I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 386 - 304: The Frightening Method of Yan Junze’s Tricky Silk (5100 words, please subscribe, asking for all kinds of votes)

Chapter 386 -304: The Frightening Method of Yan Junze’s Tricky Silk (5100 words, please subscribe, asking for all kinds of votes)

The face in front of Meng Yongshou was all too familiar; it was his own father, the same father who was supposed to be lying in an ice coffin at the funeral home.

The person in front of him had a dark, cyanotic complexion and rigid limbs, dressed in a black shroud.

Meng Yongshou couldn’t understand; his father had just passed away, so how did he suddenly turn into strangeness? And moreover, he had returned home.

To say he wasn’t scared would be a lie, everything before his eyes made his limbs ice-cold, as if he had fallen into a dream, so surreal.

The small old man looked at him with muddy eyes, his right hand slowly lifted, mouth agape, fingers coming together, stuffing them bit by bit into his wide-open mouth, stretching it grotesquely wide, emitting an indescribable horror.

Meng Yongshou was completely dumbfounded, staring at this scene, feeling countless chills surging from deep within, unable to tear his gaze away.

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Seconds later, Old Master Meng pulled the fingers out of his mouth, trailing some saliva-like substance, and mumbled unclearly, “I… hungry…”

Meng Yongshou shuddered in fright, nearly jumping out of his skin.

He was certain his father had died from illness; he had witnessed it himself in the hospital, so the person before him was definitely a strangeness.

But how could a strangeness know what hunger was?

His eyes drifted downward, towards the kitchen counter behind the old man, where he saw the soup pot Aunt Kuang had just finished preparing to clean, which had leftover noodles and dragon bone soup still in it, not yet rinsed with clean water.

Old Master Meng had clearly been standing in front of the soup pot, reaching in and fishing for something, his chin dripping with the leftover soup at intervals.

“Hungry…”

Once again, a blurry voice emerged from Old Master Meng’s throat, and he extended his other hand, making a grasping motion towards Meng Yongshou.

Meng Yongshou was in total meltdown, turning to flee, when suddenly he heard the sound of someone descending the stairs; it must be his wife Pan Ya and the others coming down.

Distracted by the sound of the stairs, he hurriedly looked back, only to find that Old Master Meng standing at the kitchen counter had disappeared.

“What’s going on?” Pan Ya’s voice came, tinged with an indescribable panic.

This was a well-maintained woman, though in her fifties, she was plump, with fair skin, and was followed by Aunt Kuang, who was obviously quite frightened.

“It’s… it’s dad, he’s back!” Meng Yongshou pointed inside the house, struggling to get the words out.

Pan Ya peeked inside the house, did not see Old Master Meng, but as her gaze moved to the floor, she let out a shriek.

There lay Old Master Meng, in his black funeral shroud, neatly lying on the floor as if sound asleep.

Pan Ya, terrified, grabbed hold of Meng Yongshou’s sleeve, “Old Meng, what’s happening? I’m scared, you… you quickly make a call, dial 4747, fast!!!”

Her earlier shriek had a powerful piercing effect; the gardeners and cleaners living in the yard next to their villa had heard the noise, began talking, and were rushing over.

However, Old Master Meng’s corpse lay there continuously, this time seemingly truly dead, unmoving ever since.

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Simultaneously with the scream, Meng Yongshou’s daughter Meng Tingting, who was browsing her phone in the second-floor bedroom, heard it. She looked perplexed, got off the bed, donned a dressing gown, opened the bedroom door, and stepped out.

To see what was happening downstairs, she had to turn a corner, her view obstructed, but she could hear people downstairs talking, and more people steadily arriving.

Meng Tingting was wearing a somewhat translucent nightgown, so it wasn’t appropriate for her to go downstairs in that state; she tightened her dressing gown around her and turned her head to look at the room next to hers—her younger brother Meng Hang’s bedroom—which was silent.

Her brother Meng Hang was attending university near Zhuhua City, but because the family was wealthy, he mostly focused on playing, with his exam scores atrociously low, as if even a random child who had never studied could guess and score higher than him.

So at this time of night, he could not possibly be asleep; he was usually wearing headphones, engrossed in video games. Meng Tingting pushed the door to his room open, and sure enough, she found him hunched over and sitting inelegantly in front of the computer.

He was wearing headphones worth 5,000 Yuan, so it was clear he couldn’t hear his mother’s screams from downstairs.

“Xiao Hang, Mom was just shouting downstairs, and Dad doesn’t seem to have come back yet; go down and see what’s happening,” Meng Tingting called from the doorway, raising her voice to make sure he heard her.

But Meng Hang still didn’t respond, lying there with his hands moving nonstop, head bobbing slightly.

“Meng Hang!” Meng Tingting was getting annoyed.

The other party still maintained the same demeanor, oblivious to everything.

Meng Tingting walked over quickly, reached out, and grabbed the headphones on his head, ready to pull them off forcefully, when suddenly the scene before her eyes shocked her into a shudder, she screamed involuntarily, staggering backward.

Although the computer screen showed a game in progress, Meng Hang wasn’t playing it; he was leaning forward, head on the gaming keyboard, plucking at the raised keys one by one, then putting them into his mouth to chew.

Blood spurted from his teeth, oozing down from the corner of his mouth, yet he kept up the act.

The desk was littered with chewed-up plastic fragments, and even… half of a broken tooth.

At this moment, Meng Hang’s eyes were lifeless, but his chewing of the keyboard was rough, frantic, like a starving mad dog, biting vigorously.