I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 780 - 445: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 2)_2

Chapter 780 -445: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 2)_2

Just at this moment, Ya, who had just returned from sending a parcel at the door, was startled by the scene before her eyes as she entered the room.

The dark bruises on the hand instantly released its grip and retracted into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.

It was only then that Zheng Bo finally managed to pull his bleeding finger out of the birdcage.

“Uncle Zheng, your finger… it’s been pecked…” Ya hurriedly ran over.

“It’s nothing, I was just careless,” Zheng Bo said, shaking his head while his face was pale and still showing signs of fear, as he quickly stepped out of the door, not letting Ya examine his injury, saying, “I’ll just put on a Band-Aid when I get back, it’s no big deal.”

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Ya to ask further, he hurried upstairs.

He had been feeling a bit of a cold, and now with the shocks and scares, the feeling of weakness in his body returned. Once home, he washed the wound under the tap, then applied a couple of Band-Aids.

About a minute later, the Band-Aid was soaked through with fresh blood, and Zheng Bo had to change it again.

After changing it four or five times, the bleeding finally stopped.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but at this moment Zheng Bo was still shaking uncontrollably. He was not concerned about the injury, but was terribly frightened by the hand inside the birdcage.

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The incident moments ago had successfully triggered his memories from the previous night, proving that he was definitely not dreaming or hallucinating.

After taking a few pills, lying on the couch, Zheng Bo’s body was still trembling. He had locked the door to the bedroom and the front door of the living room, leaving only the door to the balcony open.

Although it was still afternoon, the lights in the living room were all turned on, ensuring the room was brightly lit, with no dark corners.

He covered himself with a thick blanket on the couch, but still felt cold inside. He had not rested well the night before, and now, despite his efforts to sleep, he found it impossible to do so.

His heart kept pounding rapidly; even though he had taken medication, his blood pressure was certainly still high.

Creak—

At that moment, Zheng Bo noticed the cabinet door of the TV stand, where the TV was placed, suddenly opened. He quickly covered his head with the blanket, leaving only a small gap that allowed him to peek out.

The cabinet door of the TV stand didn’t open completely, it was just halfway open, so that the gap created was level with Zheng Bo’s position as he lay. Then, the door stopped moving.

The thick blanket covering Zheng Bo was trembling along with his body, and from within the dark cabinet door, two white eyeballs suddenly appeared, rolling around and staring out.

To be precise, they were staring in the direction of Zheng Bo, hidden under the blanket.

Besides those two white eyeballs, one could vaguely see a few toes sticking out from under the opened door, motionless, without crawling out.

Zheng Bo’s heartbeat picked up again, and although he was under the thick blanket, he didn’t dare make any movements, peering through the slight gap he left, at the unsettling pair of white eyes.

Soon, he started feeling a growing chill on his back, as if the blanket was not tightly covering him, or perhaps it had been opened.

All sorts of guesses flooded his mind, even speculating that he might have fallen asleep and that everything he was seeing was a dream.

However, the pair of eyes inside the cabinet soon snapped him back to reality. He had not fallen asleep, everything was real, and inside the cabinet, there was truly a strangeness watching him.

Sweating profusely with a rising sense of chill at his back, he felt increasingly that the blanket was not covering him properly. He wanted to reach out and feel it but could not muster the courage to move.

His gaze fixated on the eyes inside the cabinet door, Zheng Bo was certain that since he was hidden under the blanket, in the darkness, the white eyes outside couldn’t know that he was also watching it.

As he was conjecturing in the dark, all of a sudden, a face appeared from above, leaning down towards the gap of the blanket, staring unwaveringly into Zheng Bo’s eyes.

The features on this face were upside down, clearly indicating it had been standing by the sofa all along, and now it had suddenly bent over to look into the blanket at Zheng Bo.

Zheng Bo was so frightened by this sudden appearance, so close at hand, that he shuddered violently and nearly wet himself again.

He had no chance to scream, everything went black before his eyes, his mind went blank, and he passed out.

…

Thump! Thump! Thump!

After an indeterminate amount of time, a series of knocks on the door woke Zheng Bo up, who was in a daze. He opened his eyes to find darkness around him, and it was only then that he realized he was still under the covers.

The thick blanket had caused him to sweat profusely, soaking his clothes through.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The knocking continued, but Zheng Bo did not immediately throw off the blanket; instead, he made a small opening to continue looking out.

The lights in the living room outside the blanket were still on, the TV cabinet door was closed, and there seemed to be nothing amiss.

Zheng Bo slowly lifted a corner of the blanket; his sweat had even dampened the fabric sofa. He was parched, feeling as though he could guzzle down a pitcher of water.

Thump! Thump!

“Is anybody there?” a voice came from outside the door at that moment.

Zheng Bo then remembered someone had been knocking. He glanced around, no longer seeing anything out of the ordinary.

He quickly threw off the blanket and sat up, put on his slippers, and called out, “Who is it?”

“The Exorcist.” came the reply from outside.

Zheng Bo was taken aback, followed by a wave of relief in his heart. He glanced in the direction of the office building across from the balcony.

Without giving it much thought, he hurriedly got up, went to the door, and opened it.

Standing outside was a young man with a smile, who pointed to the other side as Zheng Bo opened the door, “I came from across there. I saw you speaking with the security guard today, and it didn’t seem to go well. I asked him, and he said that you were planning to go to our place to file a complaint.”