I Can Rewind Chapter 441: 3 creatures (4)

Since the woman in the middle appeared, until now Yan Junze's mind is very confused.

Although his gaze has been following the backs of the three women, his brain is operating very slowly.

However, there is one thing he has been paying attention to all the time, that is, after the third woman came out, she did not make any threats to him, but calmly crawled over 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 remembers 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 this is the case 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, he can't do it unless he activates 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 becomes clearer, the scene in front of you can also be seen more clearly.

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

The magnetic field control this time 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 woman 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, but also every A weird individual is very powerful, and most importantly, 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 they are actually closely related to their tragic experiences 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 speaking, the three sisters did not 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 is very clear, don't move easily, those shocking injuries on Cao Heng's body are 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.

About five minutes later.

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 did not 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, the three of them are all facing away from him. If they want to move their fingers in front of them, or touch their stomach or feet, as long as they move very slightly and slowly, they will not be able to see them at all.

In this way, we can only rely 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 there is no 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, blasting out a mass of flesh and blood, and the blood vessels, muscles and bones inside were exposed under his nose , can be seen clearly.

Damn it, guess wrong, this is the punishment!

Yan Junze watched the flesh and blood suddenly exploded on the back of his right arm, held back the severe pain, and thought for a while, but he did not immediately choose to start the rollback.

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

The memory fragments in the obsession flashed out crazily, passing through Zhuang Wenxian's mind.

…

"Whoever moves again, this is punishment!"

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

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

"Continue 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 facing him without blinking.

His eyes were full of mischief, numb pleasure rose in his heart, his eyes kept sweeping over the three of them, the iron tongs in his hands seemed to fly out at any moment, he didn't care which part of the other 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.

During the process of speaking, his eyes kept sweeping around 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 clutched her arm that was hit by the iron tongs just now, she had been holding back, otherwise this arm would have been trembling 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. Staring at the stars, it feels 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 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. At this moment, the place where he was hit by the iron tongs was already swelled up, and the blood under the skin would soon seep out .

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Wenxian quickly looked away, feeling so distressed that she couldn't help herself, Dou Da's 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 soon let us go..."

"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."

As soon as the words fell, 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 of it hit Zhuang Wenjing heavily on the back of the head.

There was a scream, Zhuang Wenjing's scalp was smashed and blood spattered, she cried and shouted, Zhuang Wenxian immediately reached out to hold her in her arms, and pressed her right hand firmly to the back of her sister's head to prevent the wound from continuing Crack, and keep the blood from spilling.

The middle-aged man walked over cursingly, picked up the iron tongs, and beat Zhuang Wenxian on the head. Keep it like this, if you move again, I'll hit Wenhui too!"

In this man's memory, he is extremely disgusted and resentful of Zhuang Wenxian, the elder sister of the three sisters, because since he married himself, Zhuang Wenxian has never looked at him directly, never called him, not even "uncle" .

Now that the three sisters have fallen into his hands, the one who has been dealt with the worst is naturally Zhuang Wenxian.

It is really Zhuang Wenxian who can bear it too much. In fact, she has already been bruised and there is no good meat under her clothes.

Weak, weak, 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.

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 suddenly dragged 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, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and 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 you, Zhuang Wenxian, then Zhuang Wenjing might have been moving just now." Yan Junze guessed again.

However, just as he finished speaking, the back of his left hand slammed into blood and flesh flew up again, and the injury was indistinct.

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

He had three chances to get the correct answer, but he didn't expect the idea to be so memorized that he failed to guess it even twice.

"Do it all over 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.

Rewind!

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 spirits 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.

Directly rewind to the time when Zhuang Wenxian just asked herself "who moved".

This time, Yan Junze did not 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.

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

The sarcoma is extremely large, growing rapidly, and will soon explode.

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

Rewind!

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.

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".

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

This gives people the feeling that the entry of outsiders will 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 is 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, and the other was unable to put his hands down because he was begging for food. The one in the middle has a broken body, broken limbs, and the whole person is limp on the chair.

His throat moved, and based on the mission information of the three sisters, he had already guessed a lot about what happened to them.

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 silent again.

More than ten seconds passed, and when Zhuang Wenxian was about to ask for the third time, Yan Junze answered.

"I 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 the eyes looked at him, without saying a word, everyone's faces showed irreparable injuries. 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 gentle 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.

At this time, Yan Junze's expression suddenly became serious, 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?"

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