Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

A terrified look appeared on the man's face, and he trembled violently, trying to reach out a hand like Jiang Wenluo to grab him.

The puppets turned their heads after a pause, and their eyes turned to Jiang Wenluo at the same time. The skin color of the living people looked blue in the darkness.

Jiang Wenluo subconsciously reached out to run out of the man, but the puppets moved faster. They supported the man's legs and fixed him under the fan.

The man was still saying, "Help me!"

"You save me!"

Jiang Wenluo stopped in his tracks, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The man's face was pale with fright, his eyes were wide open, his lips were trembling, and even his broken voice looked like a "living person".

His words repeated again and again "help me", "come and save me"

But the mouth is opening and closing regularly, always pulling the chin very low, as if dislocated.This mode of speaking is like... the puppets around him.

Jiang Wenluo grabbed the door and stepped back quietly, intending to slip back. One of the puppets made a voice again, "Don't worry, don't worry."

When the next puppet answered, his eyes suddenly rolled up, staring at Jiang Wenluo: "You will be the next one!"

Jiang Wenluo turned around and ran straight away, but a puppet suddenly appeared behind him, blocking his way.

There is a fan spinning above the head, which has been seriously aged, like a dying old man lingering on his last breath.

But the man seemed to have lost his mind, and sat there blankly without moving.

Just as Jiang Wenluo noticed this, the four-leaf fan fell straight down—the fan chopped off the man's head amidst the man's screams.

After a muffled sound, the man's round head rolled off his neck, but his limbs were still trembling.

Blood spattered to Jiang Wenluo's feet.

"Hee hee," the puppet behind him laughed suddenly, turned his head stiffly, and looked at Jiang Wenluo, "Someone is here again today."

It all happened so fast.

The smell of blood surged from all directions in an instant, surrounding Jiang Wenluo tightly.

The man's death was shocking, making Jiang Wenluo speechless for a long time, his heart felt nauseated, his hands and feet were all cold.

His facial features were wrinkled, his stomach was churning, and he could only retch while covering his mouth.

Those dolls walked over hand in hand, shaking their heads at Jiang Wenluo.

——Jiang Wenluo had a hunch that if he forced his way out of this room, he would die in the same way as that weird man.

He bit the tip of his tongue, regretting that it was useless to go out of the room, so he could only calm down and think about the way to escape, and the reason why the man was killed by the puppets.

Since it is a game of throwing handkerchiefs, there must be a chance to "squat down".

Which must have its rules.

While being watched by these dolls wearing the same hospital gown, Jiang Wenluo suddenly thought of a scary nursery rhyme.

"Be careful of Mary Xiao's gaze, she has no children, only dolls."

"If you see her, please don't scream."

"Otherwise she'll tear your mouth out and tear your tongue out."

This is to say: if you see the dolls, and they come to life like people - then you can't scream, or you will be killed by it.

One of the possible reasons for people to scream is that they see something that is contrary to their common sense and indescribable.

As for the puppet, it pretends to be a human being, and the human screams, which breaks its secret and knows the difference between it and a living person.

The disguise of the living doll was not successful, so it wanted to kill the person who knew its secret.

Then, the key lies in "how to keep the puppets from knowing, Jiang Wenluo has already realized this."

Jiang Wenluo thought for a moment, then slowly retreated to the closet and checked the contents. It was a few blue-striped clothes with bloodstains.

"I see."

Now □ Luo has determined what he has to do now: mix in with the puppets, imitate the behavior of the puppets, and play this game with them.Suppressing the feeling of nausea, Jiang Wenluo put it on, walked among the dolls, and became one with them.

The puppets behind him watched his movements and laughed maliciously. They deliberately prolonged the time, watching the cold sweat on Jiang Wenluo's forehead.After a long time, they finally said: "Bingo! But before the game begins, let's test our new friends!"

At this time, there are still 3 minutes before the next hour.

The dolls were around Jiang Wenluo, holding hands and circling in circles. They were bouncing and singing, and Jiang Wenluo hopped along with one leg, trying to make himself like a doll, with a stiff expression.

Soon, the dolls stopped at the same time without warning, and the singing stopped suddenly. Their dull eyes looked straight ahead, and they opened their mouths and fixed their hands high.

Jiang Wenluo responded immediately. He listened to his own heartbeat, imitated the movements of the puppets, raised his hand, and opened his mouth blankly, trying not to roll his eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Wenluo happened to be facing the full-length mirror hanging above the wardrobe.

He was startled when he saw his appearance. When he made this movement, his face was pale and pale, like a mannequin, no different from a doll.

Those puppets stared at Jiang Wenluo quietly, observing his expression carefully.

Jiang Wenluo was sweating from his forehead, but he didn't dare to blink, otherwise there would be a flaw that "dolls are different from living people".

Ten seconds, twenty seconds—

In the end, after an unknown amount of time, footsteps finally appeared at the other end of the corridor, and a person was quietly walking along the wall.

"Throw the handkerchief, throw the handkerchief—"

The dolls were pressed by the footsteps, and they moved happily again, forming a circle, looking at each other and chatting affectionately, just like children playing games.

"We're going to kill again in this game today!"

"We've been killing someone."

"Wrong! It's two people now, we have new friends!"

"With one more unlucky ghost, we have a new choice."

The puppets started to run, and the shadows quickly moved around Jiang Wenluo, as if performing a weird ritual.

"Throw the handkerchief behind the doll, and don't tell him—"

When the dolls stopped singing, a black handkerchief was thrown behind a female doll.

She happily grabbed the handkerchief, and chased the puppet who threw the handkerchief in the opposite direction.

"He's mixed in with the puppet, but he doesn't know it."

"Who is that person, who is that person?"

"Hurry up and catch him!"

"We kill him, we replace him."

When the female puppet failed to catch ghosts, she showed another frustrated expression, and could only accept her fate and continue to act as a ghost catcher.

After two rounds, the sound of footsteps outside was very close, and Jiang Wenluo noticed something.

Among these puppets, it seems that the souls of living people do exist.

And there's more than one.

They are doing puppet expressions and postures, but a few dolls subconsciously make unnecessary and inconsistent movements.

For example, the second female puppet who is a ghost, she obviously wears a short wig, but she touches her chest from time to time and makes a gesture of brushing her hair.

The third person who is a ghost will occasionally pat his stomach——

The handkerchief fell behind Jiang Wenluo, he withdrew his thoughts, turned around and grasped it skillfully, made a gesture of turning his head like a puppet, and then chased in the opposite direction.

The footsteps had already appeared at the door.

Jiang Wenluo looked up, and unexpectedly saw the face of the man who had just been killed again.

The mouths of the dolls are curved upwards in an obvious mockery.

"Together we found him and killed him over and over again."

"Turn and turn, the game is endlessly looping, and the puppets also come to be human."

"The handkerchief was thrown behind him and we heard him scream."

Jiang Wenluo observed the habitual movements on the man's face in advance, and after confirming that the man's body was really the soul of a puppet, he decisively threw the handkerchief out!

"what--"

"help me."

"help me!"

The fan fell down again, cutting off the man's head.

The author has something to say: Mary Xiao is the boss in the silence, once she sees the puppet and screams, she will kill her =w=

I tried my best to explain the plot _:з」∠_ I don’t know if it’s clear or not.