a smile out of his face instead, "How do I know, is my guess right...or wrong?"

The obsessive memory fragments frantically flashed out, passing through Zhuang Wenxian's mind.

...

"Whoever moves again will be punished!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be smiling, but in fact, there was a kind of morbid madness in his expression.

The iron tongs in his hand were slowly retracted, and a clear bloodstain was emerging on the arm of Zhuang Wenhui, who was sitting on the far left.

"Go on now."

The man returned to his seat, crossed his legs, held the iron tongs in his hand, and stared at the three sisters sitting with their backs to him without blinking.

His eyes were full of teasing, numb pleasure arose in his heart, his eyes kept sweeping over the three of them, the iron tongs in his hand seemed to fly out at any moment, he didn't care which part of the opponent would be hit.

"Whoever moves will have nothing to eat today, and the other two can each get a can of eight-treasure porridge." The man said lazily.

In the process of speaking, his eyes kept sweeping back and forth on the three girls.

At this time, none of the three sisters dared to move, each of them was terrified, and they tried their best to stop their trembling bodies.

"Sister, I can't take it anymore!" Zhuang Wenhui held her arm that was hit by the iron tongs just now. She had been holding back, otherwise this arm would have been shaking violently due to the pain.

Since the morning, Zhuang Wenhui, the youngest of the triplets, only drank a little water, but the particles did not enter. At this moment, she was required to sit still and not move at all. In addition, her arm was severely beaten. , feeling like the whole world is spinning.

Zhuang Wenxian, who was sitting in the middle, didn't dare to twist her neck, so she had to squint at her younger sister. She felt a heart-wrenching pain and said softly, "Don't touch Wenhui, hold on, hold on for a while..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes flicked across the bloodstains on Zhuang Wenhui's arm. The place where he was hit by the iron tongs was already swelled up, and the blood under the skin was about to seep out soon.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Wenxian quickly looked away, feeling so distressed that she couldn't help herself, her big eyes were rolling in their sockets, she could only bear it with all her strength.

"Sister, I'm hungry!" Zhuang Wenjing, who was sitting on the right, couldn't help but whispered at this moment.

"Don't move, hold on." Zhuang Wenxian hurriedly said, she was afraid that Zhuang Wenjing would not be able to help but plead with the dog|chops behind her, and continued: "Persist for a while, and he will let us go soon..."

"Who said that?" The man behind him suddenly laughed, looked at the time, raised his head and said, "The wooden man this time, at least half an hour, unless someone can't help it."

Just as she finished speaking, Zhuang Wenjing who was sitting on the right suddenly twitched, bent down, and clutched her stomach: "Sister, my stomach... hurts so much!"

At this time, she wailed softly because of stomach cramps caused by extreme hunger.

The next second, the tongs flew from behind, and one end hit Zhuang Wenjing heavily on the back of the head.

A scream came out, Zhuang Wenjing's scalp was smashed and blood spattered, she cried and shouted, Zhuang Wenxian immediately stretched out her hand to hold her in her arms, pressing her right hand firmly on the back of her sister's head, to prevent the wound from continuing to burst, Let the blood spill.

The middle-aged man walked over cursingly, picked up the iron tongs, and gave Zhuang Wenxian a severe beating, cursing while beating: "Continue to protect them, see how long you can protect them! Kill you! Don't move now, just keep it like this, If you move again, I'll beat Wen Hui too!"

In this man's memory, he extremely disliked and resented Zhuang Wenxian, the elder sister of the three sisters, because Zhuang Wenxian had never looked at him straightly since he married himself, and never called him, not even "uncle".

Now that the three sisters fell into his hands, the one who was dealt with the worst was naturally Zhuang Wenxian.

It was Zhuang Wenxian who could bear it too much. In fact, she was already bruised and there was no good flesh under her clothes.

Weak, powerless, and on the verge of mental collapse, it is a blessing to be able to sit on a chair and barely fall down.

The three of them had to sit and pretend to be wooden figures for at least half an hour, and beat anyone who moved. This was clearly another form of torture, both physically and mentally.

After beating for a while, the middle-aged man grabbed Zhuang Wenxian's hair: "Since you want to stand out, I will take care of you alone!"

Zhuang Wenxian's thin body was violently pulled to the ground and dragged away.

"You can hit me, but the two of them each have a can of porridge, you just said..." Zhuang Wenxian stretched out her hand to grab the man's right hand that was pulling her hair, with blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, she yelled frantically.

