Chapter 835: Chapter 465: Water Sleeves Stained with Blood (Part 2)

Checking the umbilical area of the entirely purple baby, a section was still exposed, seeming hastily cut off before being thrown into the river.

Yan Junze was sure that when he had caught this little fellow just now, it was indeed struggling in the water, making him mistakenly believe he had caught a live fish.

But looking at it now, the baby had long been dead; it moved earlier in the water, now it lay still ashore, somewhat resembling the first swollen female corpse pulled ashore.

Thinking of the swollen female corpse, Yan Junze glanced back, but just as he turned his head, he was immediately hit by a stench of stagnant water, his view completely dominated by a swollen face, obscuring everything else.

Startled, he quickly stepped back and saw that the swollen female corpse had completely stood up, just behind him, almost touching his back.

If he hadn’t looked back suddenly, the woman might have reached out and embraced him the next moment.

Upon closer inspection, the corpse was still again.

Just standing there, completely stiff, as if it had never moved.

However, her face was twitching slightly, and her swollen eyelids seemed to want to open; first, the left eyelid moved slowly, turning up.

Just as a slit of an eye opened, a murky stream of water flowed out, trickling down the swollen cheek onto the deck.

Until the eyelid was completely flipped, the protruding eyeball dropped abruptly, squeezing out more water.

Moving to the right eyelid after the left eyeball fell off, the right eyelid followed in the same manner.

As the eyelid flipped, the eyeball along with water squeezed out, leaving behind two empty eye sockets.

“Well, just now it looked just a bit swollen, now it’s getting more and more unhuman-like,” Yan Junze shrugged and released the Black Spirit Umbrella.

Just as he held it but hadn’t opened it yet, the standing swollen female corpse suddenly fell backward, hitting the deck with a bang.

It seems the woman knew her place, lying down first.

Yan Junze could not help but laugh, he had only intended to frighten with the Black Spirit Umbrella, but seeing the corpse’s current state, it was obviously out of fear that she ceased threatening him.

However, as she fell to the ground, raising her clothes slightly, Yan Junze caught a glimpse of her swollen waist area and paused slightly, walked over, placed the Black Spirit Umbrella next to the head of the corpse as a warning not to move, or the umbrella would be ready.

Then, he turned his attention to the torn white dress near the waist area, right below where the body was swollen, creating some degree of bulge, which had prevented Yan Junze from noticing earlier. Now looking at it, the dress also seemed to have been pierced by a sharp object.

Lifting the section of pierced clothing revealed a black hole on the side of the swollen waist; at a casual glance, it was deeply stabbed, nearly penetrating the entire waist, likely a fatal wound.

Unconvinced, Yan Junze turned the corpse over, allowing it to lie face down, and checked her back for any other wounds.

It now seemed she had been stabbed in the waist and then thrown into the river.

Unlike the purple baby, who was immediately thrown into the river after having its umbilical cord cut at birth.

Remembering this, Yan Junze stood up, looked towards where the baby had been, and suddenly froze, finding that there was nothing there anymore, the baby’s whereabouts unknown.

Looking around, there were water stains on the deck, clear traces of little hands and feet around where the baby had been lying, but further away the water stains had completely faded, unclear of its crawling direction.

Yan Junze made a round, inspecting the area, but found no sign of the little guy.

He looked down again at the prone swollen female corpse, opened the Black Spirit Umbrella next to her, leaning it on the ground, setting the open end towards the head of the corpse.

If she wanted to move, she would first be covered exactly by the umbrella, meaning, at this moment, the swollen female corpse could only lie there; if she dared to show her head, it would be the first to absorb her dark energy by the Black Spirit Umbrella.

The whole thing was not yet clear, Yan Junze didn’t want to destroy these strangenesses related to this strange event yet but was prepared to watch more.

If he hasted now, catching one and destroying one without understanding their relations, he was afraid the mission might fail to complete.

Thinking there was still one last fishing rod in the cabin, he returned to the front of the cabin door, bent down to grab the fourth fishing rod, and spoke behind the curtain: “Just caught a baby, but not sure where it has gone now.”

There was no sound from behind the curtain.

Yan Junze looked at the bait on this fourth fishing rod, hooked with three fingers, adding up to a pair of hands with the bait from all four rods.

Perhaps these ten fingers belonged to the same person, a woman.

Holding the fishing rod, walking past the prone swollen female corpse, Yan Junze paid special attention to her hands, which were intact but somewhat swollen, each finger resembling a thin carrot.

He turned again to look around the boat, still not seeing the purple baby’s whereabouts.

Yan Junze changed his position, cast the bait into the river, and looked around the water surrounding the boat; it was no longer merely dim but black as ink.