Chapter 770: Chapter 442: Triple Spirits (Final)
As Yan Junze uttered these words, his mind almost simultaneously received a task completion prompt.
[Wooden Man, scared witless (low), completed, you have gained 2100 Different Dinsion Energy points]
The task regarding Zhuang Wenxian was thus completed.
Zhuang Wenxian’s obsession was fully mirrored in the Wooden Man ga; before she died, in order to protect her two sisters, she would intentionally move a little in almost every Wooden Man round.
This would draw the attention of that guy to her, making sure that if there was a beating, it would only be inflicted on herself, thus sparing her two sisters.
Not only that, but Zhuang Wenjing and Zhuang Wenhui could also obtain life-sustaining food because of it.
For the “Wooden Man” ga, had Yan Junze not read the task information or completed the other two sisters’ tasks, he wouldn’t have found any clue at all.
But after completing the previous tasks, he had roughly guessed the cause of the three sisters’ deaths, and connecting everything together, he quickly ca to a definitive answer.
For Zhuang Wenxian, in the ga, as long as she sat still, she wouldn’t be beaten, and if she wasn’t beaten, she wouldn’t die.
So the accurate answer was that none of them moved.
Of course, just saying this wouldn’t allow them to escape Zhuang Wenxian’s eerie magnetic field; in reality, if Zhuang Wenxian so desired, the triplets’ magnetic fields could rge in an instant, unleashing even greater power.
Not to ntion a top-tier four-star exorcist, even if a five-star exorcist ca, in the face of the combined might of the three sisters, the likely outco would be an inability to dispel their presence and a retreat.
Yan Junze’s laissez-faire approach to exorcism played a huge role at this point; it was to find the greatest commonality between the three.
Because be it hide-and-seek, the ghost hand in the box, or the three sisters’ Wooden Man ga, their commonality, without exception, pointed to that middle-aged man.
He, one could say, was their biggest obsession.
Therefore, Yan Junze’s last words were able to suddenly lower Zhuang Wenxian’s guard, and at this mont, the three sisters’ hostility towards him was gradually dissolving away.
“If you let know the whole story, I will definitely help you, instead of letting the three of you endlessly cycle through this obsession. Yes, I will take good care of you.”
…
“I will definitely take good care of you!”
The middle-aged man kindly patted the head of the youngest sister Zhuang Wenhui, gently stroking the hair that rested on her shoulder.
Zhuang Wenhui, frightened, kept her head down and dared not look at him. Her hands were bound behind her back, and she was kneeling on the ground.
The other two sisters were also kneeling beside her in the sa posture.
The man raised his head, looking around the empty, spacious house, and muttered to himself, “I’ll take care of you right here… take care until death!”
He paused, let out a sinister chuckle, then snapped back to reality and continued, “There’s a jamr in the house, so the ssage you tried to send secretly just now, Wenxian, did not really go through.”
He lifted a cell phone, its screen was lit, showing “ssage Failed to Send.”
Three cell phones were lined up on the ground. The man took up a hamr, smashing each phone with a blow, and then threw them into the charcoal furnace burning beside him.
“Now… no one knows where you are.”
The man shrugged his shoulders, put away the little hamr behind him, and walked over to a table nearby, opening a red box which contained two syringes and several vials of unnad liquid.
He casually took out the syringes and picked up one of the vials, shook it a bit, then inserted the needle, drawing a syringe full of liquid.
Upon seeing this, Zhuang Wenxian’s gaze slightly sharpened as she blurted out, “I’ve seen this box before, you used this box at my house.”
“Rembering only now?” The man grinned, “I’ve used it for a long ti at your place, or rather, our place.”
Holding up the syringe to his eye, he gently squeezed it to expel the air at the top, “Your mother’s diabetes was getting worse, in those months before she passed away, wasn’t I serving her day in and day out, including giving her insulin injections before als, hehe!”
“This… this isn’t insulin!” Zhuang Wenxian shouted furiously, her cheeks flushing with anger.
“Indeed, it’s not.” The man smiled, “I just added a bit of this substance to it. You have no idea, it’s quite troubleso to add sothing to an insulin syringe, I had to be so careful every ti, fearing that your mother might see it. Oh, by the way, Zhong Qing’s death was really due to illness, it has nothing to do with this dicine.”
The man walked over to Zhuang Wenhui holding the syringe, at which she imdiately tried to back away in fear.
“What are you doing?” Zhuang Wenxian and Zhuang Wenjing cried out in alarm at the sa ti.
“Don’t worry, your turns will co soon.” The man said smilingly, “First let’s put you to sleep, cherish this mont. After this, you might never again be as lucid as today.”
He expertly inserted the needle into Zhuang Wenhui’s arm; within two or three seconds he had emptied all the liquid, after which he stood up and returned to the red box.
Because he squeezed the plunger so quickly, so liquid flowed back out through the needle hole in Zhuang Wenhui’s skin, mixing with a trace of blood.
But it was clear that the dose of liquid was large, which was why he pushed the plunger so quickly, not caring in the slightest if the bit that oozed out would reduce the drug’s effectiveness.
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