The man grinned and said nothing.

At this time, the fragment of memory was interrupted by an external voice.

...

"If it wasn't for you, Zhuang Wenxian, then it might have been Zhuang Wenjing who was moving just now." Yan Junze guessed again.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the back of his left hand slammed into blood and flesh again, and the injury was blurred.

After a burst of severe pain, Yan Junze couldn't help but smile wryly.

He obviously had three chances to get the correct answer, but he didn't expect to memorize the idea so much that he failed to guess it even after two guesses.

"Again."

Obviously, when the answer was obvious for the third time, Zhuang Wenxian didn't want him to continue guessing, but started the game again.

File back!

It is impossible for Yan Junze, who has a golden finger, to let himself fall into a passive situation in this link.

It's also thanks to the fact that he used the Buddhist system to eliminate spirits. If it was to forcefully destroy the ghosts of the three sisters, there would not be so many things.

Directly opening the control field, coupled with the Black Spirit Umbrella, there is almost no problem in forcibly locking them.

But at this moment, a certain part of Yan Junze's heart has been affected by these three sisters. He wants to know about their life, so this step must be taken.

It went back to the time when Zhuang Wenxian just asked herself "who moved".

This time, Yan Junze didn't hesitate, and said, "Zhuang Wenhui moved."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately looked at Zhuang Wenxian who was sitting in the middle, feeling that there would be no more problems with his answer this time.

But unexpectedly, there was a sudden sharp pain on the upper thigh, and when I looked down, I saw that the trousers had been torn by a sarcoma.

The sarcoma was extremely large, growing rapidly, and would soon explode.

"Wrong? The answer is still wrong?" Yan Junze was shocked.

File back!

Before the sarcoma on this leg exploded, he immediately chose to go back to before he answered Zhuang Wenxian.

Staring at the three weird backs, Yan Junze was a little confused.

Even the three sisters didn't move, so who moved? me?

He remembered that Cao Heng reminded himself just now that he must be careful about "traction".

Back then, the spirit eliminators in the Baiyang District couldn't enter here because Cao Heng would wailing and screaming immediately after entering the courtyard.

This gave people the feeling that the entry of outsiders would lead to the outbreak of Cao Heng's injury.

Yan Junze speculated that the "traction" Cao Heng mentioned should be related to his actions and the injury that caused him, so he sat here without moving at this moment.

It was impossible to move by myself, and none of the three women moved.

Zhuang Wenxian's voice sounded again: "Who moved?"

This time, Yan Junze's eyes swept slowly behind the three sisters. One was sitting with a bent back because he often played hide-and-seek and was cautious, the other was unable to put his hands down because he was begging for food. The limbs were broken, and the whole person was limp on the chair.

His throat moved, and based on the mission information of the three sisters, he had already guessed a lot about their encounters.

To be honest, Yan Junze felt a little flustered at the moment, this was the first time he felt this way since he faced the weirdness.

"Who moved?"

Zhuang Wenxian's hoarse voice asked tirelessly.

The scene fell into silence again.

Another ten seconds passed, and just as Zhuang Wenxian was about to ask for the third time, Yan Junze answered.

"You didn't move, none of you moved." His voice was soft and deep, and he looked directly at the backs of the three sisters. "You have been sitting very well, and no one has ever."

As soon as these words came out, the three figures in front of them shook slightly, and slowly, the heads of Zhuang Wenxian, Zhuang Wenjing and Zhuang Wenhui turned towards Yan Junze.

Three pairs of pupils with only the whites of their eyes looked at him without saying a word, each of them showed irreparable injuries on their faces. These three pairs of eyes were obviously artificially made like this, and they were already blind during their lifetime.

Yan Junze looked at them calmly. In order to show his friendliness, the corners of his mouth were always slightly raised, with a kind and soft smile.

"I have seen it all. You are all sitting upright. You have been sitting very well. No one has moved."

It can be felt that after he said these words, the temperature in the room was no longer so cold, but began to warm up slowly.

The three sisters just turned their heads and stared at him silently. The eyes of the three emptiness gradually softened from cold and surprised.

But at this time, Yan Junze's expression suddenly became fierce, his smile was replaced by a sneer, and he said softly, "I want to know now, is the person who killed you all dead or not now?"

At present, there is still a picture of "Long Tongue Zhenzhen" on the other side of the character, please help me to find a way. In a few days, the characters of Dry Boy, Reptile, and the Three Sisters will be established one after another, as well as the last character who has not yet appeared.