I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 649 - 400 Bride (Part 2)_2

Chapter 649: Chapter 400 Bride (Part 2)_2 Chapter 649: Chapter 400 Bride (Part 2)_2 The gatekeeper was slightly startled and said somewhat perplexedly, “I was supposed to be on duty tonight.”

“No, no,” Yan Junze waved his hand, “Deputy Commander told me it was Rune on duty tonight. If you’re on duty, then what’s the passphrase for tonight?”

The gatekeeper frowned tightly, his face filled with shock and suspicion: “Why should I tell you? Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Rewind!

Yan Junze emerged from the shade of the trees, striding forward quickly, giving off an impatient and rash aura.

He didn’t head directly towards the gatekeeper; instead, as he neared, he purposely took another path to the side.

Casually glancing in the direction of the gatekeeper, he laid his hand on the hilt of his Knight’s Sword as if suddenly startled, and challenged the gatekeeper, “Isn’t Rune supposed to be guarding this place tonight? Something’s not right; who are you?”

The gatekeeper initially thought Yan Junze was just passing by but was startled when the latter suddenly stopped and made a gesture as if to draw his sword, ready to attack at any moment. He quickly responded, “Don’t, don’t, I’m Marion. Look carefully! I am supposed to be on duty tonight!”

“Tch!”

Yan Junze spat on the ground, drew his Knight’s Sword, and whispered sharply, “Deputy Commander just told me it was supposed to be Rune.”

“It’s really me. I just swapped with Clyde,” Marion said anxiously.

“Then what’s the passphrase for tonight?” Junze inquired.

“A nightingale…” Marion began to say but suddenly stopped as realization hit him, clamping his mouth shut and looking at Yan Junze with confusion, asking, “Who are you?”

“I am Leopold,” Yan Junze said.

“No, you’re not Leopold.” Marion clearly recognized Leopold and could tell from the accent that Yan Junze wasn’t him; he immediately prepared to shout.

Rewind!

This time, the rewind didn’t go back very far, just about ten seconds earlier.

“It’s really me. I just swapped with Clyde,” Marion was clearly very anxious to defend himself.

Junze didn’t pursue the line of questioning about the passphrase but instead said, “A nightingale—finish the second half of tonight’s passphrase, or else I won’t believe that the Deputy Commander would lie to me!”

With those words, he raised his Knight’s Sword, which burst forth with a red glow, readying himself as though he would strike at any moment.

The red glow also indirectly confirmed that he was a member of the Demon Hunter Group.

Marion jumped in fright, noticing that the red glow from the sword was stronger than his own, which meant that Yan Junze was more powerful than he was.

Moreover, the fact that Junze had fluently cited the first half of the evening’s passphrase convinced him that the Deputy Commander must have made a mistake; otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible for him to receive orders to guard this post and yet have a case of mistaken duty.

Usually, all the members of the Demon Hunter Group would be temporarily assigned to guard a position, and this particular guard post was the last one anyone wanted to take.

But there was no help for it; everyone would rotate duty here.

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And each day, the passphrase for the restricted area would be different, requiring the person leaving the post to verbally pass it on to the successor.

When the next day arrived, a new passphrase would be disseminated, replacing the previous one.

Now, Marion felt pressure from two fronts: first, from the irascible Yan Junze about to slash down with his sword, and secondly because Junze seemed to have a very good reason to suspect that he was at the wrong post, as the latter had blurted out the first part of the passphrase, putting him to the test to confirm whether he was the officially assigned guard, indicating that he was well aware of all the details for the night’s duty.

No more doubts, and largely out of self-preservation, Marion quickly said, “I know the passphrase; I know it. A nightingale stands on the wall under the red moon.”

The ferocity emanating from Yan Junze subsided gradually, as he slowly retracted the Knight’s Sword aglow with red light, which quickly faded away.

Rewind!

He stepped out from under the shadow of the trees again, this time with a smile on his face, which created a perfect arc at the corner of his mouth that was visible below his eyeline.

He said cheerfully, “Marion, how come it’s your turn to guard here? Didn’t I just see Clyde here when I passed by a moment ago?”

Marion was taken aback, not immediately recognizing who the speaker was, but since the other person not only knew his name but also mentioned his predecessor’s name, he didn’t entertain any doubts.

He nodded, politely responding, “It’s my turn on duty now, just took over from Clyde.”

“What bad timing,” Yan Junze shrugged his shoulders, “Didn’t the deputy commander go into the forbidden area last time accompanied by Berkley? He left some of his personal belongings inside, so he asked me to come retrieve them from the first floor.”

“Now? This late?” Marion said with suspicion.

“Just on the first floor, I’ll only search there… I wouldn’t dare go upstairs,” Yan Junze deliberately let out a hoarse, self-mocking laugh.

Marion was silent for a moment and then nodded, “Since the deputy commander ordered it, you give tonight’s passphrase, and I’ll let you through. But be careful, even standing here, I can feel the chill from behind this door. If it really won’t work out, go back and tell the deputy commander, and say it’s better to come and pick it up during the day.”

“Let’s just forget it then, I happen to have something to request of the commander.” With that, Yan Junze, without any hesitation, said the passphrase, “The passphrase is: ‘A nightingale stands on the fence under the red moon.’

Marion grunted and stepped aside from the door, he pulled out a long, slender key from his pocket, inserted it into the door lock, and turned it halfway with a click.

He then pushed the door open and quickly stepped aside.

A strange chill rolled out from the inside, Yan Junze just happened to walk by and felt this breeze blowing from inside the building outward, which was extremely abnormal.

He tightened the collar of the cloak he wore on the outside.

Marion beside him said, “If you’re just getting something from the first floor, I won’t close the door right now, just leave it ajar. Make it quick, after you get the deputy commander’s items, come straight back, don’t bother with anything, don’t look at anything, and definitely don’t go upstairs, the upper floors are truly off-limits.”

“Understood,” Yan Junze nodded.

Yan Junze, head lowered, climbed a couple of steps and walked through the open door.

Marion hastily let the door ajar, his heart beating with unease as he stared at the crack in the doorway.

The sound of Yan Junze’s footsteps entering could be heard in his ears, gradually fading until there was silence.

After a pause, Marion muttered to himself, “Who is this guy, Walk? Hm, Walk’s voice is hoarse, but he seems a bit heavier. Has this guy actually succeeded in losing weight?”

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the slightly cracked door, his body involuntarily shivered and Marion quickly averted his eyes.

“Definitely him, he’s succeeded in losing weight, and now he’s become more audacious, even daring to retrieve items from the forbidden area’s first floor at night.”

Like other buildings, the first floor of the forbidden area’s building was lit with dim wall lamps.

Yan Junze walked along the spacious corridor on the first floor towards the front, after a distance, he looked back towards the doorway he entered.

It appeared that the door was indeed left ajar, Marion hadn’t completely closed it.

Yan Junze then focused his attention on his immediate surroundings, thoroughly investigating the area around him.

On the right side of the corridor where he walked, the left was piled with damaged, abandoned carriages, with wheels and bodies separated, and moist straw piled on top of the bodies.

Next to the abandoned carriages was a pile of broken wall lamps which apparently had been replaced in bulk, differing from the style of the wall lamps currently shining.

Yan Junze continued walking forward, then halted his pace, his gaze directed towards the row of wooden fences on the left side in front of him.

These fences extended all the way to the end of the corridor, and the end seemed to lead to the staircase for the second floor.

However, at this moment, these fences suddenly gave Yan Junze a chilling feeling.

The fence was not continuous, but rather isolated, separating more than ten individual stalls.

The chilling feeling Yan Junze had was exactly from these seemingly empty stalls.

The ground inside each stall was covered with thick weeds, but with the light from the wall lamps, he could see nothing penned inside. Regardless, the very existence of these air-like stalls kept causing Yan Junze’s heart to palpitate.

Although he was moving forward and his gaze was fixed ahead, his attention was entirely on each stall he passed by, not daring to relax for a moment.

At this time, at the end of the corridor, a little girl in a white princess dress suddenly appeared.

The girl had her back to Yan Junze, her hands held in front of her as if holding something, standing still at the end of the corridor.