I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 655 - 402 Bride (Part 4)_3

Chapter 655: Chapter 402 Bride (Part 4)_3 Chapter 655: Chapter 402 Bride (Part 4)_3 Yan Junze pressed down the lighter, using its faint glow to quickly walk towards the end of the corridor.

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This wasn’t a windproof lighter, and soon the flame, exposed to the air, began to burn his hand. He had to briefly shut it off.

He moved forward, relying on the rough layout he had seen before the light went out.

After about ten seconds, Yan Junze felt he had reached the end, but there were no rooms; instead, there seemed to be a large wardrobe standing at the end of the hallway.

Yan Junze waited for a moment without moving, until the lighter in his hand cooled down a bit. Then, he pressed it again to light up his surroundings.

He took a few steps forward and took a closer look, which immediately gave him a hair-raising feeling.

Indeed, there was something towering at the end—it wasn’t a wardrobe but a coffin.

The coffin was wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, with indistinct relief patterns on its surface that appeared quite delicate, though they were covered with a thick layer of dust.

It wasn’t laid out flat on the ground but stood upright against the wall at the end of the corridor, leaning slightly backwards.

“A standing coffin?!” Yan Junze was startled, “Do foreigners also have this trend?”

Yan Junze remembered clearly, in his previous life, he had seen Lin Zhengyin’s movies, one of which featured burial in standing coffins. That place was also called Dragonfly Touches the Water Burial Site. Buried there, one’s descendants were bound to find wealth and have smooth careers.

However, the process of burying people in standing coffins was also particular, with stringent conditions. If not followed, it would bring great disasters.

It couldn’t be that this place was also called “Dragonfly Touches the Water Burial Site” by the foreigners?

Yan Junze circled around the standing coffin with the lighter in his hand, carefully examining both the coffin and the ground.

He concluded that foreigners knew nothing of Feng Shui; probably this place was simply damp and a layer of dry straw had been spread underneath the standing coffin for moisture-proofing.

Just then, the lighter burned his hand, and he hurriedly shut it off.

The lighter became too hot to hold, so Yan Junze quickly squatted down, placing the lighter by his feet to cool down.

Anyway, he had already taken a careful look at the coffin’s placement; with or without light, he could barely move around.

Yan Junze stretched out his hands, touching the coffin lid, finding the side that opened.

This type of coffin lid wasn’t the kind that came off completely but opened like a cabinet door from one side.

Finding a spot he could grip with his fingers, Yan Junze did not immediately open the lid. Instead, he squatted down, picked up the slightly cooled lighter, held it in his left hand and pressed it, while gripping the coffin lid with his right hand, and with all his strength, he laboriously opened it.

The moment the lid opened, an indescribable strangeness wafted out.

This odor wasn’t rotting or foul; it was mixed with a moldy smell, making Yan Junze’s nose itch, and he couldn’t help but sneeze three times in a row.

The flame in his hand trembled wildly, nearly going out.

Only when the flame stabilized did he look inside the coffin.

There stood a woman in a white wedding dress with a scarf on her head inside the coffin.

The woman’s eyes were tightly shut, her hands crossed in front of her chest, and her body had not decayed. However, due to long-term dehydration, she had shrunk considerably, her face was withered, her eye sockets deeply sunken, like a zombie draped in a sheet of human skin.

Yan Junze recalled the task information and knew he mustn’t have any conflict with the Corpse Bride.

In fact, having respectful interactions with these strangenesses was also a major principle in his laid-back approach to exorcism.

Unless the other party was unwilling.

“Ms. Scott, hello!”

Yan Junze endeavored to keep his voice soft and friendly. Speaking, he even made a slight bow towards the coffin, imitating a Western gentleman.

If he was wearing a hat, he might have even taken it off as a gesture of respect.

However, as he finished speaking, forgetting to time it, his lighter grew unbearably hot, the flame went out, and the lighter fell to the ground.

Darkness instantly enveloped the surroundings.

Almost at the same time, there was movement coming from inside the coffin.

“Ah—”

A sinister sound echoed from very close by.

Yan Junze didn’t bother with it and squatted down, reaching towards the ground.

The sound from the coffin continued, not loud, like a rat scurrying.

Yan Junze felt the lighter near his fingers because it gave off heat. He didn’t give up; he reached out further, touching an ice-cold foot.

He remembered that he hadn’t seen the Corpse Bride wearing shoes just a moment ago.

Yan Junze moved his fingers beside the icy foot and touched the still-hot lighter, then picked it up between two fingers and stood up, “Um, Ms. Scott, why did you come out without shoes? Your body is so delicate, be careful not to catch a cold.”