I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 388 - 304: The Frightening Method of Yan Junze’s Tricky Silk (5100 words, please subscribe, asking for all kinds of votes)_3

Chapter 388 -304: The Frightening Method of Yan Junze’s Tricky Silk (5100 words, please subscribe, asking for all kinds of votes)_3

If it weren’t for the Spacetime Atlas with Strange Task Perception that Yan Junze naturally has, even he wouldn’t be able to detect Rock’s existence, let alone complete the Tricky Silk sub-mission.

The night passed quickly, and over twenty corpses, under the control of Yan Junze, arrived consecutively at the outskirts of Gaohe City.

Although he was constantly controlling the corpses, Yan Junze didn’t feel any fatigue. Instead, he was very engrossed and didn’t notice time passing.

By the time all the corpses had entered the city and found the hidden address of the Zeng Family, Yan Junze’s proficiency in controlling corpses had greatly improved. His previous worries were gone, and he felt that there was still much room for improvement in his corpse manipulation skills.

Reaching the destination was the first step to completion.

Yan Junze focused all his attention on how to scare the people of the Zeng Family. From what he had learned previously, this family was ruthless and had escaped in the night after killing their neighbors. They had lived at ease for many years, so their courage was certainly much greater than that of ordinary people.

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Therefore, simple scares might indeed frighten them, but the effect may not be very good, and the likelihood of Yan Junze being defeated by Rock would be very high.

In view of this, he decided to adopt a different method of scaring them, one that he had seen in a horror movie from his previous life.

Tianmeng District, Gaohe City.

In an old community called Safety Community located in the northern part of the city, Zeng Shiyuo’s family had been living here for almost six years.

Originally, the family had always lived in the countryside with little education. After they killed their neighbor and fled, they did all kinds of jobs to avoid detection.

They had no fixed abode during that time, dodging around until they finally settled in Gaohe six years prior, keeping their surname Zeng but having changed all their first names.

What Zeng Shiyuo used to be called is now unknown. He and his wife worked odd jobs on construction sites. Zeng Shiyuo worked as a security guard, and his wife, Tian Xiaoxia, cooked in the construction site’s cafeteria.

Their son, who had helped hide the corpse, hadn’t been accepted into college and had started working early as a bar waiter at a KTV in Gaohe.

Normally there was no one at home, but today, coincidentally, everyone had business and had returned home the previous night, resting at home for the evening.

The next day, Zeng Shiyuo had to be on time for his job at the construction site. He got up early and greeted his sleepy wife. He also wanted to say something to his son, but his son’s bedroom door was closed tightly, indicating he was sleeping deeply, so he didn’t disturb him and quietly left.

Zeng Shiyuo was short and thin, but agile and quick on his feet.

When he left the house, it was only a quarter past six, just dawn, with few people up and about in the community, and the weather was bleak as if it would start raining at any moment.

After exiting the residential building and arriving at the community yard, Zeng Shiyuo tightened his collar and looked up at the sky, then turned his head to the left rear, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

Next to the flower bed in that direction stood a bare-chested old man.

The old man wasn’t thin, with some flesh on his body, but appearing outside in such chilly weather without a shirt made him seem very odd.

Zeng Shiyuo was also surprised, but he didn’t want to concern himself with others, thinking it must be someone doing their winter exercises, so he immediately moved on.

After taking a few steps, curiosity got the better of him, and he turned his head for another look, which made him freeze for a second.

The bare-chested old man was not exercising by the flower bed. Instead, he was walking step by step in his direction, expressionless, his gaze fixed on him, moving with a steady pace but not swinging his arms.

This scene was very strange.

Zeng Shiyuo frowned, took a closer look at the old man’s face, and realized he didn’t recognize him, nor did he look even remotely familiar.

Since he rarely came home, it was normal for him not to know the neighbors in the community.

Turning his head back, Zeng Shiyuo quickly walked away, not bothering with the strange, bare-chested old man who seemed to be out for a stroll.

After leaving the community, a nearby breakfast shop was already open for business. Touching his stomach and checking the time on his phone, Zeng Shiyuo thought he had enough time and entered the breakfast shop. He ordered a steamer of soup dumplings and a bowl of millet porridge.

There were other early risers eating breakfast in the store, but there weren’t many customers, and it was relatively quiet.

The shop owner was quick, and after choosing a seat near the entrance, Zeng Shiyuo had barely sat down before a steamer of ready-made soup dumplings and a bowl of steaming millet porridge were served.

Taking a pair of chopsticks out of the cylinder, Zeng Shiyuo picked up a dumpling, blew on it a couple of times, and stuffed it into his mouth with relish.

After taking a sip of porridge and reaching for the second dumpling, he suddenly stiffened and looked outside the shop.

At the entrance of the community not far away, the bare-chested old man slowly walked out and headed towards the breakfast shop, his arms stationary at his sides and his gaze unswerving, looking straight at Zeng Shiyuo, who was sitting by the entrance of the breakfast shop.

The distance between them was getting closer and closer.

Zeng Shiyuo put down the chopsticks and muttered to himself, “What a strange person.”

Then he turned to another customer not far away, who was also having breakfast, and said, “Look at that old man, with no shirt on his upper body, walking in the street in this kind of weather without wearing a coat.”

The person looked up with a puzzled expression and said, “Who?”

“Over there,” pointed Zeng Shiyuo towards the odd old man who was about to step onto the breakfast shop’s stairs, “that old fellow, such a big figure, can’t you see…”

Before he could finish, the customer having breakfast interrupted, “There’s no one there, damn it, don’t scare me so early in the morning!”

Zeng Shiyuo froze, just as the odd old man stepped onto the stairway, extending his unmoving hands with open fingers and walking towards him.

At the same time, the old man’s lips parted slightly, revealing the sticky yellow liquid connecting his upper and lower lips, and emitting unintelligible “ah-ah” sounds from his throat.

Zeng Shiyuo’s hair stood on end. He stood up abruptly, quickly retreating and knocking over several stools in the shop.

Before the other person got any closer, he quickly dodged the slow-moving odd old man and ran out of the breakfast shop in a fluster.

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Turning his head, Zeng Shiyuo saw all the people in the shop looking at him in amazement, yet nobody seemed to notice the odd old man. It appeared… that he was the only one who could see him